Foxkit sprinted out of the nursery, her brothers flanking her on either side. She could hear her mother call behind her, "Stay together!" But she and her brothers weren't really paying attention.
Outside the nursery, the camp was so different. The den she had spent her life in was usually quiet, with the exception of Brackenkit or Tallkit, and the scent of milk always hung in the air. She had watched some queens and their kits come and some go, but there was not too much connection with the warriors. Every once in a while a warrior came to bring the queens food. Usually the apprentices were the ones to do that, though. Out here, much bigger cats were eating prey, sunning themselves on some rocks, and talking, while a small group of apprentices played mossball.
The kits stood in front of the nursery, scanning the clearing. To the right was a den made of stone. It was like the nursery, but a lot bigger, so Foxkit guessed it was the warriors' den. Stones were pushed together, and moss covered most of the cracks. Over on the other side of the warriors' den was a den made with stones leaning on a log. Scents of herbs wafted out of it, and a gray tom limped into it. Something was stuck in his paw, likely a thorn. On its other side was the apprentice den, made of stone. Only a little bit smaller than the warriors' den it was. To the left of the nursery was the Elders' den, a big hollowed out log. Then, the ground sloped up, and on top of the flat hill was another stone den, leaning against a tree. A moss curtain hung over the entrance. Next to it, was a tall pile of rocks that didn't seem to make any sort of den, just stood there. All of these dens were formed into a circle all around the clearing, centering the fresh kill pile.
     Foxkit saw her brothers tumble over each other, beginning to play-fight. Brackenkit had pinned Blizzardkit. Foxkit giggled and rushed at Brackenkit, bowling him off of Blizzardkit.
     Brackenkit skidded to the side and then quickly got up. "You call that fighting?" His tortoiseshell coat was flashing around her, making a blur of red, white, and brown. But she could see his determined amber eyes clearly.
     "If I knocked you down, then yes!" She shot back.
     A young tom's voice chuckled behind her. "That's not exactly how it works."
     Foxkit whipped around. A warrior resembling Brackenkit stood before her. He had white, brown, and red dapples. "Hello, Foxkit," he smiled.
     "Mudheart!" Blizzardkit ran toward him. "Hey, Blizzardkit!" Mudheart looked down at him. "So you opened your eyes!"
     "Yep!" Blizzardkit cheered. "So we can finally go outside!"
     "Well," Mudheart warned, "just make sure you stay out of the way."
     Blizzardkit nodded. I guess that's father, Foxkit thought. I remembered that voice from somewhere.
Brackenkit and Blizzardkit sat by each other. Brackenkit looked just like Mudheart, and Blizzardkit was a perfect picture of Whitefeather, from his sea-blue eyes and white pelt down to the tiny brown freckles on his paws. Foxkit was sort of a mixture of both. She was mostly red, with white paws and amber eyes. She had an unusually bushy red tail. She was almost like a fox, the only things she lacked were pointier ears and a white tail tip.
"So will you get to mentor us?" Foxkit chimed in.
"He can't be mentor to all three of us, mouse-brain!" Brackenkit teased. Foxkit glared at him before turning her attention back to the warrior.
"I probably won't mentor any of you when you are apprenticed," Mudheart answered. "It's not often when a father or mother mentor their own kits."
Foxkit sighed. Her brothers began playing again while Mudheart walked away to pick up a freshly-killed magpie. She turned toward her brothers, but out of the corner of her eye she spotted a gray pelt padding out of the medicine cat den.
The gray warrior had left, but now a new, smaller cat was slowly making its way to the entrance. Foxkit didn't know who it was until the cat sneezed. It was Willowkit. A claw cuffed Foxkit's ear and she whirled around. "Hey! Why'd you-" she cut off when she saw her white furred brother rolling away from Brackenkit's clutches, right into the path of a huge warrior. The brown tom with black patches on his coat scowled. "You kits need to watch where you're playing!" He snorted and then continued on his way with his tail flicking. Foxkit turned back and ran to Willowkit.
The pure white she-kit was laughing when Foxkit got over. She had seen her brothers, too. "First rule of being outside: Upsetting Deadwhisker never ends well!" She laughed again.
Foxkit rolled her eyes. "It wasn't me anyways!" But she laughed with her.
"Wasn't who?" Rosekit's voice echoed behind her. A creamy white she cat with orange tabby stripes bounded awkwardly over. "Oh, and mother told me to come with you," she said to Willowkit. She dragged her back leg along with her.
     Willowkit groaned. "Well now it's never going to be believable!"
      "What?" Rosekit asked.
     "I wanted to go back to the medicine cat den again...so I was going to say my throats bothered me again," Willowkit explained.
     "She probably would've believed you, too," Foxkit said.
      Willowkit nodded. "I know...Well anyways, now I don't have an excuse!"
     Foxkit shrugged. "Do we really need one? Let's just go." She started to walk toward the medicine den, with the older kits hesitantly following.
"Honestly," Rosekit started to whisper, "it's just a big den like any other. It's not that great."
Willowkit sneezed. "That's the biggest load of mouse-dung I've ever heard!"
     Once they had reached the inside, they were immediately greeted by Grasstail, the medicine cat. "Do any of you need help?" She rushed over from the back to the three kits.
     Willowkit opened her mouth to speak but stayed silent.
"Well?" Grasstail repeated impatiently.
"Um..." Foxkit said. She looked at Rosekit and Willowkit, but they seemed scared to say anything. "Oh..." she faked a groan. "My stomach's been absolutely killing me!" Her friend's faces quickly contorted. They were surprised.
     The black medicine cat hesitated for a moment, but then nodded. "If all you wanted to do was look, I would've let you. As long as your mothers know you're here." She whispered to Foxkit and then circled around her moss bed to take a nap. "You're not a very good liar, Foxkit. Let me know if you need any help." Then she narrowed her eyes. "I'm looking at you, Willowkit, Rosekit."
Willowkit and Rosekit were sort of a defective litter. Willowkit has always had a sneeze that never seems to go away, and she has unusual lilac colored eyes in addition to her white coat and pink nose. Rosekit was born with a back leg that she can't move or feel. But they're the closest thing to sisters Foxkit had.
     The kits looked around the den, amazed. The den was almost larger on the inside than it was on the outside. Ragged pieces of the rock jutted out from the walls, some big enough to form shelves for the herbs. Claw marks showed on the side. Willowkit scrambled over to that wall. "I know what these are!" She whispered to the others. "There's one claw mark for every medicine cat!" Then she pointed to the last one. "That means this one's Grasstail's!"
     "I didn't know how old our Clan was!" Rosekit exclaimed. There were a large number of  scratches lined in a crooked row. This was a tradition only BrightClan practiced.
     "Me neither..." Foxkit mumbled.
     Rosekit had already turned her attention to the pile of mint leaves behind a big rock that had yet to be counted. Willowkit eventually joined her, gushing at all the thoughts that StarClan shared with medicine cats. "Do you...think I'll have to be a medicine cat?" Rosekit whispered. "I can't be a warrior, not ever..."
Willowkit tried to comfort her sister. "I'm sure everything will work out Though I wouldn't mind being in your position myself..."
Foxkit stayed where she was. It was like gravity had anchored her in that spot, because for some reason, she couldn't pull herself away from the wall of scratches.