"Wake up!" A voice called. Shinekit groaned. "But I'm tired..." She yawned. "Get up, get up, get up!!!" The voice called again. Shinekit sighed and opened her eyes. Flamekit smiled. "You're awake!" He exclaimed. Shinekit rolled her eyes. "What did you wake me up for this time?" "The elders are telling stories!" Flamekit replied. Her eyes lit up. The elders stories! I love when they tell stories! "Let's go!" She mewed. Flamekit nodded his head and raced off to the elders den. "Wait for me!" Shinekit cried. She ran after her brother. When she got inside the nursery, the elders were already deciding which story they should tell. She purred in excitement. Their stories were always spooky. "Alright youngsters," a brown tabby tom, Mouseleap meowed. "Do you want to hear a story about a badger attack, or a battle?" "A battle!" Flamekit instantly mewed. Shinekit nodded. "Alright, alright. It was a windy day in a clan called Breezeclan..."
"Shinekit! Flamekit!" Their mother called. Shinekit sighed. "We have to go." "Alright then, come back tomorrow for another story!" Mouseleap rasped. Shinekit and her brother ran out of the elders den and into the nursery. "Yes Willowtail?" She mewed. "I need to tell you something..." Willowtail replied. "Ooh, another story?!" Flamekit meowed. Willowtail shook her head. "You know how I told you that your father had died in a battle against BearClan?" Willowtail mewed. Shinekit and Flamekit nodded their heads. "Well...your father is still alive..."
