Why Stream? I hate that name.

If it wasn't for my hideous mother, Silverstorm, I would have never had that name. It's just ridiculous. Why not Skykit or Goldenkit?

Streamkit. I honestly visualize myself, liquidized, flowing all over the place. Talk about random.

I drag myself away from the topic of naming. Looking around me, four other kits were becoming an apprentice as well as me.

There's Firekit, that dorky know-it-all.

Ugly to the extremity. His fur is so red it'll win in a competition with the sun. He tries to be funny all day long, but really, I doubt he'll find a mate when he grows up.

Then there's Featherkit – her name is even worse than anything I can come up in a million moons. Dungkit's better. At least cats produce dung. She's totally gonna grow feathers some day.

Plus, what will her warrior name be? Featherbeak? Featherbird? Featherface?

Beside the ugly calico was Snowkit. She's the whitest thing I've ever seen – her poop must be white as well – but her tongue is blood red. If you get on the bad side of her, I swear, she's gonna squeak and wail and your ears will be bloody by the end of it.

Lastly, there's Forestkit. He's magnificent, handsome, and talented. Of course, I was as serious about the last sentence as I would be if I told you I had rainbow wings. I hate his face more than I hate Snowkit's fur. Why me, StarClan? Why. Me.

Of course, aside from the kits, there's also some other cats.

Blackwing. My most wimpy father. Seriously, I'm ashamed. He's an embarrassment. I strongly doubt that he can fight at all. He's only twice as big as me.

Then there was Maplefur. He's a bossy crybaby. I've never seen him fight or hunt before; all he does is brag about his position as a deputy – subtly. Yet Sleetstar always likes him.

Oh, yes, that brings me to Sleetstar. Personally, I think he's hot. Don't ask me why or anything. I just like him, that's all.

The pale gray Clan leader's voice interrupted my thoughts. He gave an incredibly boring introduction, then mentioned the kits that are to become apprentices.

Firekit. I snickered.

Forestkit. I hissed.

Snowkit. I rolled my eyes.

Featherkit. I growled.

Streamkit. I would've smiled, except the sound of my own stupid name was unbearable to hear. So instead, I facepawed.

And what do you know, it was naming time.

Firekit, as usual, was first. His disgusting ginger fur shone red under the just-as-red sunlight.

I watched Sleetstar as he began a rant about how very incredibly professional and skilled Dappleleaf was. Of course he'd say that – Dappleleaf was his mate.

Oh, and "this knowledge is expected to be passed on to Firepaw."

Then, "Firekit shall be known as Firepaw from now on."

And Firepaw's blue eyes almost turned red under the sun.

Firepaw. Firepaw. I'm imagining a sooty cat with its paws on fire. I finished my thought when my brother came on the Highrock.

Mistcloud for his mentor, eh? Isn't she that mouse-brain that knows nothing about anything? Like, she just stares evilly at you. No exaggeration. But this couldn't get any better. My black pelt, green eyed brother certainly deserves this.

Snowkit's turn. Eagleclaw was her mentor.

I was stunned. The pathetic, apathetic weakling of a she-cat and a strong, stubborn, and ignorant fatty paired up together.

To make things worse, Snowpaw sounds like she's got snow on her paws, even in leafgreen. Just puttin' it out there.

Then Featherkit was up. She laughed silently.

I really doubt she could talk. Like the black and white Rabbitfoot, the calico bird was practically mute.

She didn't even complain when she got Silverstorm for her mentor. If I was her, I would kill Sleetstar for making me bear with her. After all, my amber eyes burn whenever I see her. She's got a spitfire personality and yet she names me Streamkit. Her face makes me puke.

Surprise, surprise. I'm last. I wondered who I got, and shuddered at what came to mind. Rabbitfoot. The one who won't even be able to communicate with his own apprentice.

Blackwing. I'm probably able to fight better than him.

But I smiled inwardly. Maybe, just maybe... Sleetstar?

As I scrambled up onto the Highrock, I didn't even look at my parents. They're probably jealous of me. Look all you want, Silverstorm and Blackwing, but you'll never be as good as me. Don't even think about taking advantage of the fact that I'm your kit. I hate you guys, period.

Back on topic - Sleetstar welcomed me with a rather ridiculous speech.

"Streamkit, you are six moons old. From this day on, until you earn your warrior name, you will be known as Streampaw." He paused for a moment. "Streampaw, your new mentor shall be Fogstorm. Fogstorm, you are a brave and loyal-"

I cut him off, rage burning through me like fire. "No! Not that fatty!" I screamed.

The light brown deputy started to object, but seeing Sleetstar's calm expression, he stopped. His green eyes showed anger, but personally, I couldn't care less about what he thought.

"Then who do you want?" Sleetstar asked gently, despite the fact that I insulted one of his best kithood friends. I liked his patience. One of the best qualities.

Despite that, I was too enraged to act like I cared about Fogstorm. So I just said, straightforwardly, that I wanted him as my mentor. Sweet and concise and to the point.

He laughed. He thought I was joking.

I hissed quietly, and his smile faded when he saw my serious expression. I waited for a response, while his emerald eyes shifted to his deputy.

The kiss-up stepped forward. "I don't think that is an option, Streampaw. It's best to stick with Fogstorm. After all, he's pretty good-"

"I hate his face," I interrupted rather calmly. Typical Maplefur. Always trying to impress the Clan leader. Always trying to 'do and say the right thing.'

Unfortunately, Sleetstar just had to end this discussion. "I'm afraid I don't have much time to mentor an apprentice," he meowed. "I think Fogstorm will adore you."

I didn't respond. I was probably in enough trouble already. But one thing is for certain – Fogstorm won't have a sweet time.

I laughed.

Still grinning, I leapt off of the Highrock as Sleetstar called the meeting to a close.