Dear Future Husband [closed]

Thistlekit was practically green with envy as of late. She was still stuck in the nursery with her badger of a mother while the lucky Foxpaw was out exploring the forest and hunting and doing whatever else apprentices did. It wasn't fair! She and the rest of her littermates were just as big and capable of handling themselves and yet they were stuck in camp all day with nothing to do. Sprawling out onto her back with a loud huff of discontent, the fluffy she-kit found herself staring up at the gaps in the nursery ceiling with a brooding expression. However, after a few heartbeats of sulkily staring up at the brambles that arched up above her, she found herself finally able to devise a plan.

Scrambling to her paws in excitement, Thistlekit found herself hastily skipping out of the nursery, doing her best to refrain from disturbing Specklefang or her littermates. If she couldn't go out of camp herself, then she would just pester her brother into telling her what everything outside of camp was like. Feeling much more confident in her plan, the kit hurriedly skittered towards the apprentice's den with her tail proudly lifted. Halting just shy of the entrance to the den, she found herself straining to pick out the golden fur of her only brother. "Foxpaw?" Thistlekit finally called softly, her bright eyes going wide as she practically stomped into the den in search of her brother, "Where are you?"