Riverclan's new trouble maker

Ripplekit's eyes shown with pride.
"Yay!" He squeaked.

Whitefoot purred as he cuffed the kit softly, He will do fine. His worries at rest he glared at Salmonstripe before turning his attention to the kit.

Ripplekit didn't notice the glare and he began to stalk Whitefoot's tail.

Seeing the kit's attention to his tail, and how he got into the hunter's crouch. He perked his ears in interest, swaying his tail in hopes the kit would pounce.

Ripplekit jumped forward and caught his tail. He didn't bite down and he kept his claws sheathed as he wrestled with Whitefoot's tail.

Whitefoot gave a playful growl and swatted at the kit. "Hey you've got me show mercy!" He yowled.

Ripplekit sat up, his fur all fluffed up. His eyes gleamed.
"I won!" He let out a triumphant squeal.

Troutstep sat in his shadowed corner, watching Whitefoot play with the kit. Hmph. He gave a hiss. Unlike his brother Troutstep held grudges, and disliked kits in general.

Whitefoot stood and shook off the kit, bounding to his brother he mewed to the kit, "I'll be back soon!" When he reached his brother out of breath he purred and pawed at him, "Even though he's a rouge kit he will be a great warrior! He can do the hunting crouch perfect! Isn't that great?" He whispered excitedly.

"ya...great. But he's still a rouge." he hissed wondering how Whitefoot could be so playful.

Whitefoot bristled, "I know we aren't fond of kits, but I was ridiculed by the other kits for being different. You remember! You stood up for me! He doesn't deserve to be ridiculed for being born! He has potential!" He pleaded for his brother to understand, Troutstep's opinion mattered most to him.

Ripplekit rolled across the ground with a ball of moss, nearly oblivious to their conversation.