Fernkit folded her paws over each other in boredom.
"Birghtstorm, I'm bored!" she wailed.
"Then go play outside." She sighed.
"Whatever." She groaned. That was what Brightstorm always said.
She sat flicking a fallen leaf angrily for a bit before she sat up slowly. Her yellow eyes gleamed as an idea emerged. She never said where outside.
The mischievous kit carefully scanned the clearing. No-one was watching. Very slowly, she began to creep towards the entrance. When no-one stirred she dashed out through the secret entrance she had discovered.
It was a warm green-leaf day. The trees were covered in thick glossy leaves and dappled sunlight fell on her pelt. I bet I could catch one of those noisy birds! She thought as she heard them singing. Fernkit bounded through the undergrowth, every now and again she saw a bird or a mouse but the prey always escaped as she got near.
"This is useless!" she wailed and began to pad back to camp.
The brambly barrier was in sight now. She was about to walk into the view of Eaglewing, the guard, when a rancid smell flooded her. All the sunlight and warmth seemed to fade away as she very slowly turned round. She was staring right into the murky yellow eyes of a fox. Fernkit did the logical thing; she screamed.
She screamed as louder than she ever had before. She saw Eaglewing's head jerk round, nose screwed up as she caught the scent, but it was too late. The fox snatched her up in its large, drooling jaws. She wailed and wailed but it was no use. Fernkit saw her home behind her one last time before the fox took her too far. She was never going home.