Fireball inside of the marsh (OPEN)

It was sunset in the ShadowClan camp. The massive pine trees surrounding the camp left it looking darker than it would outside. It seemed many cats would be winding down from the day and some would be starting patrols, but one little kit was bounding and playing as if it were still sun-high.

Tawnykit, a squat little she-cat, was leaping and twisting while playing with a ball of moss. Because of her age, she didn't have very much self-awareness and this was further amplified by her confidence. She had a one-tracked mind that only focused on one thing; to kill the enemy.

The enemy, or the moss ball to an older cat, was her vision of a RiverClan cat, sitting lazily in her camp. With heavy blows of her wide little paws, she smacked the moss as hard as she could and did flips around it as if dodging invisible attacks. Her tail stuck awkwardly out from behind her as she fought with all the hair on it standing straight up.

With a belly flop she landed directly on top of the moss ball and it squished underneath her. Sinking her tiny teeth inside it, she held it steady and kicked it with her back legs while straddling it with her forepaws. She and the ball rolled around in one unit, completely unaware of her surroundings...

“Careful there, little warrior!” Snowfoot chuckled as she stepped aside, trying not to stand on the kit or her toy. “Don’t want to accidentally step on you!”

While flipping onto her pack and holding her toy on her belly, Tawnykit snaps out of intense focus for only a moment to reply "Oh, okay!" Although she didn't really register the warrior's words to warn her. In one ear, out the other. She continues to kick the ball and it flies out of her paws.
Bouncing and rolling, the toy slowly rolls too far away for her to grab without moving and so she crawls back up onto her paws to continue her game.