Walking through the camp's entrance, Silverscreech had spent the morning quietly hunting by herself. While her best friend Briarfrost watched Zinniakit in her absence, the silver-white striped she-cat had been needing an outing to herself. With every outing she had a chance to clear her mind and stress from her inner turmoil. Adjusting into the clan wasn't that difficult for Silverscreech, but dealing with the looks from her kits was more uncomfortable then the looks from her other clanmates.
Glancing at the fresh-kill pile, Silverscreech was happy she had decided to hunt since the prey was running low. Carrying a vole and frog in her jaws, she walked over and dropped them in the pile before turning for the nursery. As if on cue, a small orange fluffy she-kit bounded out of the den in excitement to her mother's return. “MAMA! I'm glad you're back. Will you play with me? Pleeease????” Her yellow-green eyes only got bigger as she pleaded.
Silverscreech grinned at Zinniakit. “Ok. But no biting this time. Because I will bite back.” She warned teasingly. Lowering her upper torso towards the ground, Silverscreech gently batted at Zinniakit’s ear, cuffing it with claws sheathed. The small ball of ginger fluff rolled out of her mom's way as her paw pulled back and leapt on Silverscreech’s side. Scrambling to attempt climbing onto her shoulders, the kit laughed happily at getting a chance to finally be able to play with her mom.