"Crowkit, you're not supposed to pounce that way, mouse-brain! Let me show you how to do it!" squealed a small calico kitten, Dawnkit.

She pounced on a leaf, rolling over and over and coming to a halt beside the nursery.

"Nu-uh. That's wrong! I was doing it right!" Crowkit called back, her black tail quivering in indignation.

"They never stop, do they?" laughed Amberleaf, her ginger tail flicking from side to side as she lay in the sun, watching her kits.

"They are going to make great warriors with all of this determination," Leafshadow replied, twitching her ears.

"I doubt the fighting will help," Amberleaf sighed, wincing as Crowkit leaped at Dawnkit, pinning her to the ground.

"They are taking initiative in their training," Leafshadow meowed firmly, laughing as Crowkit tumbled off Dawnkit in a flurry of paws and fur.

As the two queens continued their friendly banter, Ashstar and Riverstorm rushed by talking in a hushed tone.

Yes, Reader. We will get to what our leaders are talking about later.

In case you were wondering, the last four moons have been peaceful for SilverClan. Plentiful food, calm weather (save for the occasional rain), and two new litters of surviving kits - six in total, and a few elders had a painless journey to StarClan.

But things were about to change, dear reader, why don't you stick with me - Silverstorm- and my friend Lionwatcher as we tell you the Story of SilverClan.