Chasing Butterflies

A small grey and white tabby kit padded out of the nursery. Mosskit was excited to explore the camp, it was still huge and mysterious to her. She sat listening outside the den for a few moments, listening to her Clanmates, too distracted by the birds singing to pay any attention to what they were saying. There was so much for her to learn and she wanted to learn it all to be the best she could be. Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention and she turned to see an orange thing lazily flying by. She had never seen anything like this before! Instinctively she made a pounce for it but missed and tripped over her paws. Deciding to follow it instead she crept along after it with her tail straight up in excitement. Where did it come from? Was it a different kind of fresh kill? What did it taste like? She couldn't wait to badger the next cat she saw with questions.

Stormpaw sat near the nursery, enjoying a quiet moment all by himself. The sun was warm on his back. He almost fell asleep, if not woken up by a chirping bird. He stood up and shook his head, then stretched himself with a yawn. It was all peaceful at the camp right now. The horror of savage rogues seemed only to be a bad dream. A kit was happily chasing a butterfly in the camp, and it was fun to watch her attempting to catch that orange insect. Everything was good, at least for this moment.