DarkFlower was watching as her kits, Oakkit. Wishkit, and Fallkit, run around the camp play mossball. She softly purred, tail curling over her mitts(paws) neatly.

"Careful, Oakkit!" She called out as the small brown tabby tom tripped over his mitts.

Oakkit: "im alright!" He called back, shuffling back up onto his mitts before sprinting off after his littermates.