The First Time (Open for ThunderClan and RiverClan Kitties!)

An apprentice-sized tom-kit was walking near the river, staying on ThunderClan's side. He wasn't doing any harm. His forequarters stretched out in a laggy motion. The kit's cold eyes scanned the marshy ground. He whispered underneath his breath, claws unsheathing and sheathing. He caught sight of a mouse, scuttling silently amongst the ferns. Blackkit's keen eyesight pinpointed the target, but he pounced a moment too late. His tail thrashed with immense frustration. When he became an apprentice, he was sure he would learn more.

With a sloppy swipe of his forepaw he snagged the tail of the mouse, yet it was once again whisked from his grasp. He gritted his teeth, and was tempted to storm away. He, however, stood his ground, eyes wandering.