It's all right," he murmured into her ear. "Just think how beautiful our kits will be. They'll finally be able to kick you from the outside instead of the inside.

I suppose.” Mousefur sniffed. “No doubt it’ll be up to me to teach them manners. Kits nowadays don’t know how to show any respect.”Jayfeather’s whiskers twitched with amusement.“Don’t you believe it,” Purdy whispered. “She was teaching Lilykit and Seedkit how to reach under the wall of the warriors’ den and catch stray tails yesterday.

Come on, hurry up, snailpaws,” Toklo growled at Lusa. He poked her in the side with his nose. “Where’s all that annoying early-morning cheerfulness you’re usually so full of?”“Well, maybe if you hadn’t woken me up by dropping a fish on my head,” Lusa protested, yawning.

Oh, and welcome to the Three.

Here. Lick."Tigerclaw glared at her. "I'm not a medicine cat."Cinderpaw's blue eyes blazed as she rounded on the deputy. "You've got a tounge, haven't you? Lick, you usless lump of fur. Do you want the kit to die?"Fireheart flinched, half expecting Tigerclaw to hurl himself at her and slash her open with his powerful claws. Instead the dark tabby bowed his huge head and began to lick the second kit.