Chapter OneSoftkit woke up from her lovely dream abruptly. Her mother had accidently rolled onto her. She let out a loud squeak.
“Sorry,” Dovewing said. “Are you okay?”
“I’m grand!” Softkit purred. “Can I be a warrior?”
Dovewing smiled at her daughter, amusement in her eyes. Her long silvery fur and blue eyes were just like her kit’s.
“No,” Firekit sneered. “You're not even a paw yet!”
Softkit glared at the mean cat. Her ginger fur was sleek and shiny, and her eyes were green. Softkit couldn’t think of a retort mean enough.
“Last I checked,” hissed Softkit’s littermate, Meadowkit,”You’re a kit! ” Meadowkit had handsome ginger fur with a silver muzzle. His eyes were as blue as Softkit’s.
“Haha!” Firekit stuck her long tongue out. “I’m going to be an apprentice today!”
“Did you come here to gloat?” Dovewing suddenly appeared. “Go get yourself clean for the ceremony!” Firekit shot a bitter glance at Softkit as she stalked from the nursery. She displayed a dazzling smile at Meadowkit before her bushy tail disappeared.
“Bleh!” Meadowkit made a sound like spitting out fresh kill. “She fancies me! I can’t stand that fat, bitter, grinning-”
“That we be enough,” Dovewing hissed. “Clean yourself up for the ceremony. You’ll see Hollykit become an apprentice.”
“Yay!” Softkit squealed, and began to lick her fur clean. She couldn’t wait to see Hollykit become Hollypaw. She knew her brother fancied Hollykit, and that was fine with Softkit. There was no other way to describe her- Hollykit was cool.