Silverkit
Silverkit looked around the Thunderclan Nursery. It was warm and cozy, filled with the smell of milk, and small little bodies wriggling to get comfortable. She had enough! She wanted to get out of the nursery, finally get out and look around. She sneaked away from her family, and crept around all the other sleeping cats. She lifted her head keeping her ears pricked, and straining to catch sounds. Her long fur dragged on the ground, but she couldn't tell how loud of a noise she was making, she only hoped it wasn't too loud. She kept her small, silver figure close to the ground as if she was stalking prey, but her blue eyes were searching, making sure nobody awoke. She had almost made it to the entrance when, "Ooph!" she tripped over a stick she had not seen, as it blended into the moss perfectly. Her face in the dirt, she lay perfectly still hoping nobody would see her there.