|:| The Heaviness of Snow |:|

Snowkit sat beside the nursery, her large fluffy tail waving back and forth on the ground, kicking up sand and dust. She sneezed.

Her eyes were trained on the medicine den, watching Dreamleaf. It was something to do in her free time, and she didn't want to play-fight like the other kits. Nor did she want to talk to a force greater than her, be a large part of a prophecy and handle cats that had been hurt in battle. In all honesty, the thick-furred, small kit didn't know what use she'd ever be to the clan.
But she wanted to be near her brother. She'd become a warrior, because Heavykit would.
It was morning, and a cool breeze from Leaf-fall blew her long, blurred grey-and white fur to the side. Her black markings hadn't yet come in yet, but one grey spot near her claw was gradually growing darker. The clear, cold air and the billowing wind made her feel alive, wild. The chilly atmosphere didn't make her feel cold; her large pelt would keep her warm.

A little farther off in the distance and inside the nursery were a chubby and a rather fluffy kit. He had to go through the annoyance of grooming his fur clean of mothballs before he had to join his sister outside of the nursery in the relaxing and cool winds breezing through the camp. The white and black patched kit had trotted gleefully next to his sister before plopping his rear end besides her, and clearly groomed clean from tail to ear tip.

"What are you up to Snowkit?" He inquired playfully, his little stub wagging happily beneath him, dusting the ground with every move it made, but connecting what her eyes were caught on he knew what she was looking at and gazed along with her.

"Watching the medicine cat do their work again?" He asked, genuinely curious if that was her sight was fixated on.

Snowkit's ear flicked towards her brother, before she replied "Yeah." Then her full body turned to look at him.
"Do you—are you—" the small kit began suddenly, paused as if to consider, then went on, "H..Heavykit, how will I matter to the clan?"
Without waiting for her brother to reply, she rambled on: "I mean, I'm too small and weak to become a warrior anyway, and Fawnpaw's already the medicine cat apprentice, what else can I do?" The last part was higher pitched, confused, begging.
She looked up at him, bewildered. "I can't even bear to kill a mouse." she added, quieter. Her mismatched eyes fell back down towards the sand, as her white paws shuffled.

OOC: AHH sorry for posting late, I had a Bat Mitzvah yesterday (not mine) but it took up the whole day and by the time I got back I just fell asleep.

Heavykit's mysterious yet happy expression instantly shifted into one of shock, astonishment of such a question coming from his precious littermate.

"Of course you matter! Anyone who tells you otherwise, I'll beat them up!" He swore, making this sound as genuine as a protective brother could be without being so .. overdramatic.

"You matter to everyone, Snowkit. Especially to me!" He gleamed happily, nuzzling into his sister's neck playfully as a sort of attempt to cheer her up. Or to at least prevent her thinking any more of those thoughts.

"Who's to say Warrior's have to kill? While yeah, there's going to be some fights and bloodshed, even if it isn't needed. But what about a spy? You normally prefer to be quiet, and you blend in with snow pretty easily, with it being your name! You'd be so cool." He praised his sister, patting her shoulder with his widely sized paw.

"And as long as I'm around? You won't have to do the fighting! Just leave that to me!" He gave that usual toothy, goofy grin.

OOC: It's all good! I ended up taking a minute because I was lacking a muse to help with my ideas. So don't worry about it! :D

The tiny kit gazed up at her brother with wide mismatched eyes as he spoke. She took every one of his words to her quickly beating, small heart. Her head took the moment and committed now to memory.
Snowkit felt herself relaxing, the fur lying flat (or as flat as her puffy fur could get) back on her shoulders.
A spy.
She could be a spy.
The kit's eyes visibly brightened and she happily pressed against her big brother, content.
"Great!" she mewed, unusually talkative. She leapt to her paws, tail waving. "Watch me! Watch me! I'll train!"
And Snowkit moved quicker, quicker than she ever had, over to a leaf, stalking it. She stumbled on her small paws once or twice, but got straight back up. It was her job now; she had a purpose.

And the white and grey blurred kit seemed more like, well, a kit then she ever had in her life before.

OOC: This memory gonna be very important later on, I feel. XD

Heavykit jumped for joy alongside his sibling, happy to see his words being such an encouragement as well as cheering her up this much.

"You'll be an amazing spy, you have other Clans shaking in their skin with how sneaky you can be!" He mewed happily, nudging her playfully.

"Honestly I think you'll probably be the best spy around, Snowkit!"

OOC: Snowkit deserves to be happy. <3