(Okay. Bye.)
"Icestar says I'mbecoming a warrior later!" She meowed happily.
Beaverkit heard voices outside and poked his head out of the nursery. Brightpaw and Grasspaw were talking. He looked at his mother and raced away, crashing into Brightpaw's legs. He scrambled to his paws, shaking dust fom his pelt. "Sorry Brightpaw." He meowed. He looked up at the ginger she-cat. [i] Why are older cats so big?[i] He asked himself.
Brightpaw looked down at the young kit. "It's okay Beaverkit. I don't mind. With suprise attacks like that,you'll be a great warrior!" She told him, her violet eyes shining.
Beaverkit noded, his amber eyes gleaming with happiness from the praise. "Thank you Brightpaw!" He mewed.








