A Plover in the Sky [Open]

Ploverkit was unaware of all the drama that his arrival and his mother's caused the clan he was in. To him, this was his home not the other clan he was in. He was too young to remember that mess or the traveling to his new home. The gray kit burst out from the nursery with an energy that could rival well he didn't know. The gray and white kit sniffed around taking in the scents better than he could before. This was all so cool. Oh man what did this camp have in store for him?

Brokenheart noticed the small kit come out of the nursery so excitedly. Not that it was unusual for a kit to have so much energy, but it was the specific kit that got his attention. He didn't often pay that much attention to the new kits; he didn't mind them, he just didn't pay enough attention to know who each of them was. But Ploverkit he knew. This was one of the kits that had come from Windclan.

He knew the tensions in camp surrounding this kit and his mother were still high, and honestly, he was a little worried that those tensions would get taken out on the young one. None of the mess was his fault and he shouldn't get any of the backlash, but well, leave it to any clan cat to ruin another's hopes and dreams. He decided he would hang out by Plover's side just in case anyone wanted to give the kit a bad time.

"Hello, little one. What are you up to?", he asked the kit.

"I'm.." The kit paused in his sentence as a bug buzzed by in front of his face. His yellow eyes following until he couldn't see it anymore. "I'm exploring! I need to see it all!" Ploverkit said looking up at the warrior. "Where is your nest? Does it have feathers in it? Or rabbit fur? Oh! Maybe pine needles?" His nest here had feathers and a little bit of rabbit fur to make the nest soft.