Lynxheart sat in the just outside the ShadowClan nursery. GIRkit, Potatokit and Bobertkit came out of the small den. "Hello, kits," said the deputy of ShadowClan, looking rather depressed.

"Hi, Lynxheart!" The kits mewed in unison.

GIRkit stepped forward. "Can we play with your Bazooka?"

Potatokit glared at his brother. "GIRkit!"

"I don't care. Go ahead." Lynxheart dropped the weapon at GIRkit's paws and padded away.

GIRkit stuck his tounge out at Potatokit. "So there."

"What do you think, Bobertkit?" Potatokit turned to his purple-pelted sister.

Bobertkit sat in silence for a moment. "Uh...I LIKES IT!" She immediately propped the bazooka up on two forked sticks.

GIRkit stared at the bazooka. "Okay, then... how do you work this baby?"

Bobertkit's ears pricked. "OOOO!!! I KNOW!! I KNOW!! PICK ME!" GIRkit stared at his sister. "You simply... turn this knob, pull the trigger stick thingy and--"

"Oh, StarClan," muttered Potatokit, who was standing at the firing end of the bazooka.

"HIT THE DIRT!" Bobertkit and GIRkit ducked just in time to avoid the weapon's back-blast. Potatokit was not as lucky. The small brown tom stood charred at the other end of the bazooka.

GIRkit smiled evilly. "IT WORKED!"

Bobertkit stared at her brother in horror. "POTATOKIT!!!!" Potatokit coughed, fell over and twitched.