"Eh.Im bored and hungry."sighed a young brown kit."Well your legs aren't broken and go play 'Catch the feather'.Or go annoy the elders for a change."the old queen purred.Shrewkit scampered off into the elders' den."Hi Young leaf!"the small kit squeaked."He's too old to be called 'Young leaf '"Hickorypelt rasped.Shrewkit rolled his eyes.The elders were always bickering."Anyway.Tell me a story!Please."the kit looked at Youngleaf with a pleading look."Ok little one.There once was a time when I was your age,if not older,when I made my way out of the nursery and saw the stars.First time I saw them.And I said 'Mother.What are those bright thingies?'.They were dearly bright then.The stars now are dull."He paused."The stars don't change,mousebrain."the other elder retorted.He was bored of not listening.Youngleaf continued his tale ignoring Hickorypelt."And she said'Those,my son,are stars.'I knew there was something about them.I decided I would be the cat the others called Starchaser."
