Early dawn seeps into the nursery den as I blink back sleep. I roll over in my nest, shutting my eyes, but only to fail as a big ball of ivory fur lands on my shoulder. "Wake up Foxkit, wake up, wake up, WAKE UP!," Sweetkit squealed. "UGGGHHHHHFFFH" I groan as I clamber up. There is no choice. I will have to go sooner or later, and Gingerpelt wouldn't defend me. And my shoulder hurt. IT HURT. "Yes!" we jump up with joy. "Yellowstar's daughter?", Greenkit whispers, shocked. Gorsekit and Sweetkit bolt up. "How dare they?" Gorsekit shouts. *** "I promise" Their voices meow in unison.