tomfoolery and shenanigans [temporarily closed!]

[ooc: topic will be opened when the two of them get into the medicine den c;]

Now if anyone were to ask, Beetlekit would claim that it was not her fault. The nursery was warm and dark, her nest delightfully soft, but there were only so many hours a kit could spend cooped up in that comfort before she went a little stir-crazy. She and Roachkit were more or less familiar with the layout of the camp by now. They had shredded every last one of their moss balls, explored every clump of half-frozen reeds that they could get into, and dived into enough snow piles to have earned a ear-cuffing from their mother. Beetlekit was bored at this point, and boredom was a terrible force in the mind of a kit.

Boredom required solutions.

From where she sat half-obscured by the reeds in the nursery's entrance, she watched as a small gray and white tom emerged from beneath the nearby thorn bush. She had yet to fully remember the name of the tom, Little something, but she had smelled him often enough to remember him as the Strange-smelling Cat. The Strange-smelling Cat had a Strange-smelling Den, the entrance of which was beneath that thorn bush. And now that he was out, they would finally get the chance that they had been waiting for.

Keeping a watch out for the keen-eyed clanmates that sometimes lingered too close to the nursery, she nudged her brother with a paw. "He's out!" She whispered. "Let's go."

She had long been curious about the contents of the Strange-smelling Den. Now, at last, was an opportunity to find out.

Beetlekit followed after Roachkit, excitement thrumming in her paws. Before long, they were at the entrance to the Strange-smelling Den. The little she-cat felt a thrill of pride when she realized that no warrior had stopped them. Hah, she thought, they were the sneakiest cats in the entire clan. At her brother's question, her ears perked up. "Bones? Like the bones of cats?" She had no idea why there would be bones in the Strange-smelling Den, but then again, anything was possible. "Only one way to find out." She declared.

Taking a deep breath, she plunged into the yawning darkness beneath the thorn bush. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dim light, but when it did, what opened up before her was a large underground space. The sound of tricking water reached her ears, reflected off the far wall.

"Wow..." She breathed. Here, the odd scents were stronger than ever. She looked around eagerly, anticipating what she would find. What if there really were bones here? Whose bones were they, and why was Little something keeping them?

She wandered deeper into the den, letting her paws carry her. In a shallow nook in the ground, she found a pile of shriveled-up leaves. "What do you think these are?" She asked.