(One moon old kits can't speak btw. I'm just going to have her talk as if convincing herself)
Sandwhisker
Sandwhisker sighed warily. "I don't want the housefolk to take you. They're nice people, but once you finish suckling, they take you away to live somewhere else. You've finished suckling only today, you'll stay in MistClan. They'll treat you well. They wouldn't dare hurt a kit, and Mistystar will look after you," she mumbled. Sandwhisker grabbed Tigerkit by the scruff so she wouldn't trip over any of the various twigs or small lumps of snow. Sandwhisker had rolled in mud earlier to disguise her scent and fur markings. Sandwhisker took a deep, nervous, breath around the fur of Tigerkit and approached the camp.
(Anybody wanting to be the guard to camp?)





