Hello, world (OPEN)

Sweetpaw nuzzled Honeykit's cheek. "She isn't trying to be mean," she reassured the kit, "but you must understand that this mouse gave its life so we may eat it. We wouldn't want it to go to waste because your playing around made it too dirty or stale to eat. Don't feel bad, at least now you've been taught a value lesson all good warriors should know."

"I... think I understand. I'm sorry. I won't play with any of the fresh-kill anymore," Honeykit mewed sincerely. Having made her apology, Honeykit visibly perked up and regained her cheerful personality. "Okay! Lets's give the mouse to Shellwater! A warrior should always take care of the clan first," she informed her two playmates, seeming to forget for the moment that it was Sweetpaw that made the suggestion in the first place. She bent down and, although it took a few tries for the tiny kit to get a proper grip on the mouse, picked up the fresh-kill and started making her way to the Elder's den.

...And then she abruptly stopped because she realized she had no idea where the Elder's Den was. She hesitantly turned to the two apprentices with flattened ears. Though unable to verbalize her question, both because of embarrassment and her mouth full of mouse, her wide, pleading eyes said it all.