They were a little late, yes, but perhaps it wasn't too late to join. At least, that is what she told young Sleepykit when she had noticed the little kit staring out the nursery's entrance, seemingly interested. Nightshiver had to admit, when she briefly introduced this as what must be a sort of game, Sleepykit's response was a little... Concerning, in some ways, stating that she didn't play. Or at least, that her first game would be held with Dawnstar and not someone else. Even so, the practice side of things still clearly interested Sleepykit and in an attempt to encourage her to participate, Nightshiver suggested they go together -- something that seemed to put the white flecked kitten a little more at ease with leaving the nursery without her mama or grandmama's permission; there wasn't much else Nightshiver could do about that. As the pair left the den, Sleepykit at Nightshiver's heels, the forever queen offered Hawkbite a soft smile as he finished explaining - holding back a little giggle at the cute side of sweet Bleedingkit at his paws - before leaning down to whisper to the kit at her side:
"Go and... hi..hide."
Sleepykit gave a subtle nod, remaining still only momentarily before she ushered off, slowly picking up a little pace. This was practice. She was practicing for when she would become a warrior. Mama and Grandmama were surely good at this - being stealthy - she had to be good at it too. That said, Sleepykit never had participated in this kind of training before (she did not want to call it a game, as her first game is reserved for Miss Grandmama). She wasn't sure where to hide within this stony area. She briefly glanced back at Nightshiver - her kitsitter - who was looking around as well. After several moments of consideration, uncertain of ideal hiding places just yet, she decided to hide among the shadows of a den - not inside, mind you, it was said to be off-limits - but at its side, in the shadows, hoping her mostly dark fur would help her blend in, if she remembered to close her whenever anyone might look her way; after all, they did quite stand out against her dark fur. As for Nightshiver, pale as she was, it was often a little harder to use the shadows as a coat; even so, it was one of the few skills besides hunting the forever queen had manages to properly acquire, stealth. Soft, quiet steps led her to a corner of camp, one where she had slight sight on some of the kits in this event, leaning low beside the stone wall. With slight overcast shadow and holding herself rigid, perhaps she wouldn't be noticed as fast - though she was mainly here to watch and accompany, participating a small game once in a while couldn't hurt.