Here we go! This is a rather long chapter, so bare with me.
Enjoy!
Silverstar P.O.V.
Silverstar gazed upward. Two little kits stumbled into the clearing. "Ah, yes," she said, satisfaction creeping up her spine. "Stormheart's kits. Looks like he had a reason to leave the Clan."
The two kits mewled. The bigger one, who Silverstar saw was a tom, licked his sister's ear. He whispered something that Silverstar could not hear, and she narrowed her eyes.
"If you're going to talk, talk where I can hear you," she hissed.
The kit matched her glare with deep amber eyes. "Try me," he shot back.
It took all of Silverstar's cunning not to show a single hint of surprise.
"What are you even doing here? Where's your father?"
"Father?" The she-cat piped up. "Why does he matter? He's just a rogue."
"Because I think I know him. Light gray tom, gray and dark gray spots and splotches..."
"What?" the tom giggled. "Tinker looks nothing like that! He's a black tom with silver front paws and a silver tail-tip!
"Yeah. I think you're talking about Stormheart," the she-cat said.
"Stormheart... Isn't your father?" Thornfrost padded up to Silverstar. Silverstar snorted, looking down at the kits, who were both shaking their heads.
"What are your names?"
"I'm Seri, and this is Ballas."
"Ballas?" Silverstar's expression flashed. It was only for a moment, but enough for everyone to see.
"What?" Ballas said.
Silverstar shook her head. "Nothing. From now on, you two will be known as... Graykit and Silverkit."
"Shouldn't we have warrior names like Stormheart does?" Ballas, now Graykit, countered.
"No." Silverstar shook her head. "You have to go through kithood and apprenticeship first."
Graykit grumbled to his sister, then looked Silverstar square in the eyes. "Where do we nest?"
Silverstar flicked her tail to the nursery. "I assume you're eating fresh-kill by now?"
Graykit and Silverkit nodded.
"Off to the nursery you go, then. Leafkit and Palekit are five moons old. They'll show you around."
Willow P.O.V.
I can't believe Tinker. Making me go find those stupid other rogues.
I padded away, angrily huffing at Tinker. I didn't want to talk to him for a moon. No, for three moons. Ha. Ballas and Seri should be apprentices the next time I talk to Tinker. Anyways, I finally found Adam and his group resting in the sun. Immediately, Flitting Storm woke up and growled at me. I narrowed my eyes at the fox. Adam and Mirror woke up as well, due to the fox's stupid growling.
"Can I tell you something?"I asked.
