It was a cool Leaf-fall day in SkyClan camp. The leaves on the trees surrounding the different dens were crisp shades of red, orange, and brown. As the sun rose up, cats began to trickle out of their dens, trudging towards the fresh-kill pile for a snack before heading out on patrols and hunting parties.
Later in the morning, kits and their mothers came out to enjoy the beautiful weather. This time of season, their were only two queens, Briarshade, a very light tortoishell, and Shiningheart, a dark gray tabby. The two queens strolled out, their kits trailing behind them. Briarshade stopped to lick her kits, Gingerkit and Sandkit, until their fur glistened in the early morning sun. However, her work soon was covered in dust and leaves as the two she-kits tumbled around under the big tree shadowing the nursery.
Near the enterance of the nursery, Shiningheart was still coaxing her shy kit, Brightkit, off of her bed of moss near the den exit. After nudging the small silver tabby persistant