Dreams of ponies and unicorns! nah dream of well I dunno

"Either way you put it, you still tried your best, Greyfeather" he purred

Stormwing nodded in agreement. "Yeah, a decent opponent," She teased playfully. "It's good to see you again though, when you weren't a...rather gloomy warrior. I mean, at least we were friends for a little while as apprentices before one of your family members died, right?" She purred. Coldkit just sat there, head on his paws, with a quite annoyed expression on his face.

Foxkit pounced on Coldkit, "Got your tail!" she mewed playfully

Stormwing blinked in surprise, lifting her paw off of Coldkit at the sudden second kit on her paw. Coldkit hopped onto his fours, shaking his fur. He narrowed his eyes at Foxkit. Rather than playing, he just stood there. "Aren't you mad at me too?" He growled softly, glaring at her. Stormwing hesitated, wondering is she should put her paw back on him to hold her son down again, before trouble sprouted.

"Why would I be?" Foxkit tilted her head to one side. "You didn't do anything to hurt me"

Coldkit blinked. It was rare to see a cat like this who didn't get mad at him for what he did to the other cats. "Alright," He mewed awkwardly, flicking his tail.

Foxkit looked around, "Are there any moss balls around here to play with?" she asked

Coldkit looked around. "There's some," He mewed simply, flicking his tail over at a tree where a lot of moss was growing. He padded over, digging his claws in the moss and tearing some down.

Foxkit took it and rolled it into a ball, soon after throwing it up in the air

Coldkit leaped up, bating it away in mid-air. e streaked after it, nosing it away.

Littlelight looked, "You'll be going back to WindClan very soon" he purred, starting to fade from their vision.

Foxkit looked up, "But I wanna stay!" she whined

Coldkit turned into a blur as he picked up the moss ball. "What the heck?.." He murmured, feeling tired. He collapsed on the ground, before fading away completely. "Looks like it's time to go, young one. Come back any time!" Stormwing purred. But she wasn't talking to her son; she was talking to Foxkit.

Foxkit ducked her head, not wanting to leave, "Okay" she said back, fading away into the WindClan nursery

Greyfeather began to fade but Longkit was the last one.

Longkit once again felt discluded in his dream, why always him? he began fading and found himself in the Windclan nursery.