Chapter 1
Oceankit blinked in the moonlight as a paw prodded his side, waking him up from his nap. "Hey!" he mewed loudly, "I was having a brilliant dream about a mouse and…"
"Ssh, you're going to wake them up," whispered his eldest sister, Daykit, whilst pointing at their mother and Rowanfall, who was heavily pregnant with Brokenheart's kits, "We're going exploring remember!"
"We should exit through the dirt place and swim across the stream." mewed Nightkit as she padded out of the nursery and into the camp.
"No, we should just go out the entrance," Daykit countered heading towards the camp's entrance, which was a tunnel of thorns leading to the main forest over a natural bridge, "it's easier that way."
"But what about Ashcloud? She's on duty tonight." Nightkit argued.
Oceankit sighed, his sisters were always fighting for some reason or another, sometimes they would even argue about arguing! Why can't they just get along? "Nightkit's right, we should go through the dirtplace, it'll disguise our scent and no one will even know we're gone." he reasoned.
"Fine," she growled, "but i'm not going to like it!"
"Let's go quick, before someone wakes up and finds us sneaking out." Nightkit whispered frantically urging her siblings out of the camp and into the stream.
As Oceankit waded across the small stream and into the opposite bank. He crept under a bush after Nightkit and peered out into the woods in awe. The trees were huge, spreading their branches like a mighty eagle spreads its wings. Curling fronds of bracken created miniature arch ways as mice and voles scurried along underneath, unaware or unconcerned by the kits presence in their nightly races. Bugs crawled over strips of bark and under stones or logs as the kits watched in awe of this new world. As one, the kits bounded off into the darkness.