Fat Birds [open]

Dovekit let out an impatient yawn as she leapt out of the nursery, landing in a flurry of soft pink paw pads and fluffy brown fur. "Heavykit!" she squealed, turning in an impatient circle. "Come on!" Her eyes were closed as she bumbled to and fro—she didn't want to risk looking out at camp for the first time without her littermate beside her. Small claws kneaded the ground anxiously; the scents were sweeping into her rapidly twitching pink nose and she knew she couldn't keep her eyes shut for much longer.

Oakkit let out a small growl. Dovekit was screeching again. He had been in the middle of a perfectly good nap, when he heard her calling to her littermate. He sighed. He never had a littermate to call to, he never knew who his family was. His face hardened again. But that still didn't give Dovekit an excuse to wake him up. Pawing his way out of the nursery, he climbed up to where Dovekit was. He then noticed her eyes were half closed. "What do you think you're doing Dovekit?" He asked bewildered.

Ears twitching at the sound of her denmate's voice, she turned to face him—only, she couldn't see, so she instead stared blindly at the nursery's entrance. 

"Oakkit, it's my first time out of camp!" she mewed happily, then with a slight growl mumbled: "Only Heavy can't be bothered to come out." The she-kit paused, allowing her eyes to open slightly so she could see the young tom, struggling to avoid whipping her head around and gaping at the bustling camp. She knew he was older than her and different from the others; he didn't have any particular queen that took care of him, and no littermates beside him, either. "Were you asleep?" she asked, feeling a pang of sudden guilt.

Oakkit softened as he heard Dovekit speak. He knew he was being unnaturally angry, and as such, he calmed down. He was usually stubborn about this kind of stuff, but Dovekit was so kind he didn't want to continue with a battle. "Well, yes I was," he answered, "but I was being too lazy anyhow. So how do you like the camp?" "Or...have you not looked yet?" He added with a teasing smile.

Oakkit's mews made her feel better, and so she straightened, her kit fur flipping ungracefully in the wind. Dovekit could hear the jest in his voice, even with her eyes halfway closed, and she puffed out her white chest, feeling a spurt of independence.

"Y'know," she told him hotly, "I don't need Heavykit. It's his loss." She turned slightly toward the camp, and with a half smile, added, "An' anyway, I got you."

And without another beat, she turned toward the camp, and, letting out a high-pitched purr of excitement, she dashed right into the middle, pouncing on a leaf, dodging in between paws and fresh kill. "Oakkit!" she squealed, ears pricking high on her head, "Come on!"

Oakkit gave a smile, then bounded after Dovekit. Grabbing his own leaf, he purred with joy as he tackled his lead to the ground. "One day, we're going to be doing this with real pretty, and fight real warriors!" He meowed excitedly. "I can't wait!"

Heavykit padded out of the nursery clumsily after his sister wondering how much energy she had. "Dovekit!" He pouted feeling the ground beneath his paws change from that of the nursery. If he was ever going to be useful to Windclan he would learn to navigate through the camp and try to be on good terms with his sister. He walked over in a hasty pace toward Dovekit and Oakkit who were already playing around without him. "Can I play with you too?" He asked, expecting them to accept him into their little game.

Oakkit saw Heavykit coming up behind him and Dovekit. As Heavykit asked to play he nodded. "Alright you guys," he mewed, "catch me if you can!"

Dovekit trotted up to Heavykit, brushing by and regarding him cooly with a simple: "You're late." As Oakkit took off, however, she found herself letting out a squeal, jumping high into the air and landing on her toes, and nudging her older brother, mewing excitedly, "Heavykit! C'mon!" As she dashed toward her friend, crowing, "I'll catch you, you piece of Riverclan dung!" Then, to her littermate, added: "Follow me! The almighty Dovestar will stop him!"

Oakkit looked back, and saw Dovekit was giving chase. He smiled. "You'll never catch me Dovestar!" He mewed, "Oakleaf, deputy of River clan, is too fast for you! Riverclan will take over your clan!" Dodging around cats, he ran and leaped his was around the camp.

Ooc: Apricity, congrats on Dovekit being Dovepaw now! Oakkit is gonna join her soon!

Heavykit was enough fur on his own pelt he could possibly pick up items on the ground without knowing. "Yeah, well Dovestar's deputy Heavystrike will stop you!" He mewed furiously following after the newly made deputy of River clan. He bounded after the tom and followed his sister.

Oakkit grinned mischievously as he ran around the camp, then hid near the nursery. He planned to pounce on Dovekit or Heavykit as soon as they came around, and he leaned back on his haunches.

ooc: thanks! I'll make a few topics for them—hoping they'll stay good friends throughout apprenticeship.

With the protective, large, fluffy brown tabby kit on her heels, Dovekit flounced forward, her young eyes not yet well-ajusted to the busy camp life, a large contrast to the dark nursery. Suddenly, her friend disappeared, and Dove found herself lost in the trodden-grass clearing. A new flow of confidence surged over her as she smelled her brother beside her, and she ran full-speed ahead toward the nursery, shouting, "Oakleaf is no match for Dovestar!"

She was so involved in her brilliant chants that she didn't notice Oak, and fell right into his trap.

The shouts of the fellow kits spurred Talonkit's lengthy body from his once peaceful sleep. I swear to Starclan, he thought irritably. He scowled at the running kits running towards the nursery and him. He yawned, moving to his paws. I am so gonna let them have it, he thought, unfathomably grumpy at his awakening. He may have been a little younger than all of them, but he was growing at a much earlier rate than they had. He was really tall for his age, something that his mother loved to comment on whenever she could.

"Hey," he snapped angrily,"can't you let a cat get some sleep? Shut up with your yammering!" He found he still had heavy amounts of sleep still in his blue eyes as he struggled to get them completely open.

Oakkit leaped on top of Dovekit, tackling her to the ground. Looking around, he saw, Talonkit towering over them, really mad about being woken up. Oakkit was amused. After all, it was only a bit ago he was like this as well. He was positive Talonkit would join in the fun. "Come on Talonpelt!" He mewed, "River Clan is trying to take over Windclan. I'm Oakleaf, River Clan deputy, and these are Dovestar and Heavystrike, Windclan's Leader and deputy. Join us!"