Author's Note: Sandshine's kits are around 4 moons old now and Shade is also dead, and, because of that, they now believe that Brooksong is their actual mother and that her kits are their younger siblings. Here are descriptions of Shade and Sandshine's kits:

Birdkit: Well built, long furred, black tom with blue eyes and dark grey tipped ears. Oldest of the litter.

Leafkit: Fluffy, black tom with dark grey splodges on his fur shaped like leaves and dark amber eyes. Second oldest or second youngest, it doesn't matter which way, of the litter.

Cloverkit: Sleek-furred, slender silver tabby she-cat with vivid green eyes. Youngest of the litter.

Sweetkit: Beautiful, slim, dark tortoiseshell she-cat with big blue eyes. Cloverkit's imaginary friend, and is exactly what Cloverkit wanted to look like.

-Birdkit's P.O.V-

Bounding outside the nursery, Birdkit twitched his grey-tipped black ears as he sniffed in the wonderful scent of Greenleaf. In the forest, birds were singing loudly, their calls echoing around camp.

I'm going to be a leader one day and then all the Clans will bow before my paws! He thought excitedly as he pinned down a juicy, freshly caught mouse from the fresh-kill pile and ripped it to shreds using his sharp claws.

He heard a little gasp from Racingkit, his younger sibling. The tiny pale brown tabby tom was sitting there, jaw dropping as he saw the shredded mouse. Birdkit smiled proudly, knowing that Racingkit was impressed. So Racingkit's next words came as a total shock.

"I'm telling Brooksong that you're wrecking fresh-kill!" Racingkit chirped before sprinting off into the nursery, his tiny tail sticking straight up.

"No! Wait-I wasn't doing anything!" Birdkit wailed, his recent joyful feelings plummeting down in despair.

He kicked dust over the mangled mouse and slunk away to behind the nursery, in his secret spot. If he was there, Brooksong would never find him! Too bad his fear scent was rippling of him in waves, giving him away immediately. Swishing her long silver tail, Brooksong stalked over to Birdkit and cuffed his ear, claws carefully sheathed.

"Racingkit said that you destroyed a piece of precious fresh-kill Birdkit!" Brooksong growled angrily, her tail flicking furiously.

Birdkit stared down at his tiny black paws and traced a line through the sandy ground.

"I'm sorry mother..." Birdkit whispered, his mew edged with sadness.

Brooksong gave a gentle sigh.

"Don't do it again! Also, you are confined to the nursery until next sunrise, so that you can think about what you've done. It hurts me too, to punish you Birdkit, but if you ever want to become an apprentice, you need to learn to behave even if you learn through punishments. Understand me?" Brooksong meowed to him, wishing that he'd do as he was told.

Birdkit didn't trust himself to speak in case of yowling out loud. A whole day, stuck in the stuffy nursery without any kits to play with! It was too bad. Finally, he gave a slight nod, leaving a trail of paw-prints as he walked after Brooksong to the nursery. Behind him, a sudden gust of wind blow over the sand to reveal a raven's feather, lying in the sand in perfect form. A gentle mew rung out yet no cats heard.

Before all is revealed the Doors will remain Closed to the Bleak Bird...

Then, there was just silence.