Surprised at the sudden overwhelming flow of cats appearing in the clearing, the small kit scrunched up her already mushed in face even more. Flicking her tail with a slight annoyance as her sister spoke for her (sure she was the youngest, but she could talk!), she listened to the other cats drone on about their life. Bore, bore, snore, snore; when were they going to do the fun stuff? Poking her brother playfully with a pink paw, the kit whispered. "This is boooooooring," She started, drawing out her words to put extra emphasis on her point. "Let's do something fuuuuunnnn." Typical kit, whiney and mischeivious. Maybe not mischevious yet....