"Whirlkit!" Some cat hissed loudly into his ear. Whirlkit opened a bleary eye.

"What?" He groaned, shutting his eye.

It was Cloverkit. "Cherrymoon told me to wake you up. Horsekit's coming back into the Nursery today!"

Whirlkit bolted upright. "When?"

Cloverkit smiled. "Now!" She scrambled towards their foster mother. "Hurry!"

Whirlkit followed eagerly. Cloverkit seemed oddly excited to see the older kit come back.

He sat in front of his mother's paws, who smiled at him. "Well good morning, sleepy- brain." She meowed kindly, cuffing his ears very gently. Whirlkit was amazed that such gentleness could come from such a big and buff cat. Even as one of the strongest she-cats the clan had, she was a motherly cat. Her paws were her weapons; her claws deadly sharp, but they contained so much love for her adopted kits. Clan cats really were wonders.

Whirlkit and his family watched as Horsekit staggered back into the Nursery. All cats' eyes were on her, and she didn't even crack underneath the pressure. If it was Whirlkit, he would have ran away, wishing to be alone forever. But it wasn't him. It was Horsekit, and he was going to support her.

He looked at her, smiling. Her eyes drifted towards him, and he waved his tail slightly. A very small smile appears on her lips, and she turned back to her paws. She was concentrating very hard, her tongue sticking out the tiniest bit. Whirlkit tried to constrain himself to not burst out laughing, and it paid off. He was surprisingly proud.

She made it into the den and collapsed into her nest, exhausted. Cats congratulated her, but others held back. Whirlkit scowled, knowing that they were frightened of her. They thought she was weird. She wasn't weird, she was unusual. And he liked that.

He padded up to her. He smiled and she smiled back. "Hi, Horsekit!" He meowed cheerfully. "You made it!"

She nodded and grinned. Her mouth moved, but it didn't make any sound. Whirlkit was puzzled. Why wasn't she talking?

"I'll see you later, Horsekit," he said, brushing his tail on her shoulder. She waved her tail in goodbye, and Whirlkit hurried away.

He had a question for her, but he didn't want to ask her and make her break down like he did to Grindkit. In fact, he had some apologizing to do.

He trudged slowly over to Grindkit, who was standing away from the crowd in the corner of the Nursery. All alone.

Whirlkit took a deep breath, and beamed at Grindkit. "Hey. I-I'm sorry for what I said a few days ago. That was rude. Please forgive me?"

Grindkit said nothing.

Whirlkit sighed. "I understand that your not ready to forgive me. But please, think about it?"

Grindkit blinked slowly.

Whirlkit looked down at his paws and padded away. If he was Grindkit, he wouldn't forgive himself either. What he did was horrible, and wretched.

Whirlkit was padding back to his nest when suddenly he ran into something. He received a mouthful of fur as he exclaimed, "Oof!"And he looked up wildly.

It was a kit. A good looking she-kit, too. But not as beautiful as Horsekit. No cat could even be as pretty as the white-and-orange wonderful, amazing, different...

"Umm, you're supposed to say 'sorry,'" the voice sassed impatiently. She blinked, her green eyes disappearing for half a second. Her tan pelt was covered with kitten fluff. She couldn't be much older than Whirlkit.

Whirlkit swallowed. "Ugh... er... sorry?..." he stammered, caught by surprise at her cross ness. "I'm Whirlkit."

The she-kit sighed heavily. "I know," she scoffed. She padded away regally, exiting the Nursery. Whirlkit watched her, relieved. Anywhere without her was great.

The she-kit stopped, and looked over her shoulder. "By the way, I'm Gorgekit," Then she continued on her way out of the kits' den.

Whirlkit stared. Why would she tell him her name if she was just so rude to him a moment ago? He shook his head. She-cats were just wonders.