The dry wad of moss flew towards Foxkit. It hovered to her left in the air before she leaned over and smacked it down with her paws. "Aaaah!" She cried loudly.
     She heard Rosekit giggle from the other end. Brackenkit stared at his laughing denmate. Meanwhile, Blizzardkit was sneaking up behind Foxkit. He jumped over Foxkit and grabbed the mossball before she could pick it up. "Hey!" Foxkit scowled.
     Blizzardkit ran away, laughing. Foxkit and Rosekit pounded after him. Finally, Brackenkit shook himself from his daze.
     "Give it back!" Rosekit yelled after him. "Foxkit! Teach your brother a lesson!"
     "Yeah!" Foxkit called back to her. She leaped onto Blizzardkit and pinned him to the ground.
     Blizzardkit's hazel eyes met hers. "Fine! You win," he receded.
     Foxkit laughed softly. "You got guts, kit." She teased him. "But you're never going to get far if you steal from me!" Blizzardkit snorted.
     Then the ferns rustled across the clearing as some BrightClan warriors stepped in. Foxkit recognized Wetclaw, a gray warrior and Mousepelt's mate. His sister, Mistypool, also stepped beside him. Mudheart and Runningclaw, two strong BrightClan warriors, came in after them. They all wore worried and enraged expressions. "I wonder what they've just seen...." Foxkit thought aloud. As soon as the patrol came in, all the cats in the clearing turned in unison to see Mudheart await an audience with Flamingstar.
     "I wonder what that could be about," Someone finally said. It had been Rosekit. Many other warriors were also nervous. They pestered the returning cats on the patrol to find out what they could.
     Foxkit wandered back into the nursery and silently stared at her paws. Not much went on during the leader's meeting. It was like the whole Clan was holding their breath.