Ohana means jack-all [Closed]

On the edges of the marshlands, Violetpaw watched a toad lazily swat flies out of the air for food. The bicoloured she-cat was still as a leaf, her mismatched eyes focused on it with precision. Her body was coiled up and ready to spring, all she needed was the right moment. But she couldn't bring herself to jump yet, was it now? Was it too soon? Uncertainty dogged her, till the toad just hopped out of sight.

"Dark Forest take us." She swore, swatting aside a rock in annoyance.

Willowpaw was picking her way quietly through the marsh, her belly low the the ground. The delicate she-cat, despite being the oldest, still bore many traits of kithood. Her face was soft and round, and she was easily distracted and rather clumsy.
Willowpaw was practicing one of Shadowclan's famous moves- sneaking up silently behind an opponent.
She grinned as she noticed a small cat. Violetpaw, maybe?
The black-and-white she-cat suppressed a purr of excitement as she made her way slowly towards her. Her yellow eyes widened as she heard her curse.
"Violetpaw!" She mewed in shock.

Boulderpaw was padding alone through the forest and thinking about his training session. But then he was disturbed by similar and well known scent. His littermates. He crouched and slowly came closer by sniffing. When he saw the whole picture he was amazed. "Violetpaw! Willowpaw! What are you doing here?"