Waterkit fluffed up her silky, smooth fur and yawned. She headed out from the nursery. Cold winds hit her face, but she was warmed by the sun. She wanted to go back to sleep for a long nap, deciding that the cats that had exited the nursery weren't in any trouble. She, again, yawned. It reminded her how tired she was and, although she tried to hide it, her boredom. No other kits came up to talk with her, and she was too shy to walk up to them. She went to a small patch of bulrushes and layed underneath. She suddenly had a new idea that filled her with fizzy energy. She would catch something real for her Clan! And she would find it inside camp! Somehow, she wanted to help, and this seemed to be the way to go.
Waterkit ventured around camp. She decided that the most logical way to try to catch something was to set a trap for it! The little kit had no idea how this would work; she was too young to know most things. She, at least, knew she had to try. She stalked over to some acorns and picked up two in her tiny jaws. She carried them over to the quietest corner of camp. She set the acorns down on the ground, hoping some prey would be stupid enough to risk it for the food. She waited.
She watched the other kits with jealousy. Suddenly, there was a flicker of movement from her trap. She slowly walked back over there, closer, until she saw a mouse nibbling at the acorn. Swishing her tail, she pounced, missing by far. The mouse took the acorns and vanished from sight. Sighing in disappointment, she walked back over to the prey pile to practice hunting moves. She watched the other kits converse and have fun with each other, and once again wondered if they would ever care about her, or even notice her. She wasn't as unique as Elmkit, or as pretty as Orchidkit or as tough and loud as her siblings. She nosed her way through the prey pile and chose a small morsel of a baby vole to eat. After gulping down the morsel, she returned to her quiet spot under the bulrushes and watched the other kits play.
