A small, fluffy, white she-kit bounced from the nursery. It was her first time outside, and she was hyped! She sniffed, pricked her ears, and tasted the air. So many smells and sounds! She bounced -well, more like stumbled- down the small rocky path that led up to the nursery. Not paying attention, she bumped into the returning hunting patrol. "Oops!" She squeaked, bounding away. Muddykit clawed her way up a steep rock face, and, when she looked down, she realized she was pretty high. "Eek!" She squealed, scrambling on the tiniest rock ledge. The kit glanced wildly around, looking for something to grab. She reached desperately for a jutting twig, just strong enough to hold her weight. Suddenly, she slipped. Yowling, she plummeted towards the camp floor, hitting some jutting rocks on the way. With a crack, her yowling was cut off abruptly as she hit the ground. For a split second, blood roared in her ears, and her whole body hurt. There was faint yowling and voices around her. She quivered once, before everything went black.