Raisinkit was stuck plucking at the cottony fronds of cotton candy stuck in her fur. Why am I always stuck plucking stuff out of my dang fur? Raisinkit thought to herself. As soon as Raisinkit finished plucking the endless bits of fluff from her fur, she raced across the clearing to where Grapekit was talking to Bowdowntomestar.
    The ugly brown-furred leader had a massive mirror set up in front of her. She was fluffing her tail carefully- you see, fluffing tails must be very precise. After she had fluffed her tail perfectly (although it still looked like a rats nest), she turned to Grapekit. "How do I look? I need to look perfect for the Gathering tonight."
Her pretty white-pelted sister shrugged. Raisinkit could tell she thought she looked like an ugly fox, but couldn't say that because Bowdowntomestar was the leader.
    "It looks fine I guess." Grapekit finally announced. She turned to Raisinkit, turning her blue eyes to Raisinkit's. All Raisinkit could think was; I have way prettier eyes than her. Purple is better then blue.
As the little purplish kit stared, Grapekit prodded again. This time her eyes were much more pleading.
     "Oh, yeah you look totally beautiful." Raisinkit agreed. "I like how you put the new squirrel-teeth clips in your fur."
Bowdowntomestar walked off vainly as she was praised. Ok, that was weird.
    Grapekit looked at her desperately. "I wanna go to the gathering but we can't until we're apprentices."
Raisinkit gasped. "That's true! Oh no!"
    Suddenly, their black-and-white cow patched mother walked towards them. "Guess what kits? You're being made apprentices! And do you want to know why? Because you praised Bowdowntomestar! What an easy way to be apprenticed . . . "
    "Did you have to do some sort of challenge to be an apprentice when you were younger . . . ?" Raisinkit asked, although she wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer.
"Of course! We had to fight evil bears and foxes and cows!"
    "Cows?" Grapekit asked nervously. "I thought those were supposed to be . . . Like, not dangerous at all or something."
    "No, no, cows are more dangerous then foxes!"

Raisinkit was sleeping. Her paws twitching she was sure, since she was dreaming. She was in a starry field full of cows. Lots of cows. Most were black and white, but a few were brown or black. One was even a golden colour with long horns. The one with horns plodded heavily towards her, smashing the ground with its large and evil hooves. It hooked a tree on one of its long, curvy horns and swung sideways. The tree died.
    Raisinkit screamed in terror. "Run! It's an evil cow!" But as she screeched the cow just stood there, passively chewing its cud.
"Mooo." It said confusedly.
It started to walk towards her again, but the little kit bolted away, scrambling up a tree. As soon as she was up the tree, she realized that the cow may be able to rip this one out of the ground, too. 
'Oh no. Have I just doomed myself?'
    And then the scariest thing happened. As the cow walked forward, it's eyes suddenly blazed a fiery red. Then it's eyes were on fire. It walked even closer to the tree until it was right beside it.
    The golden cow dug his horn into the tree and pulled. The last thing Raisinkit remembered was the tree toppling over her and being crushed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Raisinkit screamed as she woke up. "AN EVIL COW! IT'S COME TO GET ME! HELP!"
Mootail blinked her brown, cow-like eyes open and Raisinkit screamed again, pointing at Mootail.
"AHHH IT'S A COW! WHY STARCLAN! WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE TO YOU?!"
    Mootail seemed very confused. "Raisinkit . . . " she sighed exasperatedly. "I'm your mother."