Foxkit's first step outside the nursery.

Foxkit looked back to his mother, ___TBA___, excitement and a bit of fear evident in his young, round eyes. His mother purred her encouragment, though she too was nervous that he wouldn't be accepted, having been born outside the clans. But he didn't know that. He bounded out the entrance, excitement roaring through his veins. He skidded to a stop, looking around excitedly. Of course he was born outside the den, he remembered living outside before the clan took him in. But that had been a moon ago, and he had so badly wanted to see the sky again! Also, now he could see the camp. When he first came in, it was pouring rain, and they'd rushed him straight to the nursery, because he'd had the shivers. But now, he looked around in awe. Sure, it all seemed empty right now, but so big! He skittered around the camp, peeking into the brambles around the border in excitement.

Emberblaze watched the kit from the entrance to the medicine den, purring in amusement. She padded out to him. "Hello little kit." She mewed.