Icekit's intro

Amberpaw laughed at the kit's exited attitude, then she turned towards Blackpaw, giving him a half smile. "Dusk's right, tho, let's keep it simple." she said to both Icekit and Blackpaw before she crouched and pounced on Blackpaw, tackling him and rolling both of they a few times on the battered ground of the camp before she pinned him underneath. "That's nice pounce with a tackle." she giggled.

Blackpaw nodded, rolling over as Amberpaw tackled him. He let out a chuckle, stopping himself as his claws ruptured the ground. "Well, maybe I can show you some moves!" He teased, batting at Amberpaw's little button nose with a sheathed paw.

"You two are playing as if your kits."
The purr came from a she-cat who had been sitting in the shade and letting her mind wander and daydream. Morningpaw padded over to them, smiling. She hadn't been paying attention to them just then, and now that she was with them she'd probably end up giving their moves constructive criticism, even though it was just a casual play-fight. She then looked down at Icekit, smiling. There were a lot of kits in ThunderClan, and Morningpaw loved to interact with them all.

Icekit looked up at the newcomer, "Is there anything wrong with that" he said shaking his tail and pouncing on nothing in particular.

"Yeah!" Blackpaw added, the eager apprentices violet-blue eyes shining mischievously. His paws skated across the ground as he leapt to his paws, whacking Amberpaw gently on the head. "Boop." He said, with the smallest smile on his maw you have ever seen.

Amberpaw gave a theatrical yowl and bounced back, playing dead, twitching her paws now and then. "I'm dead." she whispered and opened her mouth wide, letting her tongue hang loose from her mouth.

The kit laughs and pounces on the now "dead" Amberpaw. "What's the problem with that?"

Morningpaw giggled, she shot Blackpaw a fake glare, yet she couldn't help but smile while she did.
"I shall avenge you, Amberpaw!" She announced, before leaping at Blackpaw. When she tackled the tom, she glanced at Icekit, "Nothing's wrong with dying. When you die, you go to a better place!"

"I know that," Icekit meows, "I meant playing like a kit."

Blackpaw rolled over, doubled over with laughter as he feign clawed at Morningpaw. He smirked at the apprentice, leaping to his paws and diving down on her, claws sheathed. He managed to get pinned down again, and, laughing, he wriggled.