Mirage sat in a corner, looking uncertainly towards her family. She loved them all, but sometimes, they scared her. The brownish gray and white tabby kit hated to be scared. Being scared was a great weakness that could eventually result in getting her killed. She scuffled her paws, then took a deep breath before padding over to Corinth, looking at the thing that her sister held in their jaws. “W-what's that?” Mirage stuttered, her eyes wide. She wondered if it was some sort of food, or maybe an odd animal that wasn't prey. Parting her jaws, she drew in a breath, trying to catch its scent, but to no avail. That made her all the more curious, and she pricked her ears forwards, trying to see if it made any sort of noise.