Good Gracious [closed]

Life was fun!

A small white kit with slightly fluffy fur had been speeding around the camp circling her brother and sisters. Ivorykit much like her father was able to run very fast already unlike her mother Dawnstrike who couldnt run fast at all. Ivorykit was only born a few weeks ago and she was already filled with so much energy! The small kit was very loud and energetic and made it seem like she would never run out of energy. Ivory was always friendly so she was able too befriend everyone without a problem so life was extremely fun and the small kit wasnt sure if she wanted to become an apprentice to learn the ways of the warrior. Although she knew that was what her mother and father wanted and Ivorykit would do anything too make her family proud of her. Slowly the white kit came to a stop and tackled down her oldest sister Daisykit. "You guys Im still really really really bored!!!" The white kit had whined blue eyes glancing around as she exchanged bored looks with her siblings. Out of the four of them Ivorykit was the youngest, the runt. She didnt mind that fact that she was the smallest her confidence in her abilities was probably bigger then all of her siblings. "Isnt there anything else that we can do for fun..?!" Ivorykit had asked the tone of her voice sounding desperate.

It was an average morning for the four kits. The quadruplets ran about, running circles around their mother and each other. Daisykit played like any normal kit, running, pouncing, chasing, fighting. She purred in amusement as Ivorykit sprinted around the clearing. She licked her paw gingerly and began washing her face before being rudely interrupted by her sister. The smaller she-kit pounced and tackled her white and ginger sibling, knocking her onto her side mid-lick. The she-cat stared at Ivory kit with wide, blue eyes and her tongue sticking out. Pushing the kit off, Daisykit brushed her sister's face with her fluffy tail. "How can you have so much energy? I couldn't run around like that and still want to do anything," she giggled, batting the white she-cat's ear.

"Do you two have any suggestions?" she meowed, glancing at Rowankit and Witherkit.

Rowankit wasn't as energetic as the two, but he was still playful. He found himself pouncing on Daisykit, his needle-like claws barely hooking into her fur. "Pick on someone your own size!" he mewled before falling onto his back, paws flicking at the air in alarm. Finally gathering himself to his feet, he tried to steady himself. He glanced from Daisykit to Witherkit before shaking his head at his sister's comment. "I don't know. Maybe we could just play mossball..." His voice trailed off. That wasn't very fun, really. "We could... play tag? Or play Clan Wars? Even though those games are kinda hard..." He glanced over at his other sister, Witherkit, who seemed to be more silent than usual.

Their father purred deeply at the sight of his young kits playing and tumbling about. He was strolling back into camp with a fresh hare in his jaws. It was smaller than usual; soon the prey would be scarcer and thinner. The tall white tom deposited his catch and left the pile without taking anything, instead turning his attention to the young cats and approaching them. "Hello, kits. You haven't been giving your mother too much trouble now, have you?" He asked with a gentle smile, wondering if she'd asked someone to look after them for a while.