Just a Little Mottled [Closed]

Littlekit wondered ThunderClan, he had no idea what he should do honestly. He just wanted to take a look around, stay out of the nursery for once, he hoped for at least one warrior to come around, maybe a kit? He just kept wondering, having no idea what would come and what wouldn't. Finally he sat down and waited near a tree, lookngi around silently.

Mottledkit looked like a red bird as she soared, ducking low-hanging branches and stepping carefully, yet swiftly, over thistles. In a blur of red and white, she skidded to a screeching halt, her paw pads burning. She gritted her teeth, resisting the pain, and sat down. She began to lick the pad that ached so, and then turned her head to look at Littlekit. She didn't say a word.

Littlekit had noticed Mottledkit scattering everywhere, noticing her paws looking worn out. He titled his head and padded over to her "Uh, why were you running around?" he asked.

"Agility training," she replied with a grin towards him. It was friendly in it's demeanour, not at all threatening or sketchy.

Littlekit was still confused "Well, if you do that, wouldn't you be an apprentice? Besides, wouldn't you rather be in camp playing? Not training?" he mewed.

Mottledkit shook her head simply at his logic. "I wanna get a head start, don't I?" She meowed, bouncing on her paws. Still smiling brightly, her fluffy tail waved. "I wanna be just as good as my father!" She exclaimed, paws roughing the soil-clad grass fronds.

Littlekit shook his head "Well training for a head start is always good" he mewed "It can make your paws too sore and you couldn't be able to train, you also would probably hurt something before getting your apprentice name and if your caught going something like hunting, you can get in trouble" he explained.

Mottledkit nodded sheepishly. "Yeah, I guess," she murmured uncertainly, hazel eyes holding something beyond her age. She didn't glance up, however, her ears pricked for Littlekit's words, and her brows were furrowed attentively.

Littlekit frowned and walked a little closer to her "I'm sure you'll start soon though" he mewed reassuringly.

Mottledkit smiled towards him. She gave him a soft lick on the cheek, and her smile grow wider as she continued. "I'm sure you will, too." She purred.

Littlekit smiled "Well, how is everything going?" he asked, nothing new had happened to him, he was quite disappointed with his life already.

Mottledkit tipped her head, and her paws skipped up a bit of soil. A short spout, as to not hit the black-and-white tom beside her. "As usual," she mewed at last.

Littlekit nodded [color:9768=#Darkgreen]"I see" he mewed "Any siblings?" he asked.

"Yeah! Mothkit. She's nice," Mottledkit said, without knowing about her siblings in WindClan. The she-cat grinned wider. "You?" She asked, truthfully.

Littlekit shook his head "No, none" he sighed sadly, it killed him to think about not having siblings, though it would be a pawful if he were to be the oldest and look after them, or maybe the youngest and always needing the special care that was very unnecessary.