The little moth (OPEN)

A ginger, black and white she cat with darker black, ginger, and white almost transparent spots and beautiful hazel brown eyes padded out of the nursery. Mothkit blinked, this was not the kit's first time being out of the nursery and a few, like her father Blacktwig, knew that, as well as her siblings. She frowned as she saw some apprentice leave the camp and go hunt together. She wondered why she wasn't made an apprentice with any of her other siblings but it didn't trouble the she cat much. Looking up when a cat came over the she cat turned to them and smiled.

Pinewhisker's eyes dulled as he saw the kit's smile, and he grunted with impatience. "Mothkit, I suppose?" he asked her, with not much interest but settled himself down. He didn't have anything better to do, anyway.

Mothkit nodded. "Yep! That's me! What's your name?" The she cat meowed tilting her head.

Pinewhisker gulped down with misry at the kit's excitement, wondering how his life would turn out if he would be to train her himself. "Pinewhisker." he mewed coldly and curled down, his muzzle on his paws as he looked at the kit with cool interest in his emerald eyes.

Mothkit blinked and looked at the tom. He seemed so familiar.. Perhaps he was related to Cloverpool? The she kit always liked to go and listen to any stories the elders had and this tom seem vaguely familiar.