There was no sign of Duskkit of Sweetkit.
"Where'd they go Echokit?" She called.
"I don't know!" Echokit called back.
"Have u seen them Lichenkit?"
Shrewkit was staring around the camp. "I don't know either." She meowed absently. "Look at that fresh-kill!" She was staring at a fluffy and feathery mass of birds, squirrels and mice at the end of the clearing. It was topped off door a huga vole.
"The fresh-kill pile!" Amberkit raced towards it, her nose twitching. She'd heard all the queens in the nursery talk about it, and she'd spiering, spieringen mice on her mothers pelt before. What would it taste like? Shoving...
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