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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

                Crazykit poked Streamkit hard on the shoulder. “Wake up, wake up!” she shouted in his ear.  “Let’s explore the camp!”

                Streamkit groaned loudly and began to open his eyes, but quickly shut them again. “It’s too bright,” he complained. “The light hurts my eyes!”

                “Open your eyes!” Crazykit insisted.

                “I don’t want to!” her brother replied unhappily.

                “Are you scared?” Crazykit taunted.

                Streamkit blinked opened his eyes, squinting because he was unaccustomed to the light. “C’mon! Morningkit and I are waiting on you!” Crazykit called.

                Streamkit stared at her, looking at her straight in the eyes. Crazykit noticed that he had amber eyes, which looked alright with his bluish-gray fur. He nodded slowly and rose to his paws. Crazykit turned around to look at her sister, who was waiting impatiently by the nursery entrance. Morningkit had beautiful auburn fur and sky blue eyes. I wonder what I look like. Maybe there’s somewhere in camp where I can see my reflection?

                Crazykit dashed into the camp with her two siblings following behind her. She heard Streamkit gasp. “It’s huge!” he exclaimed.

                Crazykit found herself feeling less than impressed. It’s not that big.

                Crazykit’s gaze swept around the camp and paused as it reached the entrance to the camp. Trees stretched into the distance, farther than Crazykit could see. The forest looked endless. All of that’s our territory? We must be the most powerful Clan in the forest!

                Her father, Flamefoot, padded into camp with prey in his jaws. Crazykit rushed over to him. “Does the forest ever end?” she whispered.

                Amusement sparkled in Flamefoot’s eyes. “Yes, of course it does. One day, when you’re an apprentice, you’ll get to go to the end of the forest and patrol all of the boundaries,” he meowed.

                Crazykit’s paws ached at the thought of walking all the way to the edge of the forest, where the other Clan’s territories began.

                “I have to go put my prey on the fresh-kill pile and then Leafstorm wants me to go on the sunset patrol,” Flamefoot meowed, trotting away.

                Crazykit watched him drop his catch on a small mountain of prey. How did I not notice that before? It looks like it would be fun to jump in it!

                “I bet that when I jump in the fresh-kill pile, I can knock more prey over than you!” Crazykit challenged her siblings.

                “Not true!” Morningkit retorted.

                Streamkit shifted uneasily on his paws. “I don’t know,” he meowed slowly. “I’m not sure if it’s a good idea….”

                “Weakling!” Crazykit yowled. “You’re scared!”

                “Yeah!” Morningkit joined in. “You’re afraid of getting soil in your fur, aren’t you?”

                Streamkit closed his eyes. “Fine,” he meowed reluctantly. “I’ll do it!”

                “I’ll go first!” Crazykit meowed immediately.

                Crazykit crouched down and rushed forwards towards the fresh-kill pile. She launched herself into it, squealing with excitement as the pile of prey collapsed around her.

                Suddenly, teeth gripped her by the scruff and hauled her out of the mess. Crazykit managed to twist around, quickly unsheathing her claws, and raked them across her capturer’s nose. The tom let out a shriek of surprise and anger, and tossed her onto the ground away from the collapsed fresh-kill pile. Crazykit tensed her muscles, prepared to attack again, but stopped as she caught the scent of ThunderClan on the tom’s fur.

                “What were you doing, knocking over the fresh-kill pile like that?” the tom hissed furiously, shoving his nose in her face.

                “I was just playing!” Crazykit protested, refusing to flinch away from his menacing gaze.

                “Playing?” the tom snarled. “With our precious prey- ”

                “Stop it, Thornwhisker,” Pinefoot, her mother’s sister, meowed. “She’s just a kit.”

                Thornwhisker stepped back. “Go back to the nursery with your mother now, unless you want me to get Cloudstar involved,” the warrior hissed.

                Crazykit turned around reluctantly, intentionally kicking dust up into the tom’s face as she stomped back towards the nursery. She cast one last glance over her shoulder, and saw her littermates exchanging a glance before following her back into the nursery.

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