It's Child's Play (Open)

Stagkit was a very large kit, but that didn't stop him from having a good time. The bumbling tom was chasing leaf after leaf with the other kits. He wasn't the fastest, and he couldn't jump the highest, so the poor kit would always be the last... Until he used his size against them of course. Because of this, he was often the one victoriously holding the leaf or grass in his mouth. The tom straightened his back, standing tall before turning to the nearest kit. "Size ALWAYS beats brains!" he declared, not even really knowing what it means. But he had heard one of the warriors joke about it earlier, and he thought it sounded good.

Having made the mistake of laying near the nursery, Smokepelt pried open his closed eyes at the sound of wrestling kits. Seeing as though the weather was decently cold, being Leafbare and all, he wondered where the Queens were. If they stayed outside too long, they'd most likely catch a cold, which wasn't fun for anyone in the clan. Letting out a sigh, he closed his eyes, listening as one of the kits squeaked out something about size beating brains. If such a statement were true, Smokepelt would be living a completely different life than his current dull one...

"If that were the case, the clans would be in chaos," the large, hoarse voiced tom spoke bluntly, his eyes remaining closed and head resting on his white paws that were laid out in front of him as if he were sleeping.

Stagkit turned to the smokey grey tom, resting near the nursery. He tilted his head in question. "Chaos? What's that?" There was a curious glint in his eyes as he dropped the leaf and padded to the older tom. Both his father and mother had died recently, leaving him alone. That was fine. He was a big boy, and he'd do just fine. His momma told him that.

Letting out a sigh as the kit made his way over to him, he realized that he should've known that by speaking the kit would ask more questions. Well, it wasn't like he was doing anything of importance, so might as well fulfill the young tom's curiosities. Lifting his head, the large tom looked down to Stagkit with no show of emotion or joy in his gaze. "Chaos..." he began, trying to put his words into those in which the kit could understand. "It's like total disorder and confusion. It's like making life very crazy," he finished with a slow blink.