About one moon had passed since ButterClan had been formed. At the moment, Deadfur, Trueclaw, and Frogcall were out hunting. Fluffypelt, Russetpelt, and Mudface were on border patrol (if you call trying to kill each other every five seconds 'patrol').

And where was Skystar? He and Dawnheart were trying to keep Lunakit, Beankit, and Icekit out of trouble.

"Come on, Beankit!" Lunakit complained. "I want to play moss ball!"

"Well, I want to practice fighting!" Beankit retorted, his newly- opened brown eyes flashing. "If I'm going to be the leader of the Clan, I'll need all the training I can get!" Two sets of eyes, one white and one brown, turned on a pair of frightened amber ones.

"What do you think, Icekit?"

Icekit squeaked in surprise, then ran to hide behind her father. Skystar just laughed. "Icekit," he called, "come out from back there!" Then he turned on Lunakit and Beankit. "And you two, try to sort out your arguments by yourselves. Don't always drag your sister into them."

"Yes, dad," they replied, still staring daggers at each other.

"All of you, I think it's time for a nap," Dawnheart called from where she was seated by the nursery. Icekit gladly bounced over to her mother's side, while Lunakit followed more slowly. Beankit lagged behind.

"Mom, do I have to?" the brown kit whined. "Great leaders don't take naps."

"I beg to differ," Skystar called, stretching himself out and laying down. Reluctantly, Beankit dragged himself to the nursery and flopped down next to his sisters.

"They're fighting so young already," Dawnheart fretted. "Do you think they'll be alright?"

"Of course!" Skystar assured his mate. "It'll make them stronger when they grow up, too."

A commotion came from the entrance to the camp, as Deadfur's hunting patrol padded in with fresh- kill. They placed their catches on the pile next to the tunnel and went their separate ways; Deadfur to report to Skystar, Trueclaw to get some rest outside the warrior's den, and Frogcall to lay by the river and cool off.

"It is disgusting out today," Deadfur declared, flopping down next to Skystar in an undignified heap. "Too hot. Even the prey's staying out of this heat." Skystar nodded.

"If it's got you complaining, it's got to be awful." The hot sun was beating down on the cats in the clearing. The weather was hot and humid, putting everyone in a sour mood.

"Shut up!"

"I said you shut up!"

"Would both of you just shut your traps before I shut them for you?!"

"Oh, it is ON!"

Russetpelt, Fluffypelt, and Mudface came tumbling into camp in a flurry of claws, teeth, and fur. Everyone else just stood back and watched; they'd stop eventually. And eventually they did, but not without countess bruises and scratches. Most noticeable were the clumps of fur missing from Fluffypelt's pelt, the tear in Russetpelt's right ear, and the bleeding bite mark on the end of Mudface's tail.

"One of these days, when something actually does turn up on the border, it'll be impossible to tell if you three fought by the amount of wounds you inflict yourselves," Trueclaw remarked from his spot outside the warrior's den. Mudface pointed to Fluffypelt, Fluffypelt pointed to Russetpelt, and Russetpelt pointed to Mudface.

"He started it!"

"You all act like little kits," Deadfur called. "The actual kits are more mature than you." He nudged Skystar. "Maybe tomorrow we should send Beankit out on patrol instead of them."

Skystar laughed. "He'd sure love that!"

Dawnheart glared at them both, making the hair on their necks stand up. "Just kidding, dear!" Skystar chuckled nervously. "Kidding!"

Fluffypelt and Russetpelt padded over to grab some food from the fresh- kill pile, while Mudface joined Frogcall by the stream.

"I say we take it easy for the rest of the day before we all die of overheating," Fluffypelt suggested.

"You and you thick coat," Russetpelt grinned, giving his thinner pelt a quick lick.

"All in favor of laying around for the day and hunting at night?" Skystar called. There came a chorus of seven "I"'s.

"All opposed?"

Silence.

"Who didn't vote?" Skystar asked, looking around the clearing. All eyes turned to Trueclaw, who had fallen fast asleep.

"All in favor of making Trueclaw hunt while the rest of us sleep?"

"I!"

"Alrighty then. Someone wake him up; I'm going to bed."

A/N: The kits! *~* They're just so adorable! I love Beankit, he's so much fun to write. And speaking of fun to write, I laughed so hard while writing Fluffypelt, Russetpelt, and Mudface's fight. I love all the cats so much!

Popularity Contest!

Fluffypelt: 6

Skystar: 5

Russetpelt: 4

Trueclaw: 3

Deadfur: 3

Mudface: 2

Dawnheart: 2

Beankit: 1 (I voted for him :3)

Frogcall: 0

Lunakit: 0

Icekit: 0

Shiningkit: 0

Swiftkit: 0

Squidstar: 0

Inkheart: 0