Tenderkit wrinkled his nose in distaste at the mere thought of wanting to be inside of the camp all the time. “Why in Starclan’s name would she want that? It’s so amazing out here!” He exclaimed, tilting his head back to look up at the tall trees. As he gazed around, the kit noticed a small opening in the undergrowth a little ways away. Quickly, he bounded over to it and stuck his nose in. “Hey! There is a path here! Let’s follow it and see where it goes.”

"Hey wait for me! I'm not letting you catch all the prey first." Tenderkit exclaimed as he wiggled through the opening himself and followed Ravenskit. "I am going to bring back the juiciest mouse and my siblings are gonna be so jealous!" he boasted as they entered what seemed to be a small clearing with a stump on the far side and a long lying next to it with moss grown over the bark. Tenderkit straightened up and gazed around with a wide smile. A faint scent hit his nose and he took a deep breath. Mouse! His favorite!

"That would be amazing! We would surely impress our mentors if we did that." Tenderkit pointed out, slipping into a unstable hunter crouch. He moved forward as he followed the scent he caught earlier. His ears pricked forward as he tried to hear the prey.

As he slowly stalked forward, the object of his attention skittered into view. The small brown mouse stopped for a second as it nibbled on the tiny nut it held. Tenderkit froze as he caught sight of it and his heart pounded. This was it. Now or never. He held his breath and tensed his muscles before leaping at the mouse, his paws coming down right where it had sat. A smile grew across his face and he looked down at his paws, moving them slightly to take a look at his prize. Quickly the smile faded away and disappointment took it’s place. “Mousedung! I thought I had it!” He cursed, turning back to Ravenskit and trotting over to the other kit, a dejected look upon his face.

Tenderkit lifted his head and gave him a small smile. “Really? That makes me feel better.” He sighed, puffing up his chest. It made him glad that he was not the first one to have trouble catching a mouse. “Well it’s your turn. Let’s see if you have better luck than me at catching that bird you were boasting about.” He said playfully.

The long-haired grey kit crouched down as well, resting on the ground. Tenderkit’s amber eyes were trained on Ravenskit as he watched the other kit. He was determined to not a miss anything in case Ravenskit actually caught something. One bird would eventually land on the ground to search for something to eat.

Tenderkit was unable to hold back his giggles as Ravenskit pounced, stealing a few feathers from the frightened bird. Quickly the kit bounded over to his new friend. “You were so close!” He exclaimed, his voice still filled with laughter and a big smile covering his face. Tenderkit peered down at the feathers Ravenskit had managed to trap in his paws. “Look! You got souvenirs to take back to camp! You’ll be the coolest kit in the nursery.”

Tenderkit let out a giggle and shrugged his shoulders. “I can just take the feather that you don’t want! Maybe I will wear it behind my ear. Do you think that would look cool?” He rambled on, thinking about all the things he could possibly do with a feather. The long-haired kit also tried to think of what they should do next.

Tenderkit puffed up his chest in pride, tilting his head to show off the feather. Nothing could wipe the blinding grin off of his face. “This is so awesome! My siblings are gonna be so jealous! We are gonna be legends!” he boasted, bouncing to his paws in excitement. He was eager to show his new feather to anyone who would look. “Where should we go now? What should we do?”