Lionkit happily bounces into the middle of the clearing. "Where do you want to go first?" He mews to Sweetkit. Sweetkit thinks briskly and points with her tail to a great bush of ferns that seem to have a small entrance.

A young, handsome white tom suddenly pops his head out and glides out quietly and goes to a pile full of furs and feathers of animals she couldn't reconize.

He pads over to the great bush,"this is the apprentice den, and the white tom that came out of it was Frostpaw,"mutters Lionkit as he shivers," Frostpaw and his brother Nightpaw are quite mysterious." Sweetkit glances at Frostpaw again and thinks,' he definitely seems mysterious and something else I can't quite put my tongue on.'

Lionkit glances at Sweetkit staring at the white tom and glares at her, "come on I'll show you the warrior den," he mutters. They pad quickly over to a great bramble thicket and a dark red tom with black stripes with white paws leaps out and glares at the kits, zoning in on Sweetkit.

"And what do you think you are doing," sneers the tom, his eyes never leaving Sweetkit. "Bloodwing I was just showing Sweetkit around," glares Lionkit, "she has just opened her eyes."
Bloodwing glanced at the fierce golden kit, taken aback he replies icily," little kits shouldn't be bouncing around disturbing the warriors or they will get hurt."

"Bloodwing! I need you to organize a hunting patrol," yowls an impatient Wildstar. Flattening his ears, Bloodwing stalks off mumbling. Lionkit lets out a sigh of relief," that was so close. I thought we were crowfood for sure," he breathes. "Why was he so angry with us?" Mews Sweetkit. "Oh he just gets stressed out over deputy duties and other warrior stuff, makes him grumpy," grumbles Lionkit.

Before Sweetkit can reply Wildstar yowls," Let all cats old enough to stalk their own prey gather under the highledge for a clan meeting!" Lionkit looking crestfallen mews," we'll get back to the tour after the meeting.."