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Shrikekit ran about the camp, yelling to motivating things to herself. "Faster, I'm gonna be the fast cat Windclan has ever seen~" she squealed as she rushed past the nursery. Not long after, she tripped and slid across the camp ground. "Oww!" the young kit whined, shaking out her fur to rid it of the dust. "Hmmph. What to do now?"

Heatherpaw purred in amusement, walking over to Shrikekit. "Careful there," he mewed, helping the kit up, "you cant run fast if you dont watch where you're going. Might hurt yourself."

Shadeheart was lying in the shade, watching the other cats play. It was nice to get out of her den for a bit, the fresh air was doing her well. She noticed Shrikekit had fallen over, and walked up to the small kit. "Are you ok?" she asked, not seeing any visible wounds or bleeding.

"Shadeheart, is Shrikekit going to be alright?" Pondered a calico kitten, eldest kit of the nursery. Her paw warily softly nudging the fallen kitten.

"Shrikekit should be fine, Whitekit, if you didn't get hurt tumbling around like a moss ball around camp, I am sure Shrikekit will live" Huffed Mistpaw, her gaze wavering with a soft smile.

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Shrikekit bounced up, shaking dust out of her fur. They young kit turned to stare at the three others, smiling happily. "I'm fine~! I'll go through worse in battles an' stuff so I gotta toughen up, right~?" She giggled. "Besides, Mistpaw is right, I'll live! Warriors are supposed to be super strong." She shook her grey, fluffy fur out once more, tilting her head to the side.

Willowkit watched the 'Shrikekit' scene. She looked intently at Shrikekit. She might be a good friend...