Gingerkit stumbled into the camp's clearing. She sniffed, and caught the faintest scent of Dawnheart. She followed it, and soon found herself in a rather large den. She jumped as she heard pawsteps behind her, but then realized that it as her sister, Firekit. "Where are we?" Firekit asked in a whisper. "I don't know, but I think it's one of the dens that isn't the nursery. Anyways, I followed Dawnheart's scent here." Gingerkit answered, puffing out her chest in pride.
OOC: It's night, cats are sleeping, but the kits are making enough racket for an elder in the way back of the den to hear :P