Brownkit is bored.

The dark brown short furred tom burst out of the nursery squealing like a giant monster was going through the ever so wet Shadowclan camp, he pelted around kicking up brown-beige dirt as he skid on sharp turns as he went too fast, the young brown tom accidently ran past his destination, which, happened to be the warriors den where all the large masses of fur slept peacefully without a single worry. Or so they thought he quickly turned again his tail flying loosely as he ran ever so quickly into the den"Attack!" he squealed as he leapt the tom seemed like he was flying one moment then, crashing to his death the next, that was, onto a sleeping mass.

As soon as the little bundle of fur landed on top of her, Gingerheart was wide awake, jumping up to her feet and knocking little Brownkit off of her as fast as he had gotten onto her. Her head thrashed about for a second as she looked for the danger-- if there was any, but she soon looked down to see Brownkit in the warrior's den. Oh for Starclan's sake, what was a kit doing in here? Instantly, she relaxed and sat down again, looking down at the little kit with a heavy sigh. "Why hello there. What are you doing in here?" she asked lightly, yet there was an obvious sternness in her voice.

The small kit fell onto his under side as the warrior shot up so suddenly, 'Oof!' he giggled trying to pause his laughter, but, it was futile he couldn't hold it back. He left out a enormous laugh, only drawing breath in that turned into a snort. "Hiya, Gingurheart! I was uh, wondering if anyone wanted to play! I mean, the other kits probably don't want to since they are sooo lazy!" he said as adorable as he could get it, extending his o's he ignored the stern strictness in the ginger's voice as she spoke, after all, what are kit's for?! he stuck his pink tongue out as he continued laughing, saliva starting to plaster his cream colored maw, his large blue eyes staring straight into the warriors daringly.

Gingerheart just looked down at kit for a moment before giving off yet another heavy sigh before she grumbled to herself. She wasn't exactly fond of kits. She never really had that motherly instinct. Of course, she'd still do anything for her little babies but dealing with kits.. Yeah. She was back in the warrior's den already for a reason. She didn't want to deal with the babies anymore. She wanted to get back to warrior duties, and entertaining a kit was not what she signed up for. "Well, how about one of the apprentices? I'm sure they'll love to keep you company and play! Besides, they can teach you what they've learned so far! I'm sure Thrushpaw would love to tell you what's he's done so far!" she tried to say in a persuading voice. She really just wanted to get back to sleep. Besides, Thrushpaw was exactly like his father. He'd be into that kind of thing. Much more than Gingerheart would be.