[dino.]

[ @BILL. ]

Camp. Back to camp. Back in camp, more like. Cicadakit squinted as he trotted through the reeds, a caterpillar clamped in his mouth. His chin was lifted as he proudly displayed his prize. And yet... as he approached the center of the clearing, his head began to droop, and his ears folded back.

He knew, obviously, that he'd broken The Rule. No kits out of camp, The Rule said. He'd followed the caterpillar - not breaking The Rule initially. But then he'd gotten distracted and had followed it out of camp. Far, far out of camp. Bam. The Rule had been broken. The sudden fear of screwing up again struck him and he promptly sat down in the middle of the clearing with his tail wrapped over his paws and the caterpillar still clenched gently in his teeth. Better off waiting for Lionstar to come to him.