Amberpaw was at the fresh-kill pile sharing a thrush with Firepaw. The ginger tom was allowing her to have the first bites. Amberpaw had just gotten back from the hunting party. She had caught a squirrel. "You don't have to wait until I'm done to have some," Amberpaw meowed to Firepaw. "I know," Firepaw responded. "I'm just trying to be polite." Amberpaw dipped her head. "You can eat now." Firepaw dug into the thrush messily. Amberpaw jerked her head away from watching him eat. It was disgusting! Now I know why Firepaw wanted to wait until I was done! Amberpaw thought. He didn't want me to see how bad of manners he had! "We're having a gathering tonight." Firepaw mewed through noisy bites. "Do you want to go?" Amberpaw nodded. "Sure," She meowed. "I want to see BlueClan again. It feels like it's been forever since we last saw Tawnystar and her deputy Dusktail." Then, Whiteberry came up with her kits. Maplekit, Goosekit, and Sunkit bumped into their mother's legs as they ran. "Oops, sorry!" Sunkit squeaked. He then shook his yellow tabby fur. "We'll be more careful next time!" Goosekit promised. "Yeah!" Maplekit agreed. "It's okay, little kits." Whiteberry purred. "No harm done," The three kits rubbed against their mother's legs and purred. "You seem to have a pawful to take care of!" Amberpaw purred. "Yep," Whiteberry meowed. "They are quite the pawful!" "What's a pawful?" Maplekit asked. "You don't know what a pawful is?" Sunkit squeaked. "A pawful is something that's as full as a paw!" Maplekit nodded. "Oh..." Whiteberry laughed. "Silly kits!" She purred.

Amberpaw nodded.