"Leafkit.... where are you?" whispers Firekit into the shadows. A gray tabby tom-kit steps out of the shadows and mews "Right here Firekit! Ready to play?" "Of course!" meows the energergetic little cinnaimon and white she-kit. They dissapper into the shaddows with a leap and a laugh as they chase each other through the forest near the camp.
[size=36pt]Who will stop these little kits not knowing that their friendship is wrong? Will this be it for these little ones friendship?[/size]