Letting out a squeak of delight, Amberkit rolled onto her stomach and tried to push herself onto her feet. Her tiny legs trembled, but she didn't move. This was hard! Did cats do this every day? Maybe She should rest for a bit... no. She narrowed her green eyes into tiny slits. She would try again. Using her twig like tail to balance herself, she mewled defiantly and stood. Whitepaw gasped. "Good job little one!" Patchclaw purred. "She's going to be  the best warrior StormClan has ever seen.

StormClan?