I know, it's been a long time since I last updated.
I felt a rasping tongue slide down my thick fur, hard but gentle. Eyes gazed upon me. There was a purr as my mother picked me up in her jaws.
"This one is Tigerkit," she whispered. Dagwood smiled. No... my father. I closed my eyes.
"This one I shall name Graykit," I heard. "And this one will be Riverkit."
I began padding out into the forest, eyes wide. Hillslope smiled me; her tortoiseshell fur gleamed in the sunlight. Riverkit was right beside me, and Graykit... well, probably digging a hole somewhere. I glanced back to see him, sure enough, messing around with a variety of different colors.
"Mom, Graykit's going to turn into a vole soon," I complained.
Dagwood purred with amusement. "Well, fascination for the ground is to be expected. We are Earthclan, after all."
I cocked my head in alarm. "Does that mean we have to be like rabbits everyday?"
"Hey, no comments," he began flexing his claws. "I just know that you're going to be a fine warrior."
Riverkit raised his head. "What do you know about being a warrior? You were a past loner!"
Hillslope stopped and frowned. "These kit have been spending way too much time with Dawnflower lately."
"Have not," Riverkit protested, but she cut him off. "No, no, no excuses. You three are going back to the nursery right this moment."
I rolled my eyes, but my mother shot us a warning look and we said no more.
"What's her deal?" Riverkit complained.
I didn't reply, just glanced at her nervously. "I don't know, but I'm not gonna be the one that provokes her."
Riverkit fell silent, and we began staring out at the forest beyond. "It's so boring here," I groaned.
Graykit sighed, her paws in the mud. "If you're so bored, than why don't you sneak out yourself?"
My eyes widened. "That's the first sensible thing I've heard you say. How about we-"
My reply was cut off as an ear-splitting screech sounded in my head.