Kit Life (Open to all kits and Queens)

Sprucekit nodded at Rippedkit's idea."Yeah,don't want to be bored to death before we're even apprentices,"he whispered with a smirk.The dark tom looked at the elders,smiling falsely at them.He was a great liar hopefully the elders would believe his tale."Spottedkit,Rippedkit and I,loved your tales they were very interesting,but...we're starving,see you later,"he mewed to the elders.Sprucekit flicked his tail in goodbye before padding out of the den.

Sprucekit gave a sigh of relief once he was out of earshot of the elders,glad to be free of their endless ramblings.The tom looked at the other two kits maybe they'd want to explore the territory now."So after that near death experience,do you want to go explore the territory?It'd be far more interesting than their endless ramblings."The tom mewed hopefully.

Rippedkit followed the other kit, but flicked his ears uncomfortably, "I don't know, Sprucekit... kits aren't allowed out of camp. We could get in serious trouble for that". As much fun as it sounded to his curiosity, he did not want to get in trouble. Cats would probably notice if three kits went missing.

Spottedkit frowned, bumping Sprucekit. "No way, dude! Do you want to delay our ceremonies?" She asked, a bit angry. The young kit was normally playful and outgoing, but she did not want her ceremony delayed.

"Maybe we could find a warrior to take us just outside?" The almost pure black kit suggested, "Or one of the queens?" He couldn't believe how bold the other kit was. There was a reason kits weren't allowed out of camp!

Sprucekit rubbed his paw over his ear awkwardly."Well,apparently all the kits like sneakout n' stuff...I doubt they delayed there ceramonies.,"The tom meowed.He glanced up at the sky and shivered why was it so cold?The dark tom looked longily at the camp exit dying to know what lay beyond.Sprucekit's paws began to move him forward.

He now stood at the exit looking out at what just lay beyond his home.The tom glanced back at the other too kits.The plains of Windclan were less than a mouse length away.Just a few more steps...He looked longily at the open expanse,Sprucekit was burning to get out of camp.The dark tom restrained himself knowing it was a bad idea but...The huge fields and meadows looked so tempting.

Spottedkit rolled her eyes at Sprucekit. "Mousebrained toms..." She muttered under her breath, grooming herself awkwardly.

Rippedkit shared the other tom's desire to see the territory outside of camp, but not at the cost of his apprenticeship. He glanced nervously at his denmate, seeing the desire in his eyes, "It's not safe to go out there, Sprucekit". Rippedkit looked at Spottedkit to back him up, but there wasn't much more to say than they had already said. It wasn't fun being a kit stuck in camp.

"I can't wait to be apprenticed and leave this camp!" Sprucekit mewed.The dark tom stalked away from the exit.He sighed glancing back at the exit defeatedly.Sprucekit rubbed his ear again.One day I will leave this camp and soon hopefully he thought.The tom glanced around then crouched low and launched himself at the other kits.He fell short sliding across the ground till he rested at their feet.Sprucekit leapt up and shook out his fur ,smirking.The tom began to groom his now dusty brown fur,laughing at his failure.

Spottedkit rolled her eyes at Sprucekit, chuckling. The small calico bat at the tom's face, smirking.

The tom smiled but what he wasn't expecting was to be facepawed by Spottedkit."Hey!"He yowled.Sprucekit glared at her playfully with his emerald green eyes.The dark brown tom reared up and batted at Spottedkit's face,smirking.

Twistedkit looked across the camp. She thought bitterly about how she did not belong here, how she was zero percent clan. Memories of being lost on the moor flashed in her mind. Twistedkit shuddered. She was too lucky to get adopted by Heatherstripe. Something bad had to happen to balance it out. Stop thinking so bitterly, she thought to herself as she padded over to the fresh-kill pile for a juicy rabbit, much better tasting than what Thunderclan had to eat, or Riverclan. She shivered in disgust as she thought of eating fish. How revolting!

Spottedkit growled playfully, tackling him with a giggle. She bat at his ears happily, purring.

Looking at the other kits playing around, she asked excited, "What are you guys doing? Can I join? Is it a game? What is it about?"

Rippedkit watched the other kits play with an amused look on his face. He wasn't much for playing. The kit preferred learning over goofing off, but he liked watching his denmates play. As Twistedkit came up to them, he dipped his head in greeting and mewed, I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you jumped in". The kits seemed to always be looking for someone new to play with.

Spottedkit lowered her paws, turning to Twistedkit. "Hey, newbie. What's your name?" She asked the other kit, grooming herself awkwardly.