Chapter 2
"Gotcha!" Ravenkit squealed, hopping onto a leaf.
"I won! I got to the leaf first!" the kit next to him, a darkgray tabby with green eyes, growled.
"No, I won!" the kit next to that kit, a lightgray tabby with blue eyes, pounced on him.
They tumbled over to Ivystorm. "Hey! I'm trying to sort herbs here, Brokenkit! You too, Smallkit."
Ravenkit snickered.
"Shut up, Ravenkit!" Smallkit jumped at him, but missed by a mouse-tail.
A fully-black tom sat in the corner of the medicine cat den.
"You okay, Dustkit?" Ivystorm padded over to him.
"They wont let me play!" Dustkit flicked his tail angerly.
"Here." Ivystorm flicked a moss ball over to him.
"Ivystorm, can I be a medicine cat?" Smallkit asked out of the blue.
"What? You wanna be a medicine cat?" Ravenkit mewed, suprised.
"Yeah! It seems fun."
"But we agreed we'd train together!" Brokenkit sounded as if he'd cry.
Ivystorm ran out of the room.
"Wheres mom going?" Dustkit followed her, and he ran into a cats leg.
"Watch it, kit. Wheres Ivystorm?"
It was Oakthorn. He was the meanest tom in the Clan.
All the kits sqirmed back into the corner.
"We dont know."
"Why is everyone so scared of me? Hmph." Oakthorn padded out of the den.
Ivystormed barged in. "Get ready!"
"For..?" Ravenkit tilted his head.
Ivystorm smiled. "You're becomming apprentices!"