"Who are you?" Snowfall asked. The three Thunderclan kits stared at him with their eyes the size of their paws.
"I said, who are you?" He repeated. The kits didn't reply right away, but one of them looked a bit more courageous than the others. Finally, she stepped forward. "H-hello." She stuttered. "My name is Honeykit." She pointed with her tail at the small brown tabby tom behind her. "This is Smallkit, my brother. And the white tom is Lionkit. Sorry we were on your territory, but we wanted some adventure." Her voice strengthened as she finished her small announcement. Snowfall squinted his eyes at Lionkit. The small kit looked a lot like Whitefoot. "Who are your parents?"
"Whitefoot and Softpaw. Don't judge her." Smallkit growled. Snowfall chuckled quietly. "Don't worry; I like your mother a lot. She's one of my closest friends in a different clan." He was surprised that Smallkit was so defiant, yet so tiny. "You know, you should not be out of camp as kits, let alone another clan's territory. We're taking you back."
Smallkit lifted his chin. "I don't care, it was worth it."
"How old are you?" Bluestripe asked.
"One and a half moons." Lionkit meowed proudly. "We'll be apprentices soon, we're just practicing."
"You aren't apprentices yet, you cannot be out of camp or on my clan's territory. We're taking you back." Bluestripe mewed sternly. He picked up Lionkit by his scruff and Snowfall picked Smallkit up as well. They let Honeykit walk by herself because she hissed quietly at Snowfall when he tried to pick her up too. They carried the kits back onto Thunderclan territory and through the forest.
"Where's the camp at?" Bluestripe muttered quietly through Lionkit's thick white fur.
"It's not very far away." Honeykit replied knowingly. "Just go a little bit farther."
The Windclan cats shrugged and followed the golden she-cat into a bramble entrance.
"Here we are." She announced. They walked through it and were greeted by angry looking Thunderclan warriors.
"What are you doing in a Thunderclan camp?" An angry looking tortoiseshell she-cat growled. The other cats started to form a circle around the intruders and began to close in on them.
"They were the ones that stole our kits!" A silver tabby tom yowled. Snowfall rolled his eyes. "Why would we bring kits back to clan that we had just stolen them from?"
"So you admit it!" The tom hissed. Snowfall sighed when he saw his sister emerge from the nursery.
"What's going on?" She asked.
"We were just returning your kits, Softpaw." Snowfall replied in relief.
"Well thank you, they cause a lot of trouble around here. I wish they were as well-behaved as Birdkit and Cloudkit. They're not very good role models, but they act like most three and a half moon old kits. It's very tiring." She meowed wearily.
"Not too much information." Smallstar warned quietly. Softpaw nodded. "Come along kits." She turned and waited until her kits were following her to get back into the nursery. Smallstar dipped his head in thanks. "You two had better get back on your clan's territory. Silvertail and Shrewtooth will lead you two back onto your clan's territory."