My dreams run a little wild [open]

As dawn just began to break, Hazelkit was the first one awake in the nursery. The small little Hazelkit didn't know much what happened in the battle between skyclan and windclan since she was too young too remember it, however she did remember the struggle and how difficult it is too live merged together with another clan. Although Hazelkit didn't mind riverclans presence the she-kit had found it slightly confusing or maybe she was just thinking about it too hard. Whatever the case there were much more cats too play with now and that she was happy about! Hazelkit had grabbed a mossball and bounded out of the nursery, giving it a soft kick before running after it, hoping some others would join her little game of moss-ball.

Cedarfur and his brother sat at the base of the dens, finding it very crammed and uncomfortable. "I wonder how kits don't fall of the paths to the dens when playing." Icestorm chuckled to his brother. Cedarfur, still broken from the days past gave a silent nod. Both toms sat in silence once again until a kit came running towards them and ran into Icestorm's rump. The grey tom turned around and gave a smile. "Why hello little one. Playing a game of mossball?"