Rocketkit shook out his fur and opened his eyes. He yawned and looke around the nursery. "Wake up!" he yowled, jumping on Owlkit's side and then pouncing on Featherkit's hind paw. He turned around and head-butted Lightkit so that she flipped over. "We're six moons old today!" he yelled, his tail lashing back and forth like a happy dog.
Lightkit groaned. "It's barely sunrise Rocketkit, go back to sleep." She stood up, shook the dust off of her fur, then dropped down onto the moss.
Owlkit smiled, getting up and licking his paws. "Killerstar will be very displeased if you woke him this early in the morning." He said. He shook his head to knock a fly away. "When was the last time someone changed your bedding? You stink!" he said.
Rocketkit glanced back at his moss bed guiltily. "Same time as yours I think, I didn't make it to the dirtplace last night though." he confessed.
Featherkit laughed. "You still wet your bed?!" she roared before collapsing in laughter.
Rocketkit's tail lashed angrily. "When my claws are longer I'm gonna tear your pelt off." he snarled, unsheathing his tiny claws.
Owlkit growled. "Hush Featherkit, there was no need for that." he said "Everyone has there moments. And Rocketkit, there's no need for violence, remember, we're becoming apprentices soon." he said.
"I suppose you're right" Rocketkit sighed, his tail returning to normal.
~
Applesong's tortishell fur gleamed in the sun that streamed onto the sunning rock that lie in Burnclan camp, where she was trying to warm herself up from soaking the herbs in her tiny pool the previous night. Her furry body cast a shadow on the ground in front of her, three holes of sunlight where her ears would be. She glanced up at the three shiny earrings in her left ear from when she was kidnapped by twolegs as a kit. A leaf of nightshade was strung through one, and catmint in the one below, to honor her dearest friend from older times. The white splotches on her fur reflected the sunlight away, and weren't as warm. Her tail, with a tiny vine wrapped around it, twitched impatiently as she waited for someone to wake up.
Hopepaw sprung out of the apprentice's den with a shriek.
"Another nightmare Hopepaw?" sighed Applesong. "What's gotten into you?"
"Sorry." Hopepaw said "At leas it's dawn, you don't need to waste any more poppy seeds on me this time."
"Doesn't make up for the past three nights though, you need to relax yourself, train a little easier today, hm?"
"No can do!" Hopepaw said, her face lighting up. "My mentor(to be *censored*igned) is planning on *censored*esing me soon."
"Good luck with that then." Applesong purred, leaping off the rock and heading into her den.
Crowheart entered the Burnclan camp with a fat pidgeon in his mouth. He dropped it on the fresh kill pile and groomed his paw. He loved hunting at night, his black pelt always blended in with the shadows. No morsel ever escaped his grasp.