A bit bad of mischief! (Open)

Minnowkit sniffed at the reeds. She was about to go inside the nursery, but she was just so curious. Minnowkit glanced around before shouldering her way through. She gasped. Before her, the river wound its way through the forest. It rushed clear and true, a silver tail parting the land. Minnowkit stared in awe, worries and fears swept away in that cool current. She dipped a paw in, amazed at the fish sliding through it.

"It's beautiful," She sighed in delight. Minnowkit walked up the bank, careful to not stray to far from camp. She sat near the river, enticed by its beauty and grace. She looked up as an odd, musky scent hit her nose. She jumped back as she saw a flash of red fur. Fox! She thought. Minnowkit had heard nursery stories about the scarlet kit-stealers. She turned, fleeing up the path. Minnowkit scrambled for the reeds. She had to get away!