Innocence ((open camp topic))

Gingerkit awoke bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to face the world. It had been moons since his eyes opened, and he was already ready to be an apprentice. He just knew he'd be the greatest ShadowClan warrior ever, even better than Leopardstar and Magpiewing, even as good as his father Flamestrike! His mom, Littlebrook, always told him with a purr to be patient, but what did she know? The orange tabby pounced on his brother playfully, already wide awake. "Get up, Firekit! ThunderClan is invading!" Waving his tail in the air, he tussled with the mottled orange kit for a few seconds before landing on his side in the mossy nest, laughing. He prodded Sparkkit with a striped paw. "Come on! Let's go outside already!" The small kit bounced from side to side in his excitement. He was ready to explore the camp!

Littlebrook awoke, having felt like she had just closed her eyes, to the excited squeals of Gingerkit. Shaking her head in amusement, she attempted to quiet him down. "Shh, Gingerkit, your siblings are trying to sleep." She meowed softly, licking the small tom between his ears. "Come on. Would you like to see camp?" She asked, already knowing the answer. She almost forgot what it was like to have kits, well, kind of have them. The kits were not hers by blood, and if they could have been with their real mother, then they would have been. She still hated the thought of the three kits not knowing who their real mother was, but it just wasn't possible for them to know. Yet, anyways. She hoped that when they got older, that maybe, Flamestrike and Honeydrop would think it best to tell them. That was a long time from now though, so she brought her focus back into the present. "Maybe your father has brought something back from a hunting patrol for you." She meowed with over-dramatic excitement lacing her voice.

The flame colored tom wok up with the excited voice of his brother, Gingerkit, who was energeticly moving around the nest. The tom was about to stood up to follow his brother when her mother, Littlebrook said that he and Sparkit wanted to sleep. How could he sleep when there was outside a whole world to discover? "I don't wanna sleep anymore, mommy!" He meowed, standing up and jumping toward Gingerkit, playfully. "Together we will defeat any Thunderclan intruder, right Gingerkit? We will be the best warriors in all Shadowclan, just like dad!"
Firekit's ears perked with curiosity when he heard something about Flamestrike and a patrol. "Momma! Can we go outside and see dad? I really want to see the warriors doing their duties!" The kit bounced excited around Littlebrook's paws, begging for her permission. Firekit admired his father as much as he admired the leader. He just wanted to be like them one day, once he was bigger.