Moonkit and Swirlkit were the prey. But Moonkit didn't mind, she was just happy to be included.
"This way," Swirlkit mewed, beckoning towards the dirtplace exit with her tail.
Moonkit gave a silent nod, and pattered towards the tunnel, it's thorny green-and-brown sides enveloping her in shadow as she got near. Swirlkit followed, and crouched down, ready to run if the toms came.
"Moonkit," Swirlit started, as they waited, "D-do you ever get lonely? Because I know my brothers are horrible to you."
Moonkit nodded, "Sometimes, but most of the time I just ignore it, I'm used to it."
"Well sorry," Swirkit mewed, "If I ever say anything, or worse yet, don't say anything."
Moonkit nodded, accepting the leggy she-cat's apology, peeking out from the tunnel, she noticed a blue-gray shadow come swiftly closer, and closer.
"Swirlkit," she hissed, "Stormkit is coming this way."
Swirlkit nodded, and quickly shot out of the tunnel, Moonkit hard on her paws and into the clearing where she ran right into Pinefang, one of the Clan's most senior warriors. His red-brown fur was fluffed up, and Moonkit could tell that he'd just woken up.
"Watch where your going!" he exclaimed.
"Sorry," Moonkit mewed softly, taking a step back.
Pinefang only nodded, continuing on to meet Deerstar at the entrance to her den, rumors were swirling that when Birdclaw, the current deputy, died, Pinefang would become deputy. Moonkit didn't know what to think about that, on one side Pinefang was Swirlkit, Stormkit, and Stonekit's father, but on the other hand, he could be grumpy to the kits.
As she continued thinking, Stormkit pounced, landing on her back, "Gotcha," he mewed, a triumphant gleam in his eyes.