The picture above is of Sootpelt.

      As Amberpaw dashed to the elders den a deep voice sounded behind the three kits, startling them.
"I see you met Amberpaw, my apprentice. Hello kits."

The kits spun around and saw a grey warrior.
"Sootpelt!" Stormkit squeaked. "You're here!"
Sootpelt purred "Well, I couldn't help but visit my beautiful kits!"

Dewkit, her voice bubbling with amusement,  said,
"But Sootpelt, you just visited us yesterday!"

Sootpelt purred mockingly,
"Well, I have to train my poor, weak kits how to fight!"
Firekit wiggled his hanged and spat,
"I'll show you weak!"

Sootpelt hissed unexpectedly,
"Hey! Firekit! Stop! Your digging your claws in!" He shook Firekit off and he tumbled to the ground.
"Sorry." Sootpelt murmured. "Are you ok?"

Firekit stood, huffed, and stalked back to the nursery.

"Dad?" Stormkit squeaked, his voice filled with confusion. "Why is Firekit so mean?"

Sootpelt sighed, glancing at the nursery entrance.
"I don't know Stormkit." He replied.
"I really don't know."