Hey there! I'm a little late, but here is a short and sweet chapter to make up for it.

Even though he had just celebrated a new warrior ceremony and chanted 'Skyivy' – Webhollow's first apprentice! – and 'Firefur' with everyone to congratulate Tornacorn's children, Hootpuddle was most excited to spend the evening with his mate, listening to their kits' days. He could barely believe that they were already seven moons old, that they had been apprentices for an entire moon.

Webhollow sat down next to him, her long fur slightly dusty from a long patrol and he nudged her until she lied down so that he could groom her. He wouldn't tell her a word about the – apparently secret – meeting he had witnessed right before the ceremony, the still named Skypaw boldly licking Skyshine's cheek, or else she would say that he was snooping again, even if he hadn't done that since his own naming. It wasn't his fault that no one in this Clan knew how to be discreet… Carefully avoiding to swallow any hair, he looked on proudly as Tawnypaw and Flashpaw enacted the moves they had learned during their fighting lessons.

"And then, Mumblepond tripped Crookedflight, like that- ow!"

Webhollow sighed, and he had to disguise his laugh as a cough to reprimand their daughter.

"Flashpaw, be nice to you brother. Don't attack him from behind!"

"We were fighting and he got distracted so I won, that's all! Don't act like a kit and get back up!"

As the friendly squabble started up again, his mate threw him a look and Hootpuddle ducked his head sheepishly.

"It fits quite well into what I remember of a certain Hootkit. They are you kits, no doubt about that," she mewed and he was about to protest when Hopepaw ran head first in his flank, momentarily cutting his breath.

"Yeah, they really are," he finally answered to a laughing Webhollow.

"Are you telling stories of when you created MistClan with Blossomstar?" the grey and white tome asked innocently.

Immediately, two other pairs of ears turned towards them and the fighting stopped altogether. It was his turn to sigh. These stories were the perfect occasion for his mate to throw in a few jabs and for him to laugh at her embarrassment when asked about their relationship. But he was a bit tired of how it always started. Still, he already knew they were going to give in, so there was no need to drag it on. Hootpuddle settled against Webhollow.

"Yes, we are. Come on, sit yourselves down."

"Wait, wait!" Hopepaw interrupted before raising his voice, head turned towards the dirtplace. "Rainpaw, hurry up, we're getting stories tonight!"

Soon, four pairs of eyes faced them and he could sense his mate's – he would never get tirede of the word – mirth even before she began to speak.

"You see, there was this very young and clumsy kit called Hootkit, who cried pitifully but was very brave…"

There's still a few of these very short chapters before we go back to pages and pages of drama...