"Hi," you meow, stepping cautiously up to Owlkit. "Can I pl-" Owlkit lunges at you before you finish your sentence, play growling, and though you're taken by surprise at the sudden attack, you manage to fight back, purring once you catch your breath. Suddenly, you roll over and collide with the other two and it's absolute chaos. The only thing you can see or hear is fur and giggles as you kick blindly at the other kits, laughing as well. The tangle finally breaks apart, kits panting and giggling breathlessly. "That was- amazing," Peachkit snorts, possibly the most messy looking of all of you with his orange fur spiking out in every direction and completely covered in dirt. Stonepaw opens her mouth, but is interrupted by a yowl. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather for a Clan meeting!"
Mousedung.

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