Tinykit opened her eyes as a paw poked her flank. "Get up, Tinykit! Before Whitetail wakes." Meowed Juniperkit, her brother. Thymekit and Webkit we're awake, standing behind Juniperkit. Tinykit sat up. She and her brothers always woke up long before the dawn patrol, just so they could play. Whitetail, they're mother, seemed to hate Tinykit more than foxes. Whitetail had forbidden her to play with her brothers, so they always woke up really early, just to play.
"Let's go" Thymekit ordered and hopped down from the nursery. The nursery was up on an old oak tree that had plenty of space to for a queen and her kits. Whitetail had tought Juniperkit, Thymekit, and Webkit to climb in and out of the nursery, but had refused to teach Tinykit. So Rateye, her father, had tought her climbing. The medicine cat's den was under small bush like trees that had plenty of leaves. The warriors den was loctated under a willow tree ,straight from the nursery. It's leaves protecting the warriors from getting wet if it rained. The leader's den was in a sand hollow near the river. It was a huge rock, wich under it was a tunnel that led into Sorrelstar's den. The elders den was also under a willow tree, behind the nursery. Juniperkit poked Tinykit, a moss ball hung from his jaws. He began tossing it to Thymekit, who tossed it to Webkit, who tossed it to Tinykit. Tinykit tossed it over to Juniperkit. So they played. Suddenly a horrified yowl sounded from the nursery. It was Whitetail. "What in the name of StarClan! Tinykit! What's wrong with you!? Your brothers need rest to strong! They don't need to play with such an excuse for a cat like you!" She hissed, leaping down from the oak. She padded to Tinykit's siblings and beconed them with her tail, nudging them to the nursery. After her brothers had gone, Whitetail turned around, glaring. Whitetail unseathed her claws and leaped at Tinykit, clawing her shoulder stronger than a badger. Tinykit yowled in pain. "Stop!" Tinykit cried. Whitetail ignored her, biting her tail and clawing her flank. She suddenly let go. Tinykit was  dropped to the groud. Whitetail grabbed her scruff roughly and threw her in Tallwhisker's den. "Say a word and you'll be crow-food!" Whitetail hissed before jumpong back up into the nursery. "Tinykit! What happened?" Tinykit heard Tallwhisker's horrified meow. "I..i-i...." Tinykit's mew trailed away. She knew if she'd tell Tallwhisker about what happened, Whitetail would make sure she was crow-food. "I can't r-remember..." She lied. Tinykit wanted to give herself a facepaw right now. She wouldn't belive a kit can't remember how it got almost killed. To her luck, Tallwhisker just meowed "Come on. Let's get your wounds treated." And beconed her with her tail. As Tinykit padded into the den, she found a nest and flooped to her side, weak from the wounds Whitetail had given her. Tallwhisker padded up to her, a bundle of leaves in her jaws. She started applying the leaves on Tinykit's wounds. Tinykit fidgeted as the herbs stung her wounds. Tallwhisker didn't budge, judt kept applying the leaves on her wounds. After finishing, Tallwhisker padded back towards her herb store, taking a few black seeds. "These are poppy seeds. They'll calm you and make you sleepy." Tallwhisker meowed, giving Tinykit the seeds. Tinykit lapped them up and rested her head on her paws. She let out a jawn and closed her eyes, drifting into a calm, comftrable sleep.