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"Bird, Blaze, Hazel, Sting, and Lightning!" Several kits mocked. "Fly away little bird!" "Wash away little blaze!" "Im gonna uproot you tiny hazel!" "Sting? No, POKE!" "Lightning! What a weird name!" The seven kits continue. The five kits with the names that were being mocked stood in the corner. Suddenly, a yellow one bolted out extremely fast, and circled the seven kits, just to get their attention. They all flurried around, and one managed to pin the slick yellow tom-kit. "Pfft. Lightning? More like snail." She spat in the yellow tom's face. The blue shekit pushed Lightning away with a sneer. They all kept cowering, before one's claws digging in the ground. "You little bullies, You realize you guys are smaller than us?" She shouted at the seven flinching kits. "No, We're ten times bigger. Don't make us kill you!" A kit snarled in reply.
"Hey, your pretty." One of the toms had an attractive, slick shekit under his grip. She struggled until flipping over and having him pinned. "Mouse-brain! I'd never let you succeed against me!" The brown shekit spat in his face. He kicks her off, knocking her into the nursery brambles. "Now, Let's uproot you little pretty Hazel." He meows with an obnoxious smile. Hazel, as the kits had called her, quickly and without doubt rolled back to her friends with a couple rough breaths. One of the toms who was with the five cats stood next to her and, as a sign of friendship, comforted her.
The five kits had enough. They lead each other out of the nursery without a word. "Should we bring prey?" A grey shekit asks quietly before they walk out of the dew-covered exit. The small kits nod, taking a rather large piece of delectable prey before continuing.