Sunkit opened her eyes when her namesake burned through the roof. The blasted rays shone through tightly-knit brambles. Her dazzling golden fur reflected the sunlight. Thornykit grumbled in his sleep and pushed her flashy face unconsciously. She nibbled her brother's tail in vengeance and freed herself from mother. Her big, fat tail was a hassle in escapade. Once she got out, her yellow eyes scoured the nursery. Everyone was snoozing soundly, save for a grey queen. Her enormous belly rose up and down. The sight filled her eyes and somehow felt noisy.

Sunkit sneaked past the queens and helped herself to more sunlight. It was not yet time for dawn patrol. Even so, the sun was blaring yellow and green everywhere. The lush foilage teemed with fresh morning dews and raucous life. Above the tree, a brave bird gave a daring call. Foolishness cost life. A particularly high shrill and a snap of branch. Then all was silent.

"Aaaaand look what I caught!"

A tortoiseshell shot into camp with a mouthful of black feathers. How could she even speak through the crow? The brave bird now drooped in an odd angle. An oddly delicious angle, Sunkit decided. She eagerly padded over for a bite. Amber eyes spotted the golden kit. Buzzardstreak eagerly flung the crow to Sunkit. She yowled in surprise when the black thing hurtled toward her. Suddenly, she was flattened and pinned under the fresh-kill. A mountain of feather pressed her down and suffocated her.

"Help!"

A hurried paw flicked the mountain away. A black furball with amber eyes looked down at her. They did not looked particularly concerned. Next to her, a grey-furred apprentice was howling with laughter.

"Did you see that? Almost killed by a fresh-kill!"

"It's not funny!"

Sunkit snapped. Feathers clung to her downy fur.

"It is though."

The black warrior seemed to agree. Sunkit glared at everyone and lunged at the crow. She viciously grabbed its wing and dragged it all the way to the nursery. Buzzardstreak padded over with the other. She gestured her ears apologetically.

"Hey, you left the other wing."

"I'll forgive you just this once."

Sunkit said haughtily. The warrior bounced in answer. When she delivered the wing to nursery, Thornykit was awake to receive it. The brown kit immediately began to pluck out feathers. Their mother, Gentletail, blinked her eyes slowly in welcome. Buzzardstreak provided a wing and a juicy shrew.

"How did you get it?"

Gentletail nodded at the warrior. Sunkit thought she meant the crow and busily tore at the prey. Then Buzzardstreak glanced at the nasty scar in her shoulders. It was red and swollen and reeked of herbs. All warriors went through the rite of herbs before acquring cool battle scars.

"Old news. Just another skirmish with ShadowClan!"

"Old? It looks pretty fresh to me."

"Yes, but Mistywing's patrol had the most recent one. They met thieves and Crowwing-"

"She lost it again."

Gentletail spoke in disapproval. Sunkit listened in interest as she chomped down the bird. When she glanced at her sibling, Thornykit was decorating a sand-colored kit with feathers while the mother was asleep. StarClan forbid her sister's antics. Sunkit finished her meals and attacked her mother's tail. She imagined her triumph over the frog-eaters.

"Sunkit, stop that!"

Gentletail flattened the kit with her tail and Sunkit lost the battle again.