The Lonely Little Snake [CLOSED]

Adderkit watched the bustling camp with a scowl etched upon her small face- her mother was out on patrol again, as she always was, and her father did everything in his power to avoid coming near the nursery. Flicking a tendril of moss and soft grass with her claw, she continued to watch the busy camp with angered eyes; she was obviously not needed within the nursery, so she didn't understand why Crowstar didn't just go ahead and put her to use by making her an apprentice. "All the other kits my age have been made apprentices already! It's not fair," Adderkit reflected while her scowl deepened, "I don't wanna sit around with mewling kits and their mothers fawning over them. I wanna hunt and explore the territory and shred a Thunderclan cat!" She sighed at her own thoughts, jabbing at the chunk of moss with her claws once more- wondering if today some cat would acknowledge her out of genuine interest and not pity for how lonely she constantly seemed to be.

She came back to camp carrying a large plump mouse hanging limply in her jaws. Her tail was held high she was proud of her catch, since hunting was very difficult during leafbare and she adored getting praised by her mentor as well. She dropped the prey in the pile deciding to eat a little later since the clan was still low on food. She had pranced around the camp digging her paws into the snow to play in it since most of the apprentices were out of camp training. Her ears twitched as she glanced around the camp it was pretty empty and she wasn't really certain what to do. She glanced over towards the nursery Cloverpaw figured she could play with some of the kits! Purring she had padded towards the nursery she side glanced at a kitten who seemed very lonely and was pawing at a ball of moss. Cloverpaw padded towards Adderkit and gave her a friendly mew. "Hi! wanna play?" She asked lowering her head so her nose could touch the ball of moss, she hasn't played mossball in ages.

Adderkit watched as Cloverpaw padded up, and she eyed the slightly older she-cat with burning amber eyes, watching as she prodded the clump of moss. Ear twitching sullenly, she sheathed and unsheathed her tiny, thorn-sharp claws into the soft collection of moss, grass and feathers that lined the floor of the den. "The only ball I wanna play with is a ball of shredded Thunderclan fur." She reflected, but after a few moments of thinking she realized that a day like that was a long ways off, and that it would be much easier  to stretch her muscles with the simple game. "Okay," Adderkit conceded while staring at Cloverpaw with her molten amber eyes, "But only if none of the other kits play- they just end up snagging a claw and run wailing to their mothers and everyone gets sent back to the den." She informed the older she-cat, feeling a slight tremor of excitement creep down her spine; a good game was just what she needed to warm her blood up.

Cloverpaw had purred happily. Lifting the mossball with her jaws, hopefully she could impress this little kit with some cool tricks but Adderkit didn't seem like the type to be impressed easily. "Sweet! I have to warn you though, I was the best at mossball when I was your age." She boasted her green eyes glinting with a challenging look. "Hmm? Well it's more fun with more involved but as you wish!" She batted the ball over towards the small kit. She looked like a kit who was eager to start her training it reminded Cloverpaw of how she was when she was younger.