[occultation]

Slatestripe’s whiskers twitched as he looked at the shallow water. Even considering how small he was, the water around the camp would only reach a little up his legs. But for a small kit like this, the water would easily be up close to her muzzle.

Although leaf-fall was approaching, there was still the threat of greenleaf storms. Those storms could swell the waters around RiverClan’s camp and sweep away unsuspecting kits who didn’t know how to swim. “How old are you, little one?” he questioned.

( @Wingnettle )