The sky was grey with clouds that hung over the camp like a heavy, woolen blanket. The clearing was silent as every cat slept. The only sounds were Lightningstripe's snoring and some bird in the forest singing.

Swiftkit was the first to wake up in the nursery. She blearily opened her eyes and yawned. Dawn light filtered through the nursery entrance as she swiftly scrambled to her paws and turned to Pikekit.

She shook her littermate. "Wake up!" she hissed quickly.

He stirred with a groan. "Later..." he mumbled. Despite this, he still sleepily stretched, his paws reaching out. His hind paw jabbed Pigeonkit in the stomach and the kit gave a shriek and leapt to his paws. In the process, he landed on Applekit's ear, and she jumped up too, eyes wide. Her tail hit Troutkit in the face and Troutkit gasped and sprang to her paws. As she did she brushed Cloverkit's flank, and Cloverkit screeched and leapt backward, knocking into Furzekit.

Furzekit half-opened his eyes. "What's going on?" He mumbled sleepily, "Brightdust?"

Swiftkit scowled. "Way to go, Pikekit," she snapped, "Now everyone's up."

Cloverkit looked horrified as she somehow misheard 'Pikekit' and heard her own name instead. "I... I'm so sorry," she whispered, "I-I-I... I'm so sorry, Swiftkit, I'm so, so, so sorry... I didn't mean to... I'm sorry..."

Swiftkit sniffed, "I'm not talking to you, mouse-brain," she glared at Pikekit.

Cloverkit gulped. "I'm sorry. I thought you said my name- I... I'm sorry..."

"I'm going to go for a swim," declared Pikekit, ignoring his sister, "It's hot in here."

"No it's not, it's cold," retorted Pigeonkit, "And boring. Can we please just do something? It's cold. Let's play a game."

"We can play Fish," suggested Pikekit, "It's where we pretend to be different fish. I'll be a pike."

Troutkit looked uneasily from kit to kit. "I... I d-don't know," she whispered, "I-I think it's... it's cold, l-like P-P-Pigeonkit... that's j-just what I th-think anyway." She added shyly, her eyes wide and voice timid.

Swiftkit marched to the entrance, "It won't be cold if we just do something."

"It's not cold! It's hot! Let's get out of the nursery," Pikekit followed her to the entrance.

Furzekit mumbled something incoherent and stumbled after them before crashing into Cloverkit, whose nest was the closest to the entrance and falling backward. She gasped. "Furzekit, are you okay? I'm sorry," she apologized, "I'm so, so..."

Pigeonkit stalked after Swiftkit and Pikekit. "I am not swimming," he declared passionately, "I hate swimming. We need to think of a proper game. I'm so bored."

Swiftkit rolled her eyes. "Help us think," she snapped, "If you did that perhaps we'd already know what to play."

Troutkit hurried after them as they padded into the clearing, Swiftkit going the fastest in the lead. "P-perhaps we could play C-Clan again?" he suggested hesitantly.

Pikekit gave a growl. "No. We'll get in trouble."

"It's boring anyway," said Pigeonkit.

Swiftkit inspected the clearing as she left the nursery. "Perhaps we could make a camp," she suggested, "Look, if we used this rock we could hang moss over this side and it would make an overhang and then it would be a den-"

"Make a camp inside a camp?" Pigeonkit interrupted dubiously, "That's dumb. And making dens sounds boring."

"Let's just play Fish," said Pikekit, "As I said, we'll each be a fish-"

"I am not swimming."

"We should build a camp!"

"What, thinking of a nice kit game to play?"

The three kits spun around. Yarrowpaw was sitting and glaring at them, muzzle twisted into a sneer. "You really don't have anything to do, do you? Why don't you just go and listen to the elders go on about how wonderful you are?"

"Actually, we have plenty to do," Swiftkit retorted hotly.

"The elders don't call us wonderful," complained Pigeonkit, "They hate us."

"You think you're so great, but I bet you can't even swim," began Pikekit, "I bet I could beat you in a race if-"

"Kits!" Brightdust's voice rang out and they all glanced over to the nursery, where she stood. "Stop bothering poor Yarrowpaw. Find something to do, for StarClan's sake!" she hurried over and pushed them behind her. "I'm so sorry," she apologized to Yarrowpaw, "They're a little bored at the moment."

"I noticed," Yarrowpaw stared at them and turned and walked away, tail flicking. Brightdust turned around to face them as soon as she was out of sight. 

"Come on, now," she said, sounding exasperated, "It's not even morning yet - don't bother anybody. Find a nice, quiet game. Cloverkit in the nursery is with Furzekit and she's not making any fuss." Brightdust stared at them sternly. "Find another game to play. Don't annoy anybody."

"She annoyed us first-" began Pigeonkit, but Brightdust swept her tail over his muzzle, fixed her gaze on him for a second and then walked back to the nursery.

"See? We should make a camp," said Swiftkit, "That's quiet."

"Fish is even quieter!" insisted Pikekit.

"Whatever, let's just make a camp," grumbled Pigeonkit. He shot a look at Pikekit, "I am not swimming."

Pikekit opened his mouth to object, but Swiftkit was already talking. "Let's collect moss. We can get it from the medicine cat den. There might be long strips for this rock's overhang."

Nobody argued with this, apart from Troutkit, who had finally caught up to them, who opened and closed his mouth but decided against speaking. He reluctantly trailed after them as they hurried to the medicine cat den, regularly checking that nobody was watching them.

As they reached it, Swiftkit ducked inside first, and Pigeonkit and Pikekit followed beside each other. Troutkit peered in worriedly, but reluctantly entered when he saw the medicine cat sleeping.

Inside, herbs lined the walls. Huge leaves were placed over each pile, keeping the moisture off them so they didn't rot. Troutkit studied them, fascinated, but Swiftkit didn't even glance at them. A huge pile of moss lay at the back of the den, beside the medicine cat's nest. Swiftkit studied it. 

"We'll all grab some and run," she whispered.

She darted forward super quickly at a super quick speed and grasped some moss. She shot out of the den, giving a muffled cry as she tripped on some berries. Half of them crushed beneath her paw while the others rolled in all directions. Troutkit yelped in shock as one hit his paw and leaped up, fur bristling. Swiftkit hissed in frustration and hurried out of the den, not wanting to be punished. Pigeonkit raced after her.

Pikekit knew that he would be lectured by his littermate if he didn't get moss, but he would get lectured by his mother if he did. He decided to try and grabbed some moss then ran off too.

Troutkit was frozen in shock as the medicine cat - who still nobody knew the name of - stirred. As their eyes opened he squeaked and bolted.

Swiftkit, in the clearing, dropped her moss and growled, "We're going to get in trouble again."

Pikekit, next to her, sighed in disappointment. Pigeonkit, who was skulking beneath the rock, gave a whine. 

"Look where you got us," he accused, glaring at Swiftkit.

She shrugged, unable to speak because of the moss in her mouth.

Thornshine was there, glaring at them furiously. Brightdust was at her side, looking bemused; meanwhile, Coppercloud was standing behind them, her deformed leg hanging limply behind her. She was gazing sympathetically at them, as though saying, you didn't get away this time in a kind way.

Swiftkit growled frustratedly, "Our day gets ruined again."

"You mean, you ruined our day again," complained Pigeonkit, "Making a camp inside a camp is a dumb game anyway. It's not a game."

Thornshine and Brightdust stalked forward. Brightdust's tail was lashing and Thornshine was growling. Swiftkit's bravery wavered as she saw them. 

"I think we're in trouble."

Pikekit nodded in agreement, "Oops."

Heyo! It's Pebble and this is my very first chapter written for CG :D. I hope you liked it!

edited by Lamb :)