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| - I prod my sister's shoulder, whispering, "Hey. Hey, Stream Runner! Wake up!" My Warrior ceremony is any day now. I know because I heard my mentor, Rippling Water, tell Dawn Spirit (obviously the leader) that I was almost ready to be a Warrior. And I really need to tell Stream. Stream Runner yawns and stretches her forelegs, her ears flattening to her head. She takes one glance at me and mumbles, "What is it, Breeze? I'm kinda busy here." She rolls over to her other side, her back to me. "Stream, I--" Wow, she's snippy. Calm down. Running Fox interrupts. "That's great, Breeze!"
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| - I prod my sister's shoulder, whispering, "Hey. Hey, Stream Runner! Wake up!" My Warrior ceremony is any day now. I know because I heard my mentor, Rippling Water, tell Dawn Spirit (obviously the leader) that I was almost ready to be a Warrior. And I really need to tell Stream. Stream Runner yawns and stretches her forelegs, her ears flattening to her head. She takes one glance at me and mumbles, "What is it, Breeze? I'm kinda busy here." She rolls over to her other side, her back to me. "Stream, I--" "Hey, hey, hey! I'm a Warrior now, so I'm Stream Runner." she snaps, rolling back over to glare at me through narrowed blue eyes. Wow, she's snippy. Calm down. "Fine. Stream Runner," I say with an edge to "Runner", my tail tip twitching. "Guess what Rippling Water said about me. Go on, guess!" Stream Runner looked thoughtful. Then she gasps as if she just got a great idea. She meows excitedly, "Did he say that you're an annoying little feather-brain that obviously never sleeps?" "Yeah--" Then I realized she hadn't said what I'd thought she said. I quickly backtrack, "N-no! He wouldn't think that!" I huff in annoyance. "He said that I'm nearly ready to be a Warrior." "Key word - nearly." Stream Runner sighs and rolls over once again. A heartbeat after she's asleep. Lazy furball. I twitch my whiskers impatiently. Even if she doesn't care, I know that Running Fox and Rising will. I step over the sleeping Warriors, taking care not to step on their paws and tails. The last time I did that, Falling Stones practically tore my ears off with a lecture. A long, boring lecture. Somehow, I manage to slip out of the den without stepping on any paws or tails, or as Falling Stones put it, "Ruining the Warrior's most important features." I pad over to the nursery, where my mother, Running Fox, was stretched out beside Silver Moon. The two kit-mothers were watching their kits play with each other. Rising is my little brother. He's weak now, but maybe he'll be strong like me when he grows up. And Silver Moon is caring for Blossom, Dawn Spirit's kit. Such a pretty name for an ugly cat. I watch as Rising bats a small paw at Blossom. He squeaks in surprise as Blossom leaps at him, throwing him to the ground. Blossom lets out a triumphant laugh, but gasps as Rising kicks her away from him with surprising strength. Blossom cries out pathetically, "Silver Moooon! He hurt me!" She rolled around on the ground, fake sobs coming from her gaping jaws. Silver Moon only rolls her eyes. "You're playing a game, Blossom." she mews simply. "B-but Rising wasn't being nice!" Blossom whines. Rising scrambles back to sit with Running Fox, pushing into her belly fur. That's when I decide to cut into the conversation. "Hiiii!" I purr, padding lightly over to my mother. I touch her ear with my nose and do the same to Rising. "Hello, Breeze." Running Fox mews, her eyes bright. Rising's voice is quiet, but I do hear a soft greeting. "Guess what, Mom?" Before she can even reply, I gush, "I hear Rippling Water say that I'll be a Warrior soon! I dunno which rank I'll be, but I'm kinda hoping for Fighter--" Running Fox interrupts. "That's great, Breeze!" "I wanna be a Warrior!" Blossom yowls loudly. "D'you think Mom'll let me be a Warrior now!? Huh, huh?" I wanted to say that she didn't get any special privileges because she was the leader's kit, but Silver Moon beat me to it. As she explains the concept to Blossom, my gaze travels to a small group of cats padding swiftly across camp. I recognize Rippling Water and White Paws. The two cats they're guiding through the camp look younger; one is a ginger tom, padding along as if he were going on a stroll. The other was a paler ginger-and-white tom, who was gazing curiously at the cats staring at him. They disappear into Dawn Spirit's den. And naturally, I was curious, so I silently slip over to the den.
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