Exploration.

Soft, creamy dawn light poured through the thick canopy of the trees, dappling the floor of the SkyClan camp. The sun was rising steadily, and only slanted glimpses of it could be caught through the blanket of leaves draped overhead. The warm, musty smells of greenleaf filled the air, foreign scents of prey and the wet, dewy smell of leaves curling through Grousekit's nose as he took a deep, full-bellied breath. The large kit was standing just outside the nursery, his sharp ears pricked curiously. His eyes were wide and they shone with curiosity and hidden intellect, and the tom was swinging his head, his bright eyes swallowing the camp for the first time. He could faintly hear the rustle of cats in their nests, and he knew that they would soon be stirring, emerging from the hidden darkness of their dens to start their daily routines. With an excited mewl the kit bounced forward, his paws leading him towards the freshkill pile before he had even realized it.