A frost's family{open}

Lionstorm listened intently as his sister spoke of her training, giving a small mew of surprise when she mentioned her run ins with predators, "My first outing with Quailfeather was similar though it was just the owl, didn't see a fox, I'm glad you've found a good mentor in Nectarleap, he's a strong warrior." The younger warrior nodded approvingly, "Being a warrior is less glory than I imagined at Cranestar's age," He muttered good humoredly giving the young kit an affectionate nudge, hissing once more as it aggravated his wounds, "I like the extra responsibilities and I look forward to the day when Ashstar will entrust me with an apprentice of my own," Lionstorm looked wistfully to the apprentices den where he could see a few young cats milling about.

The older tom looked to his sister once more, "Enjoy your time as an apprentice, and heed the code, no going looking for fights, over-eager warriors and bloodthirsty apprentices are what's gotten us into this mess, as much as I want to hunt down Lakewhisper and prove I'm every bit the warrior he is, personal pride has to come behind the needs of the clan, besides I'm in no condition to fight yet, I just need to get strong enough to hunt again, the clan can't be relying on you apprentices to feed all of us."

The golden warrior looked to his youngest brother with a chuckle as the kit spoke of battling a monster, "You took an a whole monster by yourself?" He asked with feigned amazement, "Truly you are the greatest warrior to ever live Cranestar."

Acornpaw sat down to relax and listen to her brother meow about his warrior experiences. "Sounds interesting. Even though I'm not a warrior, I'm sure having extra responsibilities is nice. It feels good to have cats trust me when it comes to important needs." Acornpaw slightly twitched her ears back as she heard Lionstorm tell her all the basic things she should do. 
Unlike SOME apprentices, I actually know what it takes to be a warrior. Some of them are so immature. I can't wait 'till I'm ready to be a warrior because older cats are always telling me things that I already do. I hate being thought lowly of.
Acornpaw shook her head, ridding herself of those foolish and selfish thoughts; nodding. "Okay, Lionstorm. Being an apprentice is nice and all, but I do want to be a warrior so I can leave camp by myself. Being out on the moors feels so lovely and natural, and it would be nice to go out there to have some time to myself. You know I'm not very social with other cats.
But it's not like I can go to my favorite spot to relax anymore, because RiverClan, those filthy fish-pieces of mouse-dung, claimed the Lone Stump. One day, I'll claw them to shreds." Acornpaw spat bitterly, realizing she had just proven herself the exact definition of a bloodthirsty cat. "Under the word of my leader, of course." She added. 
StarClan, I'm so hypocritical. At least I don't actually speak those kinds of thoughts.
She turned her head to Cranekit. "A whole monster? You must have the entire power of StarClan at your side." Her pupils widened with fake amazement, looking at Cranestar in awe.

Cranekit twisted his head look over his shoulder towards his mother. For a second his face froze in confusion, but, shaking his head, he looked back at her with fiercely-determined eyes. "It had five horns, and two mouths, with sharp teeth! It was huge, very, very huge!" the kit hopped up, positioning himself in a faulty hunter's crouch and mimicking himself swiping at the monster with a small paw.

"I am." Cranekit puffed out his chest, padding left and right with a proud look on his face. "Maybe one day you'll be lucky enough to be my deputy." the tom-kit grinned up at his older brother.