New kit, Duckkit!

ooc: *join.

ic: "Yay!" Rosekit said before padding closer and getting ready for the game to start,

Dustypaw was glad he wasn't a kit anymore. He couldn't imagine what it was like being unable to leave the camp anymore. He could easily see that the kits were bored. But at the same time, he wasn't exactly up for a game of mossball. He was too mature for that. "Nah, why don't you guys go play though." And he could curl up and get in some more nap. The Duckkit - and his friend whom had arrived shortly after he did, ran off, and Dustypaw curled back up in his nest.

Only to find that sleep eluded him.

Ah well. There were squeaks ans squeals coming from outside his nest - evidently the kits had started their game. Begrudgingly, Dustypaw sat up, then trotted out to the mouth of the Apprentice's Den, settling down to watch the younger cats at play.