() BoneClan () Part 1 () Fight for Survival ()

Frostkit watched them past her, the breeze ruffling her fur.
Whitekit chuckled as Graykit came in to tackle her sister.

Featherkit got tackled to the ground, Graykit playfully batting her ears. "I"M GOING TO GET YOU FROSTKIT!" Featherkit yowled, scrambling out from under him.

Frostkit snickered, and strolled into the nursery. She bowed to Whitekit. "THank you, THankyouverymuch." She smirked.

Silver couldn't rest. She was restless. Her eyes showed nothing as she stared up at StarClan.

Featherkit batted Graykit's nose, and made a mad dash for the nursery. "I.. Hate.. You.." She panted to Frostkit.

Frostkit grinned and rolled her eyes. "Well, Miss. I love to snicker, that's my revenge." She Mewed playfully.
Whitekit fell over laughing. Her sides hurt so bad. She was starting to like the worled of no hiding and drama.

Featherkit's eyes narrowed playfully. "I will get you back, don't worry."

FRostkit snorted. "Try me."

"Don't worry, I'll get you back, not now though," Featherkit. "But soon, don't worry." She snickered mischievously, and then plopped down when Graykit came in, grinning.

Frostkit smiled. "Awesome job Graykit! You did so nicely she's threatening to kill me." Frostkit Chuckled.

"Oh, I don't plan to kill you, Frostkit." Featherkit said, smirking. "My getting back at you involves Scratchkit, don't worry, I didn't leave your little crush out of this."
Scratchkit had been sneaking around the den, and heard this. His eyes widened, and then he slipped away, nobody noticed him. (HINTHINTNOBODYNOTICES!xDD)

Frostkit growled. "If you do anything I will smack you dead!" She retorted hotly.

"M'hmm," Featherkit said, rolling her eyes.

Frostkit held up her paw. "Want be to prove it?" She challenged.

"No, I'm good," Featherkit said, backing up playfully. She saw something out of the corner of her eye, and saw Scratchkit slinking away slowly. "OH. CRUD."

Frostkit followed her gave to Scratchkit. "What? What is he doing?" She said, peeking out.

"I.. I don't know how much he heard of our conversation," Featherkit prompted, face turning pale.

Frostkit growled. "You mean he HEARD?" She almost screeched. Almost.

"I didn't say that!" Featherkit said, knowing that she was dead, she was doomed. "I said he might've."
Scratchkit was sneaking away, and he faintly heard Frostkit loudly say, 'You mean he HEARD?' Oh, he wasn't supposed to? Whoops.

Frostkit growled, and tacked Featherkit. "I will KILL you!"

"WE DON'T KNOW IF HE DID!" Featherkit cried, scrambling up. "I guess I got you back involving Scratchkit, unintentionally," Featherkit muttered dryly. "He's got to come to bed sometime, I can ask him then, if you haven't killed me yet."

Frostkit rolled her eyes. "But what if he LIES?" She shot back.

"He might," Featherkit smiled. "But he's a terrible liar,"
Scratchkit slowly dragged himself into the nursery, bracing himself for all sorts of embrassment and awkwardness.

Frostkit saw him coming, and curled into a corner, pretending to be sleeping.

"Scratchkit, how much of the conversation did you hear?" Featherkit asked, very straight-forwardly.
"Umm.. I.. What conversation?" Scratchkit stuttered.
Featherkit rolled her eyes. "Well.. I heard that.. she likes me."