AUTHOR'S NOTE
Well, didn't you like my prologue? I know it was kind of bad and short, but I didn't have anything to write but his birth. Not a very good explanation.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Warriors. Erin Hunter does.

Chapter 1

"Wake up, Graykit, wake up! What are you, a hibernating hedgehog in the winter? Hurry up, for Starclan's sake," Dustkit meowed loudly into my ear. I could not sleep for the whole night, because Dustkit always woke up and tried to cause trouble.

I blinked awake, and noticed the blurry outline of Dustkit and Sandkit. I heaved myself up out of my nest, and noticed that Sandkit and Dustkit were bigger than I expected. For one word, they HUGE! I bowled onto my mother, Willowpelt. Come on, wake up mother! Stop snoring!

"What, you just woke me up from this terrific dream. Now, what do you want, Graykit?" she hissed with a twinge of amusement.

"I was wondering if I could go wandering into the camp with Dustkit and Sandkit. Can I?" I asked as politely as I could.

"Of course you can. And don't stay long out there. Your father, Patchpelt is visiting at sunhigh, so I don't want you to be messy. Everyone would think that I didn't bring you up as best as I could. After all, you are my second kit. So, go out there, and explore," Willowpelt purred sleepily.

"Thanks mom," I meowed.

I turned to Ravenkit stalking a wad of moss around the nursery. He was as old as Sandkit and Dustkit, which was whole two moons older than I was. But still, Ravenkit was the runt of his litter, which there were only Dustkit and himself.

"Hurry up, Graykit. Stop staring at Ravenkit like you're in love with him," Dustkit retorted rudely. Dustkit was known for his I- am- so – great behavior and bobbed tongue. Sandkit was so obsessed with him, like he was a gift from Starclan.

"Okay, okay Dustkit! You don't have to be that bossy about everything," I growled with a playful paw swinging at Dustkit. Dustkit hissed and stalked out of the nursery with Sandkit following him as always.

Why does Dustkit have to be all mean?

"Graykit, why are you not playing with Sandkit and Dustkit? I want you to play with other kits in the nursery, so you don't complain that you don't have time to play when you're an apprentice," his mother mewed. Before I had a chance to speak, my mother continued, "Why don't you play with Ravenkit for a while since the other kits are being rude."

"But MOM, Ravenkit's boring. He dosen't want to play any of the games that I like to play, and we can't talk about anything interesting. And why does Dustkit have to be mean?" Graykit whined.

"Stop whining Graykit. What if your father sees you like this?" Willowpelt purred softly.

"OK mother. When his Father coming to visit us?", I asked.

"Soon, you can play with the other kits if you promise to keep clean," Willowpelt mewed.

"Okay Willowpelt. I'll try to keep clean, but if I don't, what would happen?"

"Nothing will happen. If you turn up here dirty, then you will embarrass yourself."

"Fine, I'll stay here till Father comes!"

I sat down at the entrance of the nursery and looked up to see if it was close to sunhigh. The sun was even halfway up. I sighed, and began playing with a ball of moss. Boring!

"Hey, what are YOU doing to my ball of moss," Ravenkit demanded sharply.

"I'm just playing with it. Chill out for a moment, Sheesh! Come on, you're going to be an apprentice in like three days."

"So, do you want to play a game of catch with that ball with me?" Ravenkit asked curtly.

"Okay Ravenkit." We went on playing with that ball of moss, and it seemed be kind of fun, when there was one kit to play with. Even a boring, useless kit!

"Graykit, it's time for your late afternoon nap!" Willowpelt mewed.

"But mom, why do I have to take a nap? Can I play with Ravenkit a little more?"

"No Graykit. You have to learn how to follow directions. Now, let's take a nap."

"Okay," I muttered.