Little Lightkit

"It looks cramped." Lightkit said, looking around.

Whinchatwing padded right behind the two kits, puffing out her chest and straightening herself up, and in the biggest, most booming voice she could muster she growled at the two kits, "What are you doing!?" She grinned wildly as she let out all the air from her chest from which she was holding it. The warrior burst into a fit of laughter afterwards, sitting herself down in desperation to calm herself and return to her shy and mannered self.

Lightkit almost jumped out of her fur as a booming voice came from behind her. She turned around to see a warrior laughing.

Graykit almost jumped, he was afraid she was going to do something to them. Then she heard the laugh. Why is she laughing? He turned around, and saw her. "W-who are you?" he asked. Then his eyes grew wide. He walked over to her, and looked up at her. "Have you been in a battle?" he asked

"I-I'm Whinchatwing, and yes, I have been in a battle once, it was... against Shadowclan!" She chirped, calming herself down as she looked at the two kittens.

"Wow..." Lightkit said

Graykit was starting to like her. "Were they tough?" he asked.

"Were they mean?" Lightkit asked, following Graykit in askin questions.