"Creak.

A head shot up with pricked ears.

Creak.

Unsheathed claws glinted outside a den.

The now awake cat narrowed its eyes, and crouched down.

A low rumble started in the cat's throat, but it quickly stifled it by pressing its muzzle against its chest.

The creature outside shot up, startled by the noise.

An' then the cat found out out that it was the traitor Gloomygloom and kicked him. The end."

A young tortoiseshell concluded her story.

"Ughhhh, come on! We want a good storyyyy!!"

Three kits looked up at her pleadingly while another faced back, shoulders hunching.

The tortoiseshell gave in.

"Okay."

"A scary one!"

"No! Your mother would have me eaten by badgers if I did!"

"We won't tell her!"

"Ughhhhhh- Fineeeee."

Cometpaw inhaled and started her story.

"Once upon a time,

there were four little kittens."

the kits pricked their ears.

"And they love to go and explore.

They would sneak out of the camp, outsmarting even really smart warriors."

Obsidiankit was the only one that wasn't enjoying the story, a bored expression across his face.

"One night, a very stormy one, the kits sneaked out. Curious, and mischievous, they wandered in the forest, the thickets of branches and pines twining thicker.

The youngest kit stopped, wondering where they were. It called out to the other kits. The other kits turned around and replied:

'We are going to VineClan territory.'

The youngest kit got frightened.

He started to go towards the other kits, but was pulled back by a different creature. Struggling to get out of its grip, he turned and tossed.

But he never escaped.

The other kits watched in horror as he disappeared in the twine of brambles.

The other kits looked at eachother and ran. Not asking where they were going. Just ran."

The kits had a horrified expression on their face, but also they waited excitedly for the suspense of what happened next.

"The mother woke up in the morning, only to find her kits gone. She cried out, and the clan searched for the missing kits.

By sunhigh, they found a mauled, battered body of a kit.

The youngest kit.

The monster was still out there.

And it was out there for more."

The kits were bouncing around. "Tell us more! What happened to the other kits?"

Cometpaw shook her head. "That's enough for now. I'll tell you the rest of the story tomorrow. I gotta go train now."

The kits finally nodded after a few minutes of protesting and then started to play.

"Rawr! I'm the monster! I'm going to eat you all!" Flamekit squeaked, crouching down and batting at Fallenkits tail.

"Oh no! We are going to die! Somebody help us!" Fallenkit squealed.

Flarekit made his way to where Flamekit was and puffed his chest.

"I will save you!"

The white-and-ginger kit pretended to push Flamekit over while he made an attempt at looking defeated.

Cometpaw giggled and let them play their games.