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"Come on, Glosskit, keep up!" Ashkit squealed. The dark-gray she-kit tumbled out of the nursery and landing on top of her brother, Stormkit, who was already grooming himself.
"Get off me, you big lump!" he squeaked, wiggling under his larger sister.
Meanwhile, Glosskit was still sleeping in the nursery. She was nestled cozily by her mother, Silverstripe, who was also dozing off. The sunlight poured into the nursery and reflected off Glosskit's sleek black pelt. Next to Silverstripe's nest, Dovepelt lay, also napping. Her kits, Leopardkit and Mistkit, were outside, playing Catch the Mouse. Quailflight, an expecting queen, was stretching. She padded out of the den, her stomach swaying as she moved.
"Come on, Glosskit! You've been sleeping for ages! It's already midmorning!" Ashkit whined. She and Stormkit were sitting next to each other, tails wrapped around their paws neatly, waiting for Glosskit. Grumbling loudly, Glosskit stood up on her small legs and wobbled out of the nursery.
"I'm here, stop shouting," she moaned. "Can we play mossball or something?" Ashkit opened her tiny mouth to say something, but she was interrupted by Leopardkit and Mistkit. They stormed over to the three kits.
Leopardkit sneered. "You can't play mossball because you're too tiny," she crowed.
"Yeah, you're too small to be useful!" Mistkit jeered. She swiped at Glosskit's ear with a sheathed paw. Glosskit failed to duck in time and Mistkit's paw whacked the side of her head.
"Ow!" she wailed. Due to her small size, Glosskit fell over on her side. Nobody noticed the kits. They were all busy doing their own thing. Slowly, Glosskit got back up.
"Glosskit, are you okay?" Ashkit squealed. She covered Glosskit's small body with fierce licks like a mother caring for her kit, even though they were the same age. Stormkit growled at Leopardkit and Mistkit, who looked stunned.
"Sorry Glosskit! I didn't mean to hurt you!" Mistkit meowed, scared. Glosskit glared at Mistkit with her green eyes.
"Then don't whack my head like that," Glosskit meowed coldly, and stomped proudly into the elder's den, where she hoped to receive some consoling and maybe even hear a story.
"Hello, Glosskit. What brings you here today?" Treeface asked. He was the oldest elder and always had the best stories.
"I was wondering if you could tell me a story," Glosskit meowed hopefully. Treeface purred, a sound like the rumbling thunder, while Goldeneyes, the only other elder, proceeded to groom her fur. Even at an old age, Goldeneyes cared about how beautiful and young she looked.
"Well, young'un, there's a bunch of stories in my day, but I reckon you want an interesting one. Let me tell you about Wrenstar," Treeface began.
"Wrenstar, then Wrenfoot, was the best warrior in all Clans. All of the Clans respected him. Everyone wanted to be him. He was known for his strength, skill, courage, and determination. He was also compassionate and kind.
"One day, though, Wrenfoot met a dark spirit. It transformed him. It took all his good qualities and turned them into bad. He eventually killed the leader of his Clan and became the most feared leader in Clan history. The dark spirit continued to guide him towards the path of evil. Eventually, he was killed by the cats of a prophecy. They were foretold to save the forest. Wrenstar eventually went to the Dark Forest for his crimes, but nobody forgot his former self, the kind, compassionate cat. To this day, no one knows who or what the dark spirit was, or how it possessed Wrenstar. All we know is that before he died, Wrenstar screamed, 'Sweetfoot!' which was understandable, because she was his mate. But she died before his evil reign, plus, he took another mate after her, so no one knows why he yelled her name. It's an unsolved mystery," Treeface ended on the ominous note. Glosskit shivered.
"Treeface, you'll scare the living wits out of her before she's even apprenticed!" Goldeneyes scolded, pausing from her grooming. She turned to Glosskit with kind eyes. "Even though the Wrenstar tale is very true, you needn't worry, little one. No evil spirit is going to haunt you anytime soon." Glosskit nodded and thanked Treeface, then practically ran out of the elder's den.
Ashkit and Stormkit were mock-fighting in the clearing. They kicked dust all over the camp, and some landed in the fresh-kill pile.
"Hi, Glosskit, wanna join us?" Stormkit asked cheerfully, still pinning Ashkit. When he was distracted, Ashkit battered Stormkit's belly gently and Stormkit rolled off her.
"Take that, Stormstar of MeanClan!" she meowed victoriously. Glosskit watched them, her whiskers twitching as she tried not to laugh.
"Hey, Glosskit, wanna be Glossstar of CoolClan? I'm Ashstar of NiceClan," Ashkit called.
Glosskit opened her mouth to answer but was interrupted by the arrival of Birchsong. He was the Clan deputy and the kits' father.
"Hey!" Birchsong meowed. All three kits turned to face their father, their tails wrapped neatly around their paws and their eyes widened so they looked ridiculously cute.
"Palepaw and Rainpaw are having their warrior ceremony today. Do you know what a warrior ceremony is?" Birchsong asked, wrapping his tail around his kits.
"It's when an apprentice becomes a warrior. Just because we're only four moons old doesn't mean we don't know anything!" Ashkit whined.
Birchsong purred. "I was wondering if you would like to watch the ceremony instead of stay in the nursery," he meowed seriously.
"All of us?" Stormkit asked, his gray eyes widening.
"Yes, all of you," Birchsong meowed. "Come on, Silverstripe wants to clean you up." He padded off.
"Wow! We get to watch our first warrior ceremony!" Glosskit squealed. The kits trotted to the nursery, where Silverstripe licked them so hard they thought half their fur would fall out.
Author's note: This chapter might be a bit boring, but it explains some stuff that will be important later on in the story (hint: the evil spirit that "possessed" Wrenstar). Please leave a review of what you think! I want two by the time I publish the next chapter!
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