The gray she stepped out of the nursery. She opened her mouth, letting in the scent of fresh kill. "Ahh, a patrol just renewed the pile." She walked towards the fresh-kill pile, three kits following. "Shiverkit! Get off Lillykiy like that!" The tabby Tom looked up. "Yes Graysky. When do you think we will be apprentices?" Graysky dropped the vole she just picked up. "When you start acting like one!" She walked off to a not too sunny spot to eat her prey, watching her three kits play. Lillykit and Shiverkit were "practicing" fighting moves. The fluffy black she kit sat and watched, then as the med cat came out she bounded over. I heard her ask what she could do. "Nothing right now, Newkit." Newkit turned to walk to her siblings, "actually, could you help me bring this to Thistleclaw, he is having bone aches." They went to the elder den. I knew that would be the path star clan chooses for her.
The black Tom with the blue stripe along his back walked over to Graysky. "I guess you know the path set out for our Newkit?" She licked his flank, "of course, Bluestripe." He got a squirrel and ate with his mate. Bluestripe didn't eat for long, he had deputy duties to get back to.