"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Littlekit mewled, her voice filled with doubt. Flamekit nodded his head vigorously, taking it out of the entrance to a rabbit hole to answer his Clanmate.
"Of course! What's a fat old rabbit gonna do, if we find one?" he meowed, rolling his eyes. Littlecreek edged closer to the hole. She sniffed it in disdain.
"It smells of droppings."
Flamekit slapped his tail against Littlekit's mouth, unable to answer with his head back in the hole.
Suddenly a rabbit hopped out, the two kits running all the way back to camp, yowling.