Hanging out in camp

Stormpaw stretched, scratching her ear with her back foot before grooming herself. She surveyed the camp quietly, as if she wanted to keep track of every warrior, kit queen, and apprentice that lived here or where the best sun-bathing places were or what would be the best place to hide if a fox broke in. Determined to do her best and learn all she could, she impatiently kneaded her paws on the ground, waiting for something to do.

Gracestep licked her paw, running it over her ear. "How do you do, my daughter?" she meowed.

"Fine thanks. I'm glad Raincloud's my mentor, she's really nice!" She mewed, raising her tail in delight to see her mother. "Is willowkit and starlingkit the only ones in the nursery now?"

Gracestep nodded, sadness in her eyes. "I have fear for Starlingkit. I don't think he can make it through Leaf-bare." Grief then clouded her eyes.

Stormpaw's eyes widened in shock. "Don't say that! He may be hairless, but he's strong, just like me and Minkpaw!" She whimpered. Calming down, sh sighed and walked over to sit beside her mother. She rested her tail on her shoulder comfortingly. "He'll be fine. I promise, I'll help protect him too whenever I can." But she also had her doughts to what may happen.
Why didn't Stonestar make him an apprentice too? He's our same age. What if...What if he also thinks that Starlingkit won't pull through leafbare? Is this clan losing faith in hope?

"Why else isn't he an apprentice?" Gracestep argued.
"He can't just hate Starlingkit!"

ooc: If i used ital. words, that means I'm thinking T3T not talking out loud.

ic: "Of course he doesn't hate him. Maybe he just thinks he's not strong enough yet. But let's not gossip about Stonestar or go on worrying about Starlingkit. I'm sure everything will turn out good in the end." She purred. "Want to go out an hunt or so? Raincloud is still training me to hunt, and I'm not the best, but maybe while she's busy(offline), we can go and get some. I'll surprise her with my improved skills! Plus, I can't eat anything until I hunt for the clan first."

"Sure." Gracestep meowed, then added. "We can eat the prey. It's not a hunting patrol."

"Oh okay." She mewed, beckoning Gracestep towards the camp entrance.

ooc: I'll make a topic in territory.