Oops. I forget to mention which kit would be next. Well, it's Silverkit! (Silverstream) And by the way, Happy Father's Day!

Silverkit scrabbled through the dark den, finally detecting her father's scent.

"Daddy?" she purred softly, nudging his warm body with a silvery paw.

"Mm-gh?" Crookedstar grumbled.

"Daddy."

"What is it?" he yawned, stretching out his paws.

"Daddy, the other kits want to go catch a fish with me. Can I?" Silverkit's voice was so shy and quite, with hardly no clue what so ever about what she was saying.

Crookedstar sat up suddenly.

"You will not!" he boomed.

"But they said-"

"I don't care what they said, Silverkit. You will not go wandering off."

Silverkit flattened her ears, and slunk out of the leader's den.

"This is why I don't have any real friends." she snorted.

But she was a smart little she-kit, and she's never go against her father's word.

Besides, she got enough attention already.

All the queens loved her like she was their own, and many young toms paid extra time to sit with her at Sunhigh as she ate her prey.

But Silverkit longed for someone she could call a friend.

"Hello!" purred a singy-song voice.

Silverkit turned around to see Graypool, the young queen, heading towards her.

"Good-morning, Graypool." Silverkit replied, letting the name roll of her tongue pleasently.

What a nice name... with the Gray sounding to it.

Beautiful.

"How's my little deary?"

"Fine, Graypool." Silverkit replied sweetly.

She never ever tried to get on the queens' bad sides, for fear she would no longer be their "favorite."

Even if she WAS in a bad mood herself.

Ever since Silverkit's mother had died, the queens had all pitched in to act motherly to little Silverkit.

"Lovely weather, Graypool." said Silverkit, trying to make small talk.

"Mm-hm, deary. Isn't it lovely?" Graypool agreed.

Silence.

Silverkit pawed gently at the ground.

Why was Graypool so hard to talk to?

"And... the prey is well stocked, Graypool" Silverkit added slowly.

Graypool gave a little laugh.

"Now, deary. There's no use in trying to talk adultly around me. Go ahead and play with the other kits. I think their playing tag in the nursery." the young queen mewed.

"Yes, Graypool." Silverkit nodded.

But she didn't head for the nursery.

How could she?

Sitting on the sidelines and watching everyone else run around wasn't fun.

But then again, what could Silverkit do?

She trotted around the camp a while, then stumbled upon a tiny ant hill.

Tiny ants were scurrying up the sandy hill.

Each one looked so busy, so hard working.

Silverkit peered closer, careful not to breath too hard and ruin the little ant hill.

The ants seemed to form a line into the hole.

They didn't waste a second.

"You have something to do." Silverkit murmured to the ants.

She watched each ant carefully, then made up a little game.

Trailing her eyes over each ant, she started to give them names.

"Jadekit, Lilykit, Mothkit, Streamkit..." Silverkit began to list the ants as they slipped into their hole.

"...Robinkit, Jaykit..."

The ants pace got faster as Silverkit began to list the names quicker.

"...Stripekit, Orangekit."

The line finally ended, leaving one last ant unnamed.

Silverkit thought hard as the ant disappeared into the hole.

"Oh, I know." she exclaimed. "I'll name you Graykit."

Silverkit is sweet, isn't she? Sadly, she has no friends. Until she meets Graystripe *wink wink* Lol. Everyone who reviews gets a Silverkit plushie. Next up is Cinderkit (Cinderheart, NOT Cinderpelt)