Meet Bluekit

A small blue colored kit opened his bright blue eyes and took in the scene in front of him. Bluekit was in a den made out of weaved bramble. A few beams of light fell in front of the kit, and he stretched a paw out to bat at them. To his surprise, the beams of light hit his paw, and he jerked it back. The light fell back in its original place. "Woah!" he squeaked. Bluekit stood up on his short, wobbly legs and shook out his fur, making moss go flying. He ran out of the den at full speed, but was stopped by another cat. "Hey! Watch it!" he mewed.

"You watch it," the cat hissed back. Creamstripe glared down at the small kit with narrowed eyes, her tail flicking in annoyance. She had been heading toward the exit of the camp when the young tom had ran into her legs. Of course out of anybody that would have to run into it; it would have to be a kit. Creamstripe wasn't a big fan of kits; they normally always wanted to play and mess around while Creamstripe just liked her peace and quite. Hopefully this kit wouldn't get on her nerves.

Bluekit looked up and stumbled back. "Oh.. sorry.." he mewed. The blue kit weaved through Creamstripe's legs and darted into the clearing. "Oh!" Bluekit gasped as he scanned the scene in front of him. What caught his eye the most was the amount of cats. Some were gathered next to he fresh kill pile, and others were in groups scattered around.