Caring Hearts Kit Cave (OPEN!)

"You could stay here with me and help mw take care of your friends" Basilwhisker tokd Owlkit.

"That sounds cool!" Mothkit purred, her tail waving. "I've never been to the mountains! What are they like?"

Owlkit nodded, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. "That sounds like fun!" He purred.

(Matija Yeah, that's fine :3)

Vixenkit looked up at the sound of her name, her eyes narrowing. "Who are you?" She demanded, bristling.

"Well," Tawnyfur said, "The mountains are very pretty. They're like hills, but a lot, lot, LOT taller, and made out of rocks. At the tops, it's really cold, and there's a lot of snow. The air is quite thin at the tops, too, so it's a bit hard to breathe, but my Clan never really goes up that high. Sometimes, you see Twolegs with these weird creatures called goats. They're the same size as foxes, but look and act like sheep. You can't hunt them, but the Twolegs don't generally disturb us."

"I love all sorts of games what is your favoritem" Basilwhisker purred happily.

"How about mossball?" Owlkit suggested. He swiftly turned to the wall behind him, unsheathed his claws, and scrabbled off enough moss to form a loose ball. "How's this?" He asked, turning back around and nudging the ball toward Basilwhisker.

"That sounds like the perfect kind of cat," Mothkit purred, her eyes glowing. "Your clan sounds like so much fun! What kind of prey do you have there?" The question was a rather inconsequential one, but Mothkit was curious, and the growling of her own stomach had brought it to her mind. "I bet you can catch anything!"

"Well, we generally hunt squirrels, rabbits, voles, mice, and other land prey," Tawnyfur mewed, "But we sometimes hunt birds, and we sometimes fish, too." She continued. "But, we don't really hunt frogs, rats, or bugs, or any of that sort of thing."

"Sure!" Tawnyfur purred. "Do you know how to do a hunting crouch?"

Basilwhisker purred and jumped to catch it. He fling the ball back towards Owlkit.

"Try putting your paws farther apart, like this." Tawnyfur mewed, demonstrating. "That's a good first try, though!"

Mothkit blinked down at her paws, then shuffled them outward a few inches so they sat below her shoulders. "Wow!" She purred, lifting her head to train sparkling eyes on Tawnyfur. "That really works!" She could already feel the increased steadiness in her form. "Thank you!"

Owlkit hopped for the mossball, flapping his wings a few times to catapult himself into the air and reach the ball. "Wow, that's really nice of Phoenixclan," he purred, gathering himself briefly as he touched down on the ground again before tossing the ball back to Basilwhisker. "That's kind of like what happened to me, except it was this cave instead that took me in."

"Well I'm glad the cave found you. Otherwise I probably would never have met you." Basilwhisker purred.

Owlkit grinned, warmed by the praise. "I'm pretty glad the cave found me, too," he joked. "And I'm glad your clan found you all those moons ago! Do you know any other rescued kits? Ones who are now warriors, I mean," he added after a moment.

"That's partially right." Tawnyfur said. "You have to make your pawsteps super-light, and try to avoid stepping on dry leaves, or twigs. Once you're about this close," Tawnyfur said, gesturing to a certain spot with her tail, "You can pounce."

Owlkit nodded. "Cool," he purred. He blinked at the discarded mossball, which he had momentarily forgotten all about, a few steps from his paws, and he scooped it up again. "Do you know a lot of winged kits?" He asked curiously as he tossed it back to Basilwhisker. "The only ones I've ever really met are the other kits here."

Mothkit nodded, not replying verbally in order to avoid alerting the 'prey' in front of her. She lifted her paws one by one, carefully setting them down in front of her so they made little sound. It was slow going at first, and her movements were still, but soon enough, the pale brown she-kit fell into the rhythm of the movement and glided along with relative—if extremely careful—ease. When she reached the spot Tawnyfur had indicated, she paused, dropping lower into a crouch before excitedly springing for the rock—and missing it. Though she recovered quickly and trapped it under her paws, her ears burned with embarrassment.

Charkit beamed at Nagisa's praise, the itch of his loss—for once—sweeping from his mind. "Hmm..." He murmured as he paced in a small circle, thinking. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "Can you teach me a battle move?" He pleaded.