Mess With The Flower, You Get The Seed {OPEN}

Seedkit was sitting just outside the nursery, flicking a mossball from one paw to another. She had had nothing to do all day, nothing but sit around and toss a mossball to herself, blow around some leaves, attempt to sneak out of camp and fail, and jump around in the sand. She decided not to try to do anything fun because, like before, her fun would've been disrupted by some warrior. She yawned, her head falling to rest on the mossball. Maybe she'd just sleep.
No! You can't sleep! Your going to be the best RiverClan warrior ever, and they don't sleep until they do something good for the Clan? Right?
She rolled over onto her back, closing her eyes and taking in a breath.
"I need something to do..." She murmured to herself.

Goosestorm looked quizzically at Seedkit as the little kit rolled around in the camp. "Have you w-worn yourself out yet?" he said with a laugh, approaching the pale-furred kit. His small frame still towered over the young kit despite his stature. "You're a funny th-thing, you know that?" His kind blue eyes had a teasing gleam to them.

Seedkit looked up at Goosestorm. "Me? Tired? Pft. I could run the entire course of the river and back right now if I could without stopping for anything! She proudly squeaked, leaping up and puffing out her chest.

Goosestorm's signature crooked smile crossed his face at the kit's attitude. "You'll make a g-great apprentice, kid," he said with an encouraging nod, "I'm Goosestorm. What's your name?"

"I'm Seedkit!" She introduced herself.

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Goosestorm giggled at the kit. They were funny little things, kits. They were always on top of the world. They were so innocent, they didn't know the dangers of the world right outside their doors... "A-and I'm Goosestorm," he mewed. "RiverClan could use some cats as enthusiast-tic as you."