Already the troublemaker [OPEN]

Bramblekit was honest-to-goodness stunned when Darkstar had brought him and his brother home. She had told them about ThunderClan camp before, but he had never expected anything this grand. His mother didn't lie when she told him it was a sight to behold. He could feel that this is where he belonged. The chirps of the birds, the whoosh as the wind blew through the great trees above him. All of it. The forest was his to explore, and he was ready to see more.

While no one was watching, the brown tabby slipped through the bramble wall and into the undergrowth of the forest. He let out a relieved sigh as fresh air brushed his fur and filled his lungs. The constant smell of milk was beginning to become stifling, even if it did smell quite yummy sometimes. Now he could finally catch a breath.

He let his big, white paws carry him further away from camp. He nearly pranced with joy as his green eyes took in all the sights. There were trees and bush for as far as he could see, and he was determined to see it all. The little tom needed to know everything about this forest. it was going to be his one day, he knew it. "Bramblestar the Conqueror. That's what they'll call me!"

Blizzardshine was walking around the territory, taking a small break from her duties, having to mentor three young energetic cats at once was proving to be quite a tiresome challenge, but she couldn’t feel happier.

The young warrior raised her ears when she heard a young male voice, way too young to belong to an apprentice, that’s for sure. Curious and slightly worried, she followed it until she saw the small kit, hidden from his eyes by the green leaves of a nearby bush, and couldn’t help but smile, remembering all the troubles that her own curious nature caused to the older cats.

With a small chuckle she walked out from behind the bush “And tell me, Bramblestar the Conqueror, what are you doing so far from camp?” Her voice was cheerful and calm, just like always, she wasn’t going to scold the small kit for sneaking out of camp when she did the same back when she was a kit, and not only one time, but maybe she had to make him realize that the forest wasn’t the safest place for a small kit like him.

Blackpaw's lithe frame weaved throughout the trees, blue eyes coated with a gleam of confidence. He stopped in a split moment, to gaze at Blizzardshine informing Bramblekit of his absence in the camp. "Hello," he meowed wistfully, dipping his head in greeting. A smile broke through on the prodigious apprentice's face. "Blizzardshine, Bramblekit," he addressed, stepping carefully through the cloves of ferns. They rustled softly beneath his paws.

"Are you busy?" He chuckled, sitting down as his frame hunched casually over the mossy ground. He prodded the ground boredly. His ears revolved slowly, in a clockwise motion. He whirled around to face away, glancing over his shoulder at the small kit and Blizzardshine. "Perhaps you should come back to camp?" He asked, a beckoning glint in his cautious blue eyes.

Mistywater - the fairly young warrior - emerged from the warriors den, her pelt ruffled from the long nap she had taken. She a new kit, Bramblekit, reminding her of when she played almost half the time with her siblings, but Bramblekit didn't seem to be playing with them.

She walked over to the three and smiled at Blizzardshine, for some reason feeling a lot younger at the older warrior, they weren't too far apart from age though. It was weird that her siblings were all apprentices and she was the runt of the litter, already a warrior, her life was a little confusing but she was happy with her family and was happy with how her life was. She looked at Blackpaw, her son, as a small smile appeared on her light face. Finally she made the last intro of hers to Bramblekit - Bramblestar actually - "Is that true little one?" she purred.

Blackpaw smiled, and swerved around, grooming his fur, with light caressing of his tongue. Blackpaw stood beside his mother, more than half as big as the warrior. His gaze flitted between each of the cats, joyous spirit casting a warmness in Blackpaw's hearth. He laid down, enveloping his face in the ferns before peeking out playfully.