The curious kit~

As the sun rose through the pines that chilly morning, Rainkit began his first ever dangerous mission. Which of course he had assigned himself. Checking to see if his mother, Mousewhisker, was still asleep he crept out of the nursery on his long black legs. What was the next part? Oh! Through the dirtplace tunnel! Treading through camp coolly with his black tail high and his ginger pelt flat. Squeezing his growing self through the gap, and leaving scraps of ginger fur along the wall as well, he had done what many kits desired and several had done before. Some with fatal results. Nonetheless the cheeky Rainkit bounded through the morning woods letting the crisp air fill his lungs.

"Where should I go first? Who should I fight? Maybe I should hunt!" He squeaked, sniffing the air he couldn't identify the many scents of the forest. Not yet anyway. When he heard larger footsteps he ducked into a bush in an attempt to hide. If any cat found me I'd be in big trouble!