You can't sit with us (open)

Yawning and giving her needle-like claws a stretch, Sweetkit peered out of the nursery with wide, curious eyes as the morning light sent beams through the roof. They'd been stuck in it for far too long and the fuzzy she-kit was just itching to get outside and out of the stuffy den. Turning to her sister who'd begun waking up, most likely from when she'd scrambled over her to get a better look at the outside, she let out a sharp 'cough'-like noise to get her attention. "Dad is so sad all the time, he'll never take us out of this place," Sweetkit mewed in an annoyed tone as she rolled her eyes practically all the way back into her head. "That's why today we'll be doing what we want," the small kit said in a mischievous tone. Turning back to the den entrance, she bunched up her haunches. Her patience as far as waiting to leave the nursery had been lost long ago and excitement crawled all over her pelt. No more waiting for dad or anyone else to be boring and take forever to show them around, she was a strong independent kitten!

Launching herself out of the brambles, she landed somewhat gracefully outside of the den, but had to scramble to place her paws right, unless she wanted to go rolling across the clearing. The crisp air nipped at her dark nose and looking around at the bustling clan, she couldn't help but giggle with joy. She'd made it! Why it took so long for any-cat to allow them to leave was a mystery to her, but she didn't even care. "Come on, Larkkit!" Sweetkit hollered playfully, turning back to the nursery. One small step for a kit, one giant leap for all of her adventures.

Larkkit was jolted out of her dreams by paws stepping all over her, one paw even managing to slip into her ear. The black she-cat raised her head, shaking her head furiously to get the feeling out of her ears, then sent a glare towards the culprit, who was none other than her own sister Sweetkit. She watched the thick-furred kit ramble on and on about their father with a bored expression. After the first few words, Larkkit opted to just tune out her sister and instead look around the nursery. There were some kits still sleeping with their mothers, while a few nests were empty, the inhabitants no doubt already outside the nursery.

The call of her name jerked the she-cat's head towards the nursery entrance. So Sweetkit had already took her first few steps outside the nursery. As much as Larkkit preferred to stay where she was, she was just a little curious about how the camp looked like. She pushed herself to her paws and followed her sister outside.