Frogkit Explores!

Frogkit had just woken up and was excited for his first day out of the nursery, he had thought long and hard about what he had wanted to do first and had decided he would try to sneak out of RiverClan and singlehandedly take down ThunderClan. As he was on his way sneaking out of RiverClan he bumped into a strange object and fell down, he looked up to see....

Mistfeather had been out hunting on her own. Noticing the small fresh-kill pile, the deputy took it upon herself to find food for the clan. Leaving early in the morning, she had just returned with a mouthful and more of frogs, voles, and even birds. She smiled through the fresh-kill, eyeing the slowly growing pile before something small ran into her leg. Looking down, she spotted a small brown tom with darker spots. It was her duty to know every cat in RiverClan, but he was a stranger. Green eyes met green eyes. Putting down her catch, she looked at the kit, smiling kindly.

"Hello there little one. I don't think I know you," she purred, titling her head slightly.

"um .. Hi" Frogkit spoke soft and shy "ca... can I have one of those birds? im going to need it for my adventure!" Frogkit spoke soft as he asked for food for his long journey to ThunderClan

The silver tabby paused in surprised. What adventure? Bemused by his thoughts, she grabbed a bird and held it up high, out of the kit's reach.

"You mean this one?" she spoke through it's feathers as she waved it about. "I'm sorry, but this is for Fishstar, and if she doesn't get her bird, she'll eat all of the kits in the nursery!" the deputy purred. Mistfeather attempted a scary face, but having a mouth full of feathers was not helping. Dropping it and spitting out the stray feathers, she twitched her whiskers and waved her tail back and forth. I hope this kit's got a sense of humour.

Frogkit laughed at the older cat spitting out the birds feathers. It was his first time meeting her but he already liked her. "Im Frogkit" he said still chuckling "you're funny whats your name?" Frogkit inched closer to the bird dropped by the older cat hoping to grab it while she was distracted...

The she-cat couldn't help but laugh as well. "I'm Mistfeather. I'm the deputy," she answered. She saw the little brown tom slowly closing in on the bird, and watched with curiosity. The closer he got the more he became obvious. Before he could snap forward and grab the bird, she slammed her paw down in between the dead bird and Frogkit's face.

"This still isn't for you, Frogkit. Or should I tell your mother you were going to go on an adventure?" she spoke, her voice slightly firm. He seemed like a troublesome kit, trying to distract her like he did.

Dewkit watched Frogkit in awe as he almost swiped the bird. She purred as she finished the last bit of her vole. Wondering what he would do next.