As Duskkit and his friends ventured deeper into the woods, their laughter echoed through the trees, but the carefree atmosphere quickly shifted when they stumbled upon a clearing. There, they spotted Falconstar speaking sharply to Dewstorm and Cottonheart, two of the queens of ShellClan.
"Your kits need to be apprentices—now," Falconstar commanded, his voice cold and unyielding. "They've played long enough. We don't have the luxury of waiting for them to grow up. I expect them to begin their training immediately."
Dewstorm stood tall, her eyes fierce. "Falconstar, they are just kits! They need time to play and learn at their own pace. Rushing them into apprenticeship will only overwhelm them."
Falconstar's expression darkened. "Overwhelmed? They need to toughen up if they're going to be of any use to this clan. The threats we face require every paw available. I need those kits to start learning their roles as warriors. And Dewstorm, don't challenge me."
Cottonheart, supportive of Dewstorm, stepped forward. "They're not ready, Falconstar. Let them enjoy their youth a little longer. We can't force them into a life of duty before they're ready."
"Ready or not, we don't have enough warriors to protect our territory!" Falconstar snapped, his tail lashing. "If you queens can't manage your kits, I'll have to assign them to other mentors who will. Your duty is to the clan, not to coddle them."
Duskkit felt a surge of anger at Falconstar's words. He glanced at his friends, who wore expressions of shock and distress. They were not burdens; they were the future of ShellClan.
Dewstorm's voice trembled with resolve. "They are young, Falconstar! They will be warriors one day, but they deserve to grow up without the weight of your expectations crushing them."
"Enough!" Falconstar growled, his patience wearing thin. "I won't repeat myself. Either you prepare them for their responsibilities, or I will take them away from you. The clan needs every paw, and I will not tolerate any more delays. And also you queens — return to warriors duty, the clan doesn't have time for you to cuddle your kits."
With that, he turned sharply and stalked away, leaving Dewstorm and Cottonheart shaken by his cruelty. Duskkit's heart raced as he felt the oppressive weight of Falconstar's orders settle over them.
"Come on, guys," he whispered urgently to Hawkkit, Moonkit, and Flarekit. "We can't let him treat us like this. We need to show him we're ready, even if he thinks we're not."
Hawkkit nodded fiercely. "Let's prove him wrong! We'll show him we can be the best apprentices!"
Moonkit, still anxious, added, "But how? Falconstar won't listen to us."
Flarekit's eyes sparkled with determination. "We'll find a way! Maybe we can do something brave that proves we're ready."
As they huddled together, Duskkit felt a mixture of fear and determination. They would not let Falconstar's harsh words define who they were. They were more than just kits; they were the future of ShellClan, and they would rise to the challenge in their own way. "Let's prank him......"
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Warrior cats - The approaching storm : Dusk rising
Adventure**Story Description** In a tumultuous world marked by betrayal and conflict, the kit named after Dusk is driven by the tragic loss of his father, who was ruthlessly slain by the clan's leader. Determined to avenge his death, the kit embarks on a jou...
