Nightkit was bored. Never before had he felt so bored in his lifetime. He lazily batted at a leaf.
He groaned, "Ugh… Why does it have to be so boring?"
His mother, Fawnfang, padded over to him. She was carrying a mouse in her jaws.
She said, "Last I checked, kits were supposed to be running around causing mischief, and having fun. Not sitting here lazily pawing at some leaves."
Nightkit looked up at his mother's stern green eyes.
"But today is boring! There's nothing to do," he complained.
Fawnfang was bewildered.
She leaned close to Nightkit's face, and snarled, "I didn't raise you to sit around and accumulate fat like a kittypet! I expect you to go out there, and play with the other kits! See, they're having fun!"
Fawnfang pointed her fluffy tail in the direction of the other kits. They were chasing a ball of moss.
Nightkit sniffed disdainfully, "Eh, I'll pass. It seems too strenuous."
Fawnfang hissed, "Fine Nightkit. If you want to act like that, you can right on over to Goosefrost's den and pick up some mouse bile. You can check the elders for ticks."
He shrieked, "Ew! No way!"
Fawnfang hissed, "Go play with the others, then!"
Nightkit ran off to play with the other kits.
They were all sitting down laughing.
A gray tom laughed, "Let's play again!"
All of them nodded their heads in agreement.
Nightkit demanded, "Can I play as well?"
The other kits looked at him, then at each other, then back at him again.
A silver kit sniffed, "Pfft. Are you going to really play, or are you just going to mess us up?"
Nightkit growled, "I can play as well as any of you!"
Duskkit explained the rules to Nightkit, and then the kits started to play.
As Duskkit was wrestling with the gray kit, the silver kit blocked Tigerkit's path. Nightkit dashed for the moss ball. Suddenly, the silver kit knocked him over. She pinned him to the ground.
Tigerkit finally got the moss ball.
He shrieked, "I win!"
Nightkit lied there angrily. He was determined to get his revenge.
It was later that evening, when everyone was about to go to bed.
Nightkit was the first kit to go in the nursery den. He stalked to the darkest area, and lied there, waiting for the silver kit to arrive.
He could hear her nonchalant voice getting louder, and louder. Finally, he could see her silvery pelt. Nightkit gathered all of the strength in his haunches, and lunged at her.
The silver kit shrieked, "Ouch! That hurt!"
She struggled to get out of his grasp, but it was impossible.
Nightkit grabbed her throat, and clamped tight in his jaws.
The silver kit said between her choked gasps, "Help...me! Some one...please!"
Tigerkit was casually heading back to the nursey. As he got closer, he could hear Silverkit's rugged gasps.
He yowled, "I'm coming!"
Tigerkit raced towards the nursey.
Nightkit heard his brother's pawsteps. Insticntively, he loosened his grasp on Silverkit's throat.
Her head and neck fell to the ground, limp.
Tigerkit had arrived at the nursey, and was blocking the enterance.
"You monster!"