Chapter 1

"SUNKIT! NO! DON'T DO IT!" Loudkit yelled. Sunkit was on the edge of the ThunderClan camp, about to leap off campus.

Sunkit snickered. "You all are wimps!" She looked at her target, took in a deep breath, wiggled her tail like she saw the apprentices do and… leaped! "HA HA, got ya!" She looked at the dandelion between her paws, sniffed it and hopped down to her brothers.

Snowkit and Darkkit scampered up to her. "Wow, Sunkit!" Snowkit exclaimed. "That was so cool! You were… like an apprentice!"

"I was, wasn't I?" Sunkit loved the attention. "But I am five moons old. You two are only two moons old, so don't try it yet, okay?"

"Uh, umm… we have to go now," Darkkit stammered, looking over Sunkit's head. They ran away, just as Sunkit's two brothers slowly walked towards her.

"Sunkit… I would look behind you," Mudkit whispered.

Sunkit turned around and gasped. Standing right in front of her was none other than Leafstar, the ThunderClan leader. Sunkit dropped down to the ground, ears back. "GRRR!" she growled.

Leafstar chuckled, then quickly corrected himself. "I saw you outside of the camp, Sunkit."

"Yeah, by, like, a mouse length!" Sunkit retorted.

"I see… well, I still have to punish you, nonetheless. Let's see… okay, you shall take care of the elders. You shall pick out the ticks every sundown. And you shall not go past the elder's den at all. Got it?"

"Got it." Sunkit sauntered away.

Later, after sharing a mouse, Sunkit, Loudkit, and Mudkit were sitting in their nest in the corner of the nursery. Sunkit's brothers were teasing her about the "confrontation" earlier.

"Ha! You thought you could scare him!" Loudkit poked Sunkit. Sunkit growled.

"Ooh, I'm Sunkit! I'm so scary that I have to clean the elders' ticks!" Mudkit mocked.

Sunkit was about to pounce, but then sat up with her eyes wide. "I forgot to do that!"

She raced out of the nursery and into the Elder's Den.

"Sunkit! Is that you?" Ratpelt meowed from in the back. "Here for another story?"

"No. I have to clean your ticks."

"SUNKIT! HELLO!" Crookedwhisker bellowed.

"Shut your muzzle, Crookedwhisker. Birdheart's sleeping," Kinkclaw growled.

Ratpelt leaned close to Sunkit. "Sorry 'bout that, Sunkit. Kinkclaw's cranky sometimes."

"AM NOT!"

"So anyway, I have to pick out your ticks. Do you have any mouse bile?" Sunkit asked.

"O-v-ver h-h-he-e-ere, S-s-s-u-n-n-k-kit." Birdheart had just woken up.

Sunkit got the bile and started to work. Ratpelt started to tell a story. It was one about Firestar, Sunkit's favorite.

"Once, a very long time ago, there was this MedicineCat named Spottedleaf. Spottedleaf had a special connection with StarClan. She had a prophecy that went like this:

'Fire alone will save our Clan.'

"She told the leader, Bluestar, about it. But there was no orange cat in ThunderClan! One day, an apprentice named Graypaw ran into a kittypet named Rusty. Bluestar knew he was the fire, but he was not part of the clan! So, then Bluestar-"

Birdheart interrupted. "Th-th-ank you, S-s-Sunkit, for cleaning me."

"You're welcome, Birdheart!"

"Back to my story," mewed Ratpelt. "So Bluestar took Rusty into the camp and renamed him Firepaw. Lots of people didn't like Firepaw, because he wasn't clan born. Tigerclaw, one of the Senior Warriors, hated him the most. Tigerclaw got mad and tried to kill him many times."

Kinkclaw grunted in thanks when Sunkit was done with him. Sunkit grunted back and grinned.

She moved on to Crookedwhisker. "Crookedwhisker," she mewed. "You don't have any."

"Oh, that's right, Sunkit. Bluepaw already did it," he replied.

"Rosepaw did mine too," Ratpelt shouted.

"Well," said Sunkit. "I guess I'm done. G'bye!"

"Bye!"

"Goodbye. I'll finish my story later."

"G-g-ood b-bye, S-Sunkit."

Kinkclaw grunted in a farewell.