A simple day at the camp.

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    Windsong, a grey she-cat with yellow eyes was sitting in the center of the camp. She was quite bored. What would happen in this day anyway? She already hunted so much, thanks, but no hunting for her today. She just lazed away. What she could do? Nothing. When cats need her, they come to her anyway. Right now, she just lazes. And sees, whatever might happen.

    Windsong looked at the little eager kit. "Oh hello there... Smokekit... Right?" she said with a sleepy demeanor. "You sure the queen will let you... I mean your mother?" she asked the little kit. "Otherwise, I would gladly take you hunting..." she said, waiting for an answer.

    "Well I dont know I'll go ask her!" He ran away to the nursury. "Mom can I go hunting with Windsong?" he called, then raced back to Windsong. "She said I'm to little. Do you think I'm little?"

    "Maybe... But you better listen what your mother said. Otherwise she could get angry both at you and me." Windsong lazily replied. The kit was a teeny-tiny one. But Windsong didn't want to offend the eager kit, so she didn't say anything. "You can stay and talk instead. Or pounce at the bugs near at the nursery." she suggested.