As the grey cat said that I I noticed that my tummy was pitifully empty and I gobbled up the mouse quickly and we started to run swiftly through the forest.

"Oh yeah" said the grey she-cat

"My name is moor who rabbits run on or you can call me moor, what's your name kit?"

"Uh my name is Whitekit..." my mother Speckletail told me never to give my name to a stranger so I made my name Whitekit until I can trust moor and her kits. "

Oh that's a wonderful name you have." said moor

"my kits names are, Amber who's eye color is hers and my adoptive one Fox who lived with grippers, and of course you whitekit who played with Hawks"

"my other ones died like dawn who wakes at the time and bramble who fell in a bramble bush" she said sadly then shakes off

And said

"the den is just this way but first rinse off in this puddle so my kits won't wonder why you have a pile of blood on your back and I'll put some herbs on your hawk cuts on your back"

The water was shallow but it was deep enough for me to rinse off the blood and I could tell the kits were playing in the puddle a while ago because it was a little mucky before I jumped in to rinse off. when I got out moor said "here let me ruffle your fur the other way so you'll feel warmer and dry faster" We walked to the den and entered it.

"Ew who's that?!?" I heard someone hiss.