Thorns of a Thistle |Open|

Thistlekit looks around, watching other kits, a moss ball rolls over to her, she batts at the moss ball, "I will be the best warrior!" She mews, "I will be the leader!"

Duskkit watched as the mossball he was playing with rolled right out of his paws and was flung across the camp. Oh no! He tried to dash after it and stop it, but it had simply too much of a head start, and Duskkit was still simply too small. The small chocolate tabby watched in horror as the crumbly ball went right up to another kit and hit her. Oh no! Thankfully though, it didn't seem like it mattered that much, as she then just batted it away without a care in the world. Mossball now mostly forgotten, he came up to the other kit. "Oh I'm so sorry, it just flew out of my paws like a bird! It didn't mess with you any, did it?" He asked, worried.

But then she started talking about becoming the best warrior and leader, which caused Duskkit to stop. What? No, she couldn't be the best Shadowclan warrior, because he was going to be the best Shadowclan warrior! "Haha, that's funny!" he laughed, goodnaturedly. "But I'm going to be the best. Don't worry though, you could be second best! We can be the best together!" Duskkit offered, chest puffed out proudly.

Thistlekit looks at him with amusement in her eyes,"Sure!" She meowed,"If you become leader, I'll be deputy!"