Silentkit wasn't hungry, but that didn't stop her from biting at a dead vole. She was playing with it, batting at it with her dark paws and tossing it about with her sharp little teeth. She loved the feeling of its skin breaking beneath her teeth, it felt like she was really killing something, as well as allowing her to practice hunting, though to the two moon old kit it was just good fun.
After a few moments tough, Silentkit's perfect little toy lay in half, destroyed by the kit's enthusiastic playing. She sat up, disapointed and immediately bored. Her copper eyes scanned the nursery, wondering what the other kits were up to; she wanted someone, not something, to play with now. She nibbled a piece of vole half-heartedly.