Challenge fo' BunnyClan! Enjoy!

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Emberkit felt fur under his paws. It was soft and furry. It smelled milky. My mama, he thought to himself. He yawned, bringing in air and bringing it out. A mewl sounded to his left, and paws pushed into his back. Ow! he thought. Emberkit turned over and pushed whatever had pushed him back. A squeal came from where he had pushed, and a soft, fluffy object pushed the squealing thing away.

"Now, now, Emberkit," a scolding voice meowed. It was soft, kind even. It was his mother's voice. Emberkit snuggled closer to his mother's belly. "Don't push Lilykit, Emberkit."

Emberkit growled softly in protest but said nothing. He placed a paw on the soft flesh of his mother's belly and began to suckle, warm milk flooding his jaws. After a while, he pulled away and tumbled away from his mother. He stumbled on his paws, sitting up. He slowly opened his eyelids, a bright light shining. He quickly shut them again, placing a paw over his face. "Ow," he hissed.

He shook his head an ruffled his fur, trying to be confident. He slowly opened his eyes, his vision clearing. His pupils dilated to the smallest they could go, making his vibrant emerald green puils seem very large in comparison with the black dots in the middle. Emberkit could see warriors of every pelt color migrating around the DawnClan camp. "Whoa," he breathed, flicking his tail, trying to get to his paws. Stumbling to his paws, he looked up at the sky, that was a pale blue color with fluffy white things strewn about the pale blue stretch of space. "Mama, Mama! What is that?" he asked, angling his ears towards the sky.

The pale ginger-golden she-cat chuckled softly before replying, "That's the sky, honey," she informed him. Emberkit glanced at his paws, which were a dark golden color, but the left one was pure white. He looked back at his flank, which was also a dark golden color, but flecked with white. He looked into a small puddle that lay by the nursery, seeing his deep green eyes for the first time. "The white things are clouds," his mother told him.

"Cool!" Emberkit squeaked, running in circles. He finally came to a stop next to the puddle, peering into it once more. "Is that me?" he aksed, sniffing at the puddle, then flinching back as the cool water touched his nose.

"Yes, that's you. You're Emberkit. This is Lilykit," his mither gestured to the pale ginger she-cat still lying by his mother's belly, "And I'm Sweetdusk." Sweetdusk flicked her tail and smiled at her kit.

"Will I get to be like them?" Emberkit asked his mother, staring in awe at a black she-cat leading a dappled gray tom out of camp. "Do I get to be a warrior?"

"Yes," Sweetdusk started, but was intiruoted by Emberkit's whoop of joy.

"Yay!" he cried, prancing around. He lost his balance and fell into the dirt. "Oof."

"But you have to wait six moons first." Sweetdusk concluded, bringing her son towards her with a sweep of her tail.

"Aww," Emberkit groaned, but he knew the wait would be worth it.