Tiny Terror

Tyrant's spiky, short black fur bristled against Sparrowclaw's nose. He was excited. Today they would have a raid!
"Dad, can I come on the raid?'
Sparrowclaw answered through a mouthful of Tyrant's scruff. "Nn, yoo oo ong."
"I didn't quite catch that." Tyrant cheeked his father.
Sparrowclaw let out a playful growl. Tyrant knew he would give him a proper answer when they found a place to call camp for the day.
Darkcloud, Sparrowclaw's cousin, trotted up until he was level with Tyrant. "Doncha worry, kido, I'll make sure you get plenty of adventure today!"
Tyrant's very pale blue eyes sparkled. His eyes were almost white, with the very slightest hint of crystal blue.
"Nss ace ooks ood." Sparrowclaw mumbled.
"What was that?" asked Darkcloud, eying Sparrowclaw as if he had just grown wings.
Sparrowclaw placed Tyrant gently on the ground and pounced on Darkcloud without warning, pinning the smaller cat to the ground. Darkcloud was not a small cat, but Sparrowclaw was big. Really big.
"I said 'This place looks good'!" he roared, then bit down playfully at Darkcloud's ear.
The smoky grey-black tom chuckled as he shoved Sparrowclaw off of himself.
As soon as Sparrowclaw was on his feet, Tyrant bombarded him with questions.
"Can I come on the raid? Oh pleeeease let me go! I'll kill soo many cats, and, and, I'll steal soo much food! I'll, I'll..."
Sparrowclaw bowled the tiny cat over with a massive paw, chuckling. "You can't go this time, you little blood-thirsty tiger! It's a new group we're raiding today. We don't know what to expect, and we can't risk loosing a valuable cat such as yourself."
Tyrant seemed very deflated. His mother, Iceprowl, walked up with Tyrant's adopted brother in her jaws. She placed the black kit down and he bound over to Tyrant.
"Don't get your whiskers in a tangle! Remember, Darkcloud said he'd give us adventure!"
This was Night, who Sparrowclaw had found wandering alone about two moons ago. Tyrant and Night were five moons old now, but Tyrant was considerably smaller than Night. He had heard the word runt used in low conversations about himself. He knew it must have something with him being born a small cat.
But did Tyrant let this bother him? Oh no! Sparrowclaw told him stories of Scourge, Tyrant's great-grandfather. He was a runt, and yet look what HE accomplished!
"That's right!" said Darkcloud as he shook the dust off his pelt. "Tonight, you two will be in charge of the campsite while we are gone!"
The two brothers squealed with delight. Sparrowclaw eyed Darkcloud with uncertainty.
"Are you sure? What if something happens? Or a fox finds them?"
Darkcloud waved his tail dismissively and continued to talk to Tyrant and Night. "If anything strange happens in the camp, I want you both to yowl and sound the alarm. Then you can fight them off. But not before you give the yowl. Got it?"
"Got it!" the two cheered together.
Darkcloud looked at Sparrowclaw, his eyes asking for approval. Sparrowclaw raised his chin. It was okay by him.
"Right," said Sparrowclaw as he watched the darkness gather in the sky. "We best be getting a move on. We have to examine the camp before we attack, remember?"
Sparrowclaw and his BloodDrinkers took off into the night, swift and silent as wraiths. Darkcloud stayed behind a second. "Remember, sound the alarm if any trouble comes!"
And he took off after the others.
"Right!" said Tyrant. "Let's do a patrol and gather some moss for sleeping!"
"This is gonna be great!" whispered Night as he bounced with anticipation.
The two young black cats headed side by side into the surrounding underbrush to look for moss.