It was getting dark and Gingerkit refused to go to sleep. Once Squirreltail was asleep Gingerkit quietly snuck out of the nursery. She sat in the middle of the clearing looking up at Silverpelt, when she felt a gentle pelt brush hers. She looked up to see Duststar (Dustpelt) sitting beside her. "I was just…um…I wanted to see Silverpelt." Gingerkit stammered. Duststar gently licked the kits ear. "You're going to get in trouble, you know that." "I always get in trouble what's the point." Gingerkit hissed. Duststar let out a purr of amusement. "You're your mother's daughter." "I know that already." Gingerkit hissed again. Duststar gave her a look of sympathy. "You know your mother is a hero to our Clan." He said cautiously. "What did she do, change her attitude?" Gingerkit was giving him defiant look. "If you go talk to Sandstorm, I'm sure she'll tell you." Gingerkit knew that Sandstorm was her mothers, mother. She had never got to know Firestar. He had passed before she was born. "Now, go back to the nursery, your mother must be worried sick about you." "Do I have to?" Gingerkit teased. "Yes you do, now run along." Duststar purred. As Gingerkit was about to enter the nursery she heard Duststar talking to himself. "Firestar, you would be so proud of her."
