"Get off me," groaned Rainkit. A heavy dark brown tom was laying on her, and she shoved him off. "Mosskit!" Mosskit woke with a start. His head brushed the bramble bush under which was the nursery, and he glared at his younger denmate before rolling over in his nest of moss and bracken, snuggling closer to his mother, Orchidtail, and his sister, Littlekit, before falling back asleep with his paw over his ears. "You're up early," purred Firepaw, nuzzling her younger denmate. She looked up at Twilightstar, who was also her mentor. "Where are we going to go?" "Rainkit!" "Rainkit!" "Wow."