The lost kit

Maple was sitting next to her mother, Dusk, a pale gray she-cat with tabby stripes when Moon came bursting into the cave with Storm, Cloud, River, and Shadow. Each was holding a rabbit in their jaws. "You did well Shadow" Dusk praised her mate. Shadow walked over to me, Moss, and Thunder my littermates "One day I will be the best hunter you've ever seen!" Shouted Thunder. "No, I will!" Moss said and started a mock fight. Maple just sat and wached.

"I'm finally old enough to go and hunt" Moss said. It was true, she was six moons old she was training.