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"Wake up, Flamekit!"

Silverkit prodded his sister with one paw. The little kit mewled, jerking her paws. Silverkit sighed and sat back on his haunches. He had opened his eyes that morning, but Cloudflight hadn't allowed him to explore outside of the den without Flamekit.

He looked around the nursery. There was nothing to do! Silverkit glowered down at his sister, unsheathing his claws and poking her lightly again. Flamekit squirmed and wailed. Silverkit jumped back quickly, glancing around to make sure no cat saw him. To his relief, Moontail hadn't woken up. The blue grey queen's flanks were rising and falling evenly.

Suddenly, Flamekit squealed. A sleek white head poked through the gorse entrance, leaf green eyes narrowed. Silverkit gulped. He hoped that Cloudflight didn't know that he had bothered Flamekit. Cloudflight had already told him off about disturbing his sleeping sister once before.

No such luck. Cloudflight must've heard Flamekit's whimpers from outside of the nursery.

"Silverkit," She began firmly, " I already talked to you about this." Silverkit took a sudden interest in his paws. He lifted one up, carefully examining the pad. It was hard and gray already. Cloudflight, seeing that Silverkit wasn't paying attention, lay back down. Flamekit kneaded her eagerly. "Go back to sleep Silverkit."

"But I'm not tired!" Silverkit argued. Out of the corner of his eye, Moontail stirred. The grey queen was sneering at Cloudflight, her ears twitching mockingly.

"Shouldn't she have opened her eyes by now?" Moontail questioned, scowling. Cloudflight glared at her. "She will when she is ready."

Silverkit could almost see the blazing tension between the two she-cats. Flamekit, seemingly sensing this too, whimpered pitifully. Cloudflight turned away from Moontail. "It's alright Flamekit," She cooed. Flamekit's eyes flickered open unexpectedly.

A thin layer of film covered the dark green orbs, but she quickly blinked it away. Excitement suddenly flooded through Silverkit, warming him to the tips of his claws. He could finally explore the camp! Cloudflight looked at Flamekit, pride lighting her gaze. "I told you." She meowed, as if she were proving a point. Moontail just scoffed. Silverkit padded over to Flamekit. "We're going to be warriors," He told her. "We might as well start now,"

Flamekit shook the mist from her eyes.

"Okay," She mewled. Silverkit glanced at Cloudflight.

"Can we please go out into camp now?" He batted his eyes. Cloudflight looked exasperated, yet faintly amused.

" You can, but be sure not to disturb the elders or-" Silverkit's mother was cut off as Flamekit wobbly stepped out of the den. Silverkit, not to be outdone, charged out after her.

The grey kit stopped mid-step.

"Wow," Flamekit breathed beside him.

The camp was huge. A hunting patrol came through a gorse tunnel, carrying an assortment of prey. Sunlight danced on the glimmering snow. Elders lounged in the places where snow had melted.

The sound of footsteps broke Silverkit from his trance.

"If it isn't the newest weaklings,"

Silverkit whipped around, and found himself staring at a mound of dark grey fur. Looking up, he was met by a pair of hard amber eyes.

"Hello," He started, trying to be polite. Behind the grey tom stood three other kits. There was another tom, with a short brown pelt and worried looking green eyes. Two she-kits stood apart. A light grey tabby with friendly copper eyes, medium length fur and tufted ears. The other was brown tabby, with a white chest and paws.

"What brings you outside the nursery, scraps?" The tom-kit sneered. Silverkit's nose twitched. The brown she-kit scowled at him, while the tabby cuffed her in the head.

"I'm Flamekit. What's your name?" Flamekit held his gaze evenly, looking like she had not heard what the grey kit said.

The dark tom scoffed.

"Come on guys, we don't have time for runts like these," Waving his tail, the kit stalked off toward the fresh-kill pile. The brown tabby she-kit snorted and followed him. Silverkit looked at the two remaining kits. Grimacing apologetically, the green eyed tom darted after his siblings. Flamekit seething beside him, Silverkit's gaze followed the threesome. What did we ever do to them?

"I hope you don't mind them," The she-kit's voice interrupted Silverkit from his thoughts. Her brown eyes sparkling mischeviously, she slowly padded towards them.

"My name's Featherkit. Sorry about Stormkit and Rainkit. They were born with ants in their pelts. Kestrelkit is just worried that he will wake up with his throat slit," Featherkit mewed.

"How do we know that you aren't the same?" Flamekit growled reproachfully. Silverkit put his tail over her mouth. It was bad enough that they already had cats that hated them; they didn't need another.

Featherkit didn't seem to notice the ginger kit's rudeness. "I can show you two around camp if you want,"

Silverkit studied the she-kit carefully. Featherkit's fur looked as soft as bird down. Tufts of grey tabby fur swirled framed her delicate face. The tips of Silverkit's ears reached the bottom of her chin.

"Sure!" Silverkit replied enthusiastically. Featherkit purred in excitement.

"Great!" Featherkit walked over to to a clump of ferns. Upon closer inspection, three or four small piles of moss, raked into nests, lay under the leafy plant.

"This is the apprentices den- where my siblings and I will be in three moons," Featherkit puffed out her chest.

As Featherkit continued to talk, Silverkit tuned her out. He thought about the way his paws were grey and rough, unlike the soft pink of his fellow kits. About the way Stormkit and Rainkit had shunned him and his sister.

A butterfly flitted past. Instinctively, he jumped to catch it. The tip of his claw caught on the edge of its wing. Proudly, Silverkit showed his catch to Featherkit and Flamekit. They seemed impressed.

"That was a good leap!" A surprised mewl came from behind him. Silverkit whipped around. A long legged ginger tom stood in front of him, head cocked at a slight angle. A grin was spread across his face.

"I'm Amberclaw. Your father's brother," There was a quality about this cat that made Silverkit like him instantly. Amberclaw smiled once more, then turned and walked away.

Stormkit. I'll remember that.

Who likes sweet little Featherkit already? Amberclaw? Flamekit?

Also, Amberclaw is a canon warrior. His brother-is Redstar.

Cackles quietly.

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