Ravenpaw padded up to it. "Who's this?" Ravenpaw asked, sniffing lightly at the kit. "I don't recognize the scent." He meowed, looking at the kit, puzzled.
Lizardstrike looked at Blackpaw and Ravenpaw. "Whitefoot and I were hunting when the kit bumped into me. We brought her back, she's only two days old."
"Oh my! Your such a young kit! You shouldn't be traveling out alone at such an age," Blackpaw meowed. She realized how much she just sounded like a queen.