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Erin Hunter does.

"Missed again, slow-poke!"

Littlekit's voice sliced through his haze like talons and he looked over his shoulder just in time to see Whitekit's paws flailing through the air as he tried to catch the moss ball that she had tossed his way. Finchkit couldn't help but give a loud snort as the ball hit Wolfkit instead. Finchkit felt instantly cheerful when something bad happened to the annoying furball.

"Hey, watch it!" huffed Wolfkit, swinging around his dark, grey head to glare at Littlekit. "You'll never become a warrior with aim like that, let alone clan leader. But, you wouldn't be one anyways seeing as I'm the one that's going to be one first, not you." Finchkit rolled his eyes. For almost a moon, his sister and Wolfkit have been competing against each other to see who would become leader first. Unknowingly to them, he was also in it.

Shimmerpelt, who had been watching from the other side of the nursery and cleaning her fur, purred, nudging Wolfkit, licking his ear. "Now, now, don't get too ahead of yourself. You still need to become an apprentice, remember." Wolfkit ducked out of her reach, scrunching up his nose in distaste.

Wolfkit's sister, Silverkit, bounced to her paws, her usual pale eyes now sparkling with utter excitement. "Which should be soon!" she squeaked. "We're nearly six moons old and Ravenstar can't make us wait forever, can he?" She looked at Wolfkit and he nodded, agreeing.

"He can make you wait as long as he wants," said Shimmerpelt firmly. "Don't be so impatient; before you know it, you'll be my little warrior to this clan in no time!" For a second, Finchkit noticed a flash of sadness in the queen's eyes but she quickly blinked it away and started cleaning her fur again. Why was she sad about them being warriors? Finchkit wondered. Doesnt she want them to be brave and strong like their father, Ravenstar?

"Finchkit!" squealed a voice behind him. He tried to turn, but before he knew it, he was pinned to the ground with his face pressed in a clump of grass. He twisted his head to see his brother, Whitekit, on him. His bright blue eyes were filled with mischief. "I got you! Didn't see me coming, did you?" He stepped off.

"Oh no," said Finchkit. "You're not getting away with that!" With a squeak of mock anger, he launched himself at his brother, gently grabbing him by the scruff of his neck. "Take that, you two-faced badger!" Rolling over, he sent Whitekit stumbling away. "And that!" But Whitekit wasn't done. Before Finchkit even had finish getting to his paws, his brother was already on top of him. They wrestled for a moment until Finchkit was pinned to the ground again.

Littlekit bounded up to them, pouncing lightly on his tail, laughing. She shook her head disappointedly. "You both are as weak as ducklings! You'd have a hard time trying to take me down." She paused before adding; "Especially after I become leader. Then no one can beat me." She glanced at Wolfkit as she said that and said cat promptly ignored her. The only thing that told he heard was a flick of his ear and the way his claws dug into the ground.

Rolling his eyes, Finchkit turned around and crashed into her, trying to flatten her onto the ground. They seemed to struggle for a moment before he got a hold of her shoulders and was able to press her into the flooring and on her back. But his sister obviously wasn't going to be beaten so easily. She kicked up with her hind legs and he went flying away, crashing in the corner of the Nursery. Without warning, he could feel her pummeling him with her front paws, but not so hard that he'd get hurt.

Using his strength, he tried flipping her but she quickly managed to roll off and grabbed his tail between her teeth. Tugging it away, he turned around and darted away before looking back to his crouching sister whose whiskers were twitching and whose eyes were blazing so much that they looked like there was fire dancing in them. Finchkit expected sparks to start flying out.

"Not so easy, am I?" taunted Littlekit, sitting up and bending down to give her white and black fur a swift lick. The fire left her until there was just warmth in her amber gaze. "You just wait until I'm a warrior, I'll be the best fighter in the clan!"

Finchkit nodded enthusiastically, feeling proud of his sister and how great of a fighter he knows she'll be. But, he couldn't stop the pang of envy he felt as he realized that he might not become the most courageous warrior in the clan. Maybe he could be something else? Maybe something more? "Yeah," he meowed. "And I'll... I'll be the best hunter!"

Finchkit blinked. That was perfect! His sister would protect the clan from all danger, fighting with tooth and claw. And he, Finchkit, could feed his clan with all his heart, making sure during hard times that they don't starve. He knew the plan would work out perfectly, or at least he hoped. "I'll be the best hunter," he repeated, and his sister nodded.

"Hey, what about me?" squeaked his brother as he came tottering towards them. His eyes looked like they were wider then owl's as he stared at them. "How do you know that I won't be?"

Littlekit gently butted him with her head. "Because you'll be great at both, that's why."

Whitekit purred, his pelt bristling in hope. "You really think so?" he asked, looking back and forth. Finchkit and his sister both nodded encouragly. "Well, I hope you're right! Maybe I should start practicing right now?" Without a moment hesitation, he leaped at Littlekit and they both went tumbling away.

Finchkit was about to join in when he saw that Littlekit stopped abruptly and stared behind him. Whirling around, he could hear the sound of paws coming this way. He glanced around at the other queens, but they didn't seem like they noticed anything. He parted his jaws, sighing in relief when he noticed that it was just his mother coming back from a small walk in the woods after being cramped in the den for so long.

The ferns to the nursery rustled as their mother Willowfrost padded in carrying a rather plump mouse. She went over to them, and dropped it at their paws. All three of them stared at her questioningly. "You're getting bigger now," she explained, "and I think it's safe for you to have some as long as I soften it with my teeth." Leaning down, she took a piece in her mouth and starting making it edible for them as she crushed it between her strong jaws.

Finchkit eagerly lifted his nose to catch a whiff of the prey, his belly rumbling to remind him how hungry he was after playing with his littermates. His mouth watered as he breathed in the juicy smell of mouse, making his stomach groan even more. He couldn't wait to have his first taste of mouse, and by the looks of it, neither can his brother and sister.

"Here you go," mewed Willowfrost, pushing the first piece of it towards him. Not even taking a breath, he dived right at it, purring when his teeth sank into the flesh. It was warm and most definitely the best thing he ever had in his life. Willowfrost passed the other pieces to Littlekit and Whitekit, both immediately grabbing it in their mouths.

"Well, you all seem to like it," commented Willowfrost as she watched them eat vigorously. "I remember the first time I had the taste mouse. It was the most delicious thing I have ever had; I never wanted milk again. Do you think so too?"

"I do," agreed Littlekit. She washed her whiskers, glancing around for anymore pieces that might be left of the mouse. "Is there any left?"

"No, that's all for now, little one." Littlekit pouted, sulkily pawing the ground.

"Now, you should be getting some sleep," said their mother sternly as she laid down in her nest, curling her tail around her paws. "I'd think you'd be tired from all that play-fighting you did today." Finchkit blinked. How did she know that if she was outside camp? He flicked his ears as he heard his sister ask.

"How did you know that?" she questioned, tilting her head and staring astonishly at Willowfrost. "You weren't here almost all day!"

Willowfrost purred, her eyes teasing. "Sometimes, you all are loud enough for Riverclan to hear you!" There was a pause in which she then snorted. "You know, I wouldn't be that surprised if they did."

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