An average night for some cats

"In your little dreams!" he mewed, blue eyes big with pride. "'Cus one day you'll be the one hunting for me!" Happykit sized up Stormkit, whom was much bigger than him. He said nothing about that. Being the runt in a litter was nothing to be proud about.

Stormkit looked down at Happykit, smiling a bit. "Yea, I'll be hunting for you when are an elder, kit," he laughed. "I'm going to become Stormstar, the great leader of WindClan!"

"Yeah whatever," he laughed, rolling his eyes. "Well, you can lead your small little Clan. I'll be the leader of ShadowClan!"

Stormkit smiled at the kit, happy to be around another kit for once. "Then I hope you have nine long lives!"

Happykit opened an eye with surprise. Where was the teasing remarks they were throwing back at each other? He was a little glad it had ended. "U- Oh, thanks! You too!" He pawed at a single clouded eye. "Hmmph... It stinks to be blind in one eye, but at least I can see out the other!" he meowed.

"Well be glad your not half-clan thats Darkforest to me" she kind of teased at her own pain.

Stormkit looked at Happykit and smiled, then turned his gaze to Greypaw. "Dark Forest?" he asked, his icy blue eyes flicking, but he ended up just shaking his head. "What is your name?" he asked Greypaw.

"It's Greypaw" she replyed.

Stormkit dipped his head to Greypaw. "It's nice to meet you, Greypaw!"

"Who's your parents? Mines Littlelight of Shadowclan and Sarrowsong of Thunderclan" she meowed.

Stormkit shifted on his paws, unsure of what to say. "Mine parents were WindClan cats. Duskrose and-"
"Me," a growl arose from the shadows of the trees as dark mist started to pour out of the shadows. A tall black tom padded from the mist, his form flicking badly, as if it almost painful to stay here. "My name is Nightmask," he snarled, his icy blue eyes filled with hate. "Remember that, 'paw'."

"He doesn't seem really nice." she whispered into the kits ear.

Stormkit looked surprised as his father. He never expected to see his father here, but yet here he was. "He can be nice sometimes," he whispered back to Greypaw.

Nightmask fixed his eyes on Stormkit, smiling evilly. "Ah, my small little kit. Not an apprentice yet, I see."

Stormkit growled at his father. "I'll be one soon, thought!"

"Is he a good father? I mean, just look at his face!" she whispered.

Stormkit flinched as he thought about the day he got his torn ear. "He did teach me how to fight, and he always told me that I would be the best warrior StarClan ever will see. So strong that even StarClan will fear me."

Nightmask smiled at his son, letting out a small, cold laugh. "You still be the strongest warrior, my dear son. But what you do with the power, is what can make you well-known," he meowed, then suddenly his flicking form disappeared for a second before returning. His icy eyes flashed with pain, but it was soon gone.