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Wildkit paused at the edge of the nursery, looking back at the other kits. The cream colored she-cat slipped out on silent paws and stalked across camp. She glanced around herself when she reached the edge, standing next to a small crack. She reached in with a tiny paw and when she pulled it back out, a bug with hundreds of legs and a long, weaving body slithered out and bolted across the camp. Wildkit laughed loudly, bounding after the bug, her eyes a wild fire of excitement as she pursued her prey.
"A buggggg!" Quillkit came scampering over from where he had been hidden in the shade of an oak tree, doing his own beetle research. He had always had a special affinity for beetles, but Wildkit's bug looked super cool. The small, fluffy brown tom came to a stop a bit to the right of the she-kit. "What kinda big is he? He's got too many feet!"
"I call them hundred-feets," Wildkit replied. She tapped the bug lightly and it shot off quickly, causing her to squeal and jump back. When the bug stopped again a foot away, she crouched low and followed after it again, her ears tilted forward, her pupils widening to make her entire eyes nearly black.
Quillkit trailed after her, watching her hunt with eager anticipation. "You're a real good prowler. You move just like a warrior," he told her in a hushed whisper. "I'm Quillkit, by the way. I'm more of a beetle guy, myself. But the hundred-feets are cool."
Wildkit sat up, forgetting about the bug for a moment as she purred at the other kit's praise. "My name is Wildkit," she said proudly. "What is a beetle?" She asked him, one ear turning toward him, though the other was listening to the quiet skitter of the centipede's feet across the dry ground.
