Nightkit looked around in awe, she was finally outside the nursery! One step closer to becoming a warrior! "Isn't it great! I'm out here all the time! You should meet Silverpaw, Sparrowpaw, and Lilypaw, their littermates." He told her.
"Ok," I said feebly, trying to talk louder," I heard that Silverpaw has never been beaten!" I meowed excitedly. I'm going to meet Silverpaw! We padded over to Silverpaw, she had been sharing tounges with her littermates. "Hello, Whitekit, who's this one?" She asked, interested.
"This is my littermate, Nightkit." He answered, proudly.
"Nightkit, are you going to be the next medicine cat? Or a small, but fast, warrior?" Silverpaw asked amused.
" Obviously a warrior, they're the best!" Nightkit meowed, "Why do you ask?"
"Oh ,no reason, just curious." She said, but she was obviously hiding something, "You're just a little small..." She didn't have time to finish before Whitekit interrupted.
"She is just like the rest of us at heart! Ok? She will get bigger! I know she will!"
"Okay, okay. You can stop your yowling. I was just saying it, I wasn't trying to be mean." Silverpaw says awkwardly.
"Nightkit! Whitekit! Time for bed!" Petalfur shouted.
"But Mom!" Whitekit and Nightkit shouted at the same time.
"Come, come. I won't have you getting all dirty." She mewed in between licks.
Nightkit purred, she loved getting washed, unlike Whitekit, who was struggling to get away, "Mom! You know I hate getting washed!" He yowled. "Let... Me...Go!" he yelled until he finally was done.
"Now look at the stars, its bed time!"
"Tell us a story, Ma, I won't go to sleep 'til you do," Whitekit said sleepily, "Please, Mom!"
"Of course, my sweet kits."
"Once there had been one oak sapling, in was in the middle of a plain, so there were no other trees around it. As it was growing a beaver walked be and started to cut the tree down for its dam. But the Squirrels living in the tree didn't like that, so they all attacked the beaver, there were so many squirrels the it eventually ran for its life, but it wouldn't go without a large branch that it cut off the tree before the squirrels took over. Many squirrel lived on that branch so overnight the tree worked really hard to make another branch where the old one had been. So you see, my kits, the tree sustains the squirrels, the beaver wanted the tree, if it had took the tree, many cats would have died because cats eat squirrels. That is the circle of life, my sweet, sweet kits. That is enough for tonight." Nightkit realized she had a great story telling voice, and though about the story until she fell, into a deep slumber.
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