The sunlight shinning into the den was dime, but of course this den was rarely used, for prisoners or anything else. I glanced around, straining my eyes into the darkness for Sparrowpaw and the loner Keegan, but the den was quiet. After staring long enough, as did every darkness, it faded slightly, or maybe my eyes adjusted, ether way, I could see clearly into the den now. Keegan sat tall off to the corner of the den, though blood trickled down the left side of his muzzle, from a small cut on his cheek that I hadn't noticed earlier. I gazed at the tom with a confused sort of look for a moment, before glancing frantically from side to side in hopes of finding Sparrowpaw.

Where is that apprentice!

I let out a relieved squeak of a sigh as I spotted the small black tom limping towards Keegan. I leapt back up to my paws and ran, er, sort of stumbled, towards Sparrowpaw. I wanted to demand an answer of him, to find out why he was limping, but I was only a kit, for all anyone else knew, I didn't know a thing of Clan life, and wouldn't it be odd if I did. Well, not me, not Scourge, but Stormkit. Wouldn't it be odd for a kit to know all of Clan life, they'd think I was possessed or something! Nope, I have to lay low, act like a kit... AND I DIDN'T THINK OF THIS BEFORE, WHY!? I shook my brain-nap-fail out of my head as I skidded to a halt beside Sparrowpaw.

"What happened, are you okay, why're you limping?"

I tried to call up to him, but of course, as a kit, all it sounded like was a squeak and a mewl for attention. Is this really what it was like to be a kit? Really? Trying to speak only to find you lack the know-how? Well, that sucks.

I watched the apprentice turn slightly, giving a tilted-head confused look to me as he did. I glanced down at his paw, expecting to see a twisted, broken, shredded paw. A sudden realisation of paranoia washed over me as I examined his paw more closely. It was wrapped in cobwebs, most likely for Keegan's cheek. Showing he was hurt, how stupid could I be to think that? Why in StarClan would he give away that he was hurt, when his mentor was watching! He'd ether get yelled at, or another death-battle, how could I think he was hurt?

"Stormkit?"

The muffled squeak from Sparrowpaw tugged me from the failure in my thoughts. I glanced back over at him, watching as he pulled the cobwebs from his paw, setting them down before Keegan as he spoke.

"What're you doing here? You're so post to be in the nursery."

I let out a squeak of protest as he picked me up by the scruff of my dark fur, turning from Keegan to take me back to the nursery. He squeaked a muffled goodbye to the captured loner as he padded across the clearing towards the nursery, setting me carefully down by my now wide-awake siblings. I watched as Sparrowpaw and my new mother exchanged a greeting glance, before Sparrowpaw padded off again.

"Weeee!"

I let out a small 'oof' as my sister Cinderkit bowled into me, sending both of us tumbling in the dust. As we came to a stop, she leapt up, shaking her black pelt before turning and stumbling dizzily back to Icekit, who was crouched down in a sort of attack-ready stance as he and Ashkit prepared for a playful battle. Though I knew he was trying to look menacing, the small Ashkit looked more like an akwardly-positioned spider then a terrifying warrior.

"C'mon Stormkit, come play!"

My gaze snapped back to Cinderkit as she squeaked her call over to me, her yellow eyes blazing with curiosity as she turned and began running towards our mother, scrambling on top of her, before turning to me and mewling,

"I bet you can't catch me!"

With that, she leapt up, sort of backwards at the same time, disappearing behind Sunpelt. I smiled as I scrambled over my new mother and tackled Cinderkit as she let out a surprized squeak. So this is what it's like to have real siblings... Family who wants to play with you, not forced to... Maybe this new life was just the thing I needed. A new life, a new family. A new mystery... A new destiny.