Icekit underfoot [OPEN]

Icekit bounded out of the nursery, not bothering to look around as he made his way to the fresh-kill pile. His mother had said it was time for his first taste of fresh-kill! In his excitement, he bumped into a bigger cat, tumbling backwards. He hissed, lashing his tail
"Hey!" He mewed, despite knowing fully well it was his fault.

"Hey yourself." Flintpaw frowned, whiskers twitching with amusement. He couldn't decide whether he wanted to be annoyed or entertained by the kit.
"Where were you zooming off to kit?" The gray tabby cocked his head with a smirk, letting a short breath escape his nose.

He sat back on his haunches, wondering when the small tom had been born. I can't have been that oblivious... Flintpaw thought, feeling as if he had missed many a crucial moment during the moon he spent mourning his late sister. A whole kit born and I didn't even know... With a pang of sadness, Flintpaw realized he really had been absent from Thunderclan life during that time. And although the apprentice held a silent grudge against his birthclan for his sister's death, this kit seemed to spark a small appreciation for Thunderclan, one he hadn't felt in a long time.