Here comes Badger [Open]

A ball of gray fur tumbled out of the nursery with a small "mmph!" Scrabbling onto his clumsy white paws, the young tom, who was barely 2 moons old, glanced at the camp with big, dark lime green eyes. He was never allowed out of the nursery until now as he only longed to explore the camp where his warriors lived. Despite being a kit, Badgerkit hated the nursery, preferring the outside of his den. The young tom stretched, letting out a small mew as he stretched the tiredness out of him. Young Badgerkit flicked his tail in curiosity as he padded towards the warriors' den, hoping to find what lies inside the dark shadows.