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Originally Posted by Raiini

Chivekit had been busy snoozing lightly in the nursery, but suddenly awoke for no apparent reason. She lay still for a few heartbeats, light gaze wandering around the nursery, admiring the dapple of the sun just barely shining through the reeds. Eventually, the kit rolled to her paws, swiping her tongue across the pelt she could reach in effort to smooth her sleep-ruffled fur, and trotted over to the entrance of the den. Taking a moment to adjust to the brighter light, Chivekit pranced out of the nursery, looking around camp with wide eyes. She still wasn't used to how big it was.

Otterpaw was making her way to the fresh-kill pile, the cool evening breeze ruffling her fur. The pile looked very full, almost overflowing. She had done some hard work today; she thought she might treat herself to a large piece of prey, perhaps a squirrel. Her mind set on her evening meal, she didn't even notice the small kit standing in the clearing, and when she did, it was too late. "Whoa!" she exclaimed as her paws stumbled over the tiny ball of fluff. She hit the ground with a thud, nearly faceplanting into the earth. "Fox-dung," she swore under her breath as she helped herself to her paws. She looked over at the kit. "Sorry!" she exclaimed. "I wasn't looking where I was going; are you okay?"