The Kits' Revenge

Prologue
"But why?" protested Amberkit, looking around at her three brothers.

"Because." replied Blackkit, his fur fluffing out.

"I'm not doing it." decided Amberkit. "If you want to go out and get yourselves killed, that's fine by me. But, boys, I want to have a life. I don't intend upon dying yet..."

"Why not?" complained Crookedkit, limping forwards too.

"Crookedkit, you're limping because your leg was bent too far by an enemy warrior. That was the last time you three decided to go out and do something stupid." Amberkit rolled her eyes. Why were boys so weird, always wanting to risk their lives for an objective that would achieve nothing?

Crookedkit's eyes widened. "You're right." he gasped, looking down at his leg. "I'm not going either."

Blackkit's lip curled, showing tiny, sharp teeth. He glared at his sister, his fierce amber gaze boring into her fur. "Why are you a scaredy cat? Why are you not brave? We have our father's personality. You're too much like our mother to ever yearn for adventure."

"I'm glad of it." retorted Amberkit. "And look where our father ended up by being reckless. He's dead after madly attacking a cat he clearly couldn't beat. And what was his reason? Adventure." She blinked. "Adventure. What a stupid excuse for a word. You're going to meet a sticky end, Blackkit. Just like our father. Mark my words."

Branchkit hissed at his sister. "No need to be so rude." He paused and looked at Blackkit. "Let's do it."

WIP