First time in the camp (open)

The tiny kit timidly poked her head out of the nursery. Her stormy blue eyes gazed around the camp in curiosity as she slowly stepped out. She couldn't hold in her small giggles of excitement as she walked through the camp. She was hardly paying attention to herself as she walked and managed to trip over her own paws falling practically onto her face. She erupted into a fit of giggles on the ground as any other kit would, her mother would definitely be mad that her pelt was getting all dirty.

Barleykit had found himself rising with the dawn patrol for the last several mornings. He would creep from the nest of the queen caring for him and sneak around the camp to watch them prepare and leave. Well, he considered it sneaking, but they always seemed to know he was there and remind him that he wasn't allowed to leave camp. He didn't necessarily want to leave camp, although he wouldn't turn down the opportunity if it presented itself. He just, supposedly, knew better.

After the patrol left the camp he usually wandered to the fresh-kill pile and found himself a piece of a soft prey that he could sneak a few bites from, just to feel grown up. After he stole a snack, he would then return to the nursery to sleep, or try to sleep, until he got too bored and had to awaken his caretaker. Today was like any other day, except that today Barleykit woke to the sound of familiar giggling.

Barleykit lifted his light sandy head and immediately sprang to his feet, ignoring the protests of his littermates as he scrambled over them. He bounded towards the giggling sound while mewling to Juniperkit, "What are you going on the ground, silly?" His own face was lit with a playful beam.