Grump (OPEN)

Specklekit didn't like it.

He didn't like how all the other cats were so much stronger than him, how all the other kits could play without falling flat on their faces. He didn't like how they didn't have to worry about the same things he did when just trying to play.

It was unfair, he hated it. Everyone should have to worry about falling down. Everyone.

Specklekit was often getting small bruises and cuts from falling down so much, they healed easily, though, as he was still growing. But that didn't change the fact he hated it. Now, he sat near the nursery, he had pulled himself into a loaf-like position after falling over, not bothering with getting up. Mousebrained legs! It's not fair! Why does nobody else have to deal with this?

Tumbling out of the nursery, Daykit came sprawling forward, tripping over himself into the snow. He caught his balance before he tipped over entirely nose-first, looking briefly worried for himself as he stumbled to stop. He'd done some damage though, kicking snow up to cling to his chest and his forelegs. But it was just snow– once he decided that he was okay, the golden tom looked around, blinking against the bright light. "Oh! Specklekit." He mewed, genuine surprise in his voice. "I, uh... tripped right by you. Hi." Daykit kicked again at the fine powder, dashing a pawful towards his brother. "What are you doing, out here? I was gonna play in the snow. It's too crowded in there."

Specklekit wasn't left to his grumpy thoughts for much longer, as a small flurry of snow hit him, he shuffled backwards in retaliation, but turned to see it was just one of his brothers, Daykit. "Daykit." He mewed, bluntly. After hearing what happened and getting an actual pawful of snow thrown at his face, he couldn't help but give the tiniest smile any cat could ever give. "Tripping is my thing, Daykit. Are you sure it was reeaaaally you who tripped?" Pushing himself up into a sit, he decided to scoop a bit of snow back at his brother.

"Less tripping hazards out here, really, a gust of wind could surprise me and I'd fall over at this point." His tail flicked, not in a really frustrated way, yet not quite playfully either. "But... I wouldn't mind playing a little in the snow... Just as long as it isn't all running and you don't aim at my back legs." He pushed one of his twig-thin back legs out from his sitting position to give it a swift lick. "I've already got a huuuge disadvantage, so please go easy on me."

Pulling himself up onto his paws, closing his blue eyes a little as he wobbled, he narrowed his eyes and kicked a little snow in Daykit's direction with a front paw. But I wont go easy on you!

As a few gusts of snow flew by in the air, Fawnkit couldn't help but also notice the commotion outside from her siblings: Daykit and Specklekit. Her head tilted. She'd glance back to her mother and some of her other siblings, still resting soundly inside the nursery, then back to the two outside. Well, it's surely not entertaining in here. And so, after considering her two choices for a short while— the she-kit stepped outside. Brr, it was so cold!  And though she held a paw up in hesitation, taking in a deep breath, she set her paw down to the snowy grounds again.

And then, just like that, Fawnkit made her away over to two of her brothers. "Hi there, Specklekit, Daykit. What are the two of you up to?" She took another small glance back, behind to the nursery. "It was surely crowded in there, I wasn't sure if I wanted to stay or not. Plus, it's much more interesting out here..!" The she-kit gazed around.

Comfreykit padded out of the elders den, her mind almost spilling over with all the tales of Thunderclan she had just heard. She was proud she had found the elders den, but even more proud she had gotten the grumpy elders to share with her. Now the black she-kit headed back to the nursery, simply tired from the morning of badgers and battles. She wanted to rest, but the sight of her siblings playing put that out of the question.

She ran to them, seeing Specklekit, Daykit, and Fawnkit. They seemed cold, something Comfreykit had grown accustom to as her fur grew and she spent more time outside exploring. Her cold pawpads were just another part of life.

"Its pretty chilly out here isn't it?" she mewed as she bumped her forehead against each of them. Other than that she listened to the conversation, trying to read their faces for signs of discomfort. She'd be quick to comfort poor Specklekit if his legs get in the way of his fun. It was terrible how things were so much harder for him. It certainly wasn't fair.

A tiny striped golden head peeked out of the wide hole that lead into the clearing from the bramble bush nursery. The tiny fluffy kitten looked more like a large bumblebee than a cat. She scampered to the entrance and placed a paw determinedly onto the snow, though at first she pulled it back instinctively from the sting of cold. She wasn't used to the outside. "It's so cold!" she agreed with Comfreykit.

"Snow fight?" she meowed excitedly, and pushed her paws deep into a nearby snowdrift to send a puff of white flying over all of them. "Gotcha!" she giggled, ducking behind another snow drift to hide. She cleared a space for herself, pushing the snow up to make walls. "I'm defending my camp, you better defend yours!" If each kitten made a camp behind the snow drifts that were all around where they stood, they could have a snow fight without running and disadvantaging Specklekit and no one would have to go easy!