"Of course!" Mistpaw mewed to her mentor, setting her small, clever paws to work on the kits. First, she picked up star, and checked her over. "Hello! I am Mistpaw. And you are?" She mewed kindly to the small, long-legged she kit.
Holly strutted across camp, already acting as if she owned the place. If these cats were going to stare, they might as well look see her as she is: a confident, she-cat. To the other clan cats, it looked quite funny, to see such a tiny she-kit, who was also a loner, already walking across camp as if she was the most experienced senior warrior.(Sorry WB : P I won't make Hollykit a brat, she just has her moments)
Oak padded into the medicine cat den, settling down next to Mystic. "How are you feeling? What do you think about all this... clan stuff?" He asked his sister. He was now used to his crooked jaw, but he could tell that Mistpaw was staring at it, and it took all his strength to not turn around and snap at her.
Hawkpaw purred as well, chasing after Flickerpaw. Suddenly, he came to a screeching halt. "Wait... I think I smell fox coming from the bushes behind the oak tree?" He mewed to his friend. He held up his tail, which was already bushed up to the size of a brown tree trunk. "Should we go back to camp and tell Sunstar what we saw, or check it out ourselves?" He asked. He really wanted to go down the den, but he knew it wouldn't be helpful, but still...


















