"Ha! Got you!" Diamondkit squealed as she pounced on her friend, Firekit's tail.

"Hey! No fair!" Firekit pouted as he struggled to shake Diamondkit off of his tail.

Grayheart gently picked up Diamondkit. "Don't play too rough, Diamondkit."

"Hey! Put me down!" Diamondkit yelped.

Firekit couldn't help but giggle at the sight of this, which only made Diamondkit more mad.

"You'll be made apprentices in a couple of moons." Ostrichmoon added. "You'll need to learn how to control yourself."

"Fine!" Diamondkit huffed as Grayheart set her down on the floor.

Meanwhile, Applekit, Swiftkit, and Forestkit we're all playing mossball together.

"Why don't you go play with the others?" Ostrichmoon suggested.

Firekit nodded, and Diamondkit followed behind him. As if on command, the mossball rolled toward the two kits.

The mossball had a tangy, sour smell to it, as if it had been rolled in the mud and stayed there in the blazing hot sun for a quarter moon.

Diamondkit sniffed around. She could also smell the comforting smell of the pine trees, and the tasty smell of the prey pile, which was a few fox-lengths away.

Firekit kicked the mossball into the pile of other kits, who instantly squealed happily as they all tried to get their tiny jaws around it.

Firekit jumped in as well, and Diamondkit eventually did after a few minutes of her initial hesitation.

Eventually, Firekit was shoved to the bottom of the pile. He had been stepped on a few times, making him yelp in pain.

Among the squeals of all of the kits, and their unique smells, Diamondkit had smelled something different. Something she had never smelled before.

The scent was tangy, somewhat similar to the mossball, but also carried slightly comforting scents of milk.

She was about to leap out of the pile to see if she could get a look at what was happening, but before she could, two figures were already in the camp's entrance, and Grayheart and Ostrichmoon were already herding them back into the nursery.