Golden sun rays(open)

A small, long-furred kit stumbled out of the nursery, her fur everywhere as wide blue eyes with amber flecks took in the camp for the first time. The small she-kit fumbled out past the nursery exit and into the sun rays of a cool leaf-fall day, small sturdy paws smacked confidently into the ground as she took in the sights.

Goldenkits eyes flickered onto a leaf that flittered into camp, and her claws were unsheathed and she was leaping on it in an instant, her eyes flickering across it, looking at every vein and colour that decorated the plant. The she-kit quickly became disinterested with the red and orange leaf and released it, the wind sweeping it away once more. Huffing Goldenkit pattered towards each and every den, peering in and looking around for a moment before skittering away.

What was a kit ta do?

Wolfkit was sunbathing on a rock outside the nursery as he heard someone walking around camp. He opened he's eyes and lifted he's head up, looking around.
He saw a new kit walking around camp and looking into each den.

Wolfkit looked at her for awhile before closing he's eyes and lowerd he's head.

"What-chu starin' at scrub?" Goldenkit didn't even look at Wolfkit as she snorted at the kit, before turning dramatically and bounding over to the older kit, he weirded her out a fair bit. But that hair-raising feeling she got when she neared him was the most annoying thing in the world, just because he creeped her out didn't mean she wanted to show it! Goldenkit slapped Wolfkit on the nose promptly before skittering away with a triumphant 'humph!'

He stod up infront of her and hissed, then quickly tackling her and holding her down. He stared at her with a grin.

Goldenkit squeaked as she tumbled back, little claws unsheathing in her shock as she rolled on her back. Wide eyes stared up at the fluffy black kit, the creepy grin stretching across his mouth. Goldenkits own fluffy fur fluffed out and she kicked at his underbelly, "Get off me! You're weird and creepy! I don't want to play with you anymore! HEELLLP IM BEING BULLIEEED" Goldenkit shrieked, wiggling wildly in her efforts to escape.

Nutfur was padding out of the warrior's den when she heard the distressed shriek of a kit. Running over to the source of the noise, she saw an older kit pinning down a younger one. Worried, she ran over to the two of them, and gently prodded them apart. Right now, it just seemed like one of them had just gone a little overboard in a play fight, and the other one didn't like that.
"Okay, okay. There is no need to attack a clanmate, unless you're playing or practicing. It's against the warrior code. But you have to understand that this is just a game," she explained to them, trying to come off as friendly as she could. "My name is Nutfur, and I'm a warrior. What are your names?"

"Wolfkit" he answerd quietly and started walking back towards the rock he had just been sunbathing on a moment ago.
He jumped up on the rock and layed down again, he glared at the kit for awhile before closing he's eyes and laying he's head down.

"Well IIII'm Goldenkit and I know what playin' is! This weirdo doesn't, look at him all he did was smile like a creep! He probably enjoyed bullying me! Hmmph!" Goldenkit huffed, her nose pointing into the air snobbishly as she lashed her tail. Bounding around she stood behind Nutfur's legs.

He growled quietly for himself as he heard what the kit said. He opend one eye and glared at her.

Swanpaw saw kits not far from the nursery, and a warrior, and made her way over. "What's going on here?"

Cloudstone watched the proceedings from the entrance of his den, his dark eyes occasionally losing focus of the kits to stare at a point in midair. Icepaw's recent death weighed heavily on the black tom, and he could only assume after so many apprentices he'd had that he was cursed. The accompanied death of Fishstar also put a new weight in his gait. The end of an era, and the beginning of another. While he had not agreed with much of the late leader's tactics, at least he was used to them; the newly named Ivystar was still an enigma. Realizing he was drifting off again, the medicine cat sat straighter and focused on the two young kits. For a reason he couldn't pin down, the wild-furred she-kit drew his attention. What was she doing? He couldn't quite hear what was going on, but it seemed that she and the tom kitten had scuffled a bit.

Wolfkit opend his other eye and looked at Swanpaw. He then stared at the kit for a little only because he knew that she didnt like it.