Why so shy? [Open]

Cloverpaw walked into camp with a shrew hanging limp in his jaws and he trotted over to the fresh kill pile. He bent down to drop it in but then saw the three kits interacting over by the nursery. He figured maybe they would want a little bite to eat, so he lifted his head back up with the shrew still between his teeth. His paws sunk a little in the mud of the camp as he turned to head towards the trio. He approached them and smiled the best he could with a mouthful of prey. "Hey, hungry?" he mumbled to the kits, dropping the shrew onto the damp earth before them. He licked his lips and sat down, his small body given the illusion of size with his fluffy gray fur. Cloverpaw was quiet and more of an observer so instead of asking them what they were up to he figured he could just watch and listen and figure it out.

Cloverpaw pushed the shrew towards quiet Willowkit as she stared at it hungrily. "Go ahead" he mewed, his smile continuing. As Toadpaw approached he dipped his head in greeting to the older apprentice, it was nice that they were all different ages but were able to still hangout. "Of course you want to be the leader, Wolfkit" he purred, since she already showed signs of dedication to warrior life at such a young age. He groomed his face with his paw since it was covered in debris from hunting, and waited to see how their little game would play out.