Check This Place Out! [open]

As the morning sun rose in the distance and the frigid air gently caressed the long grass surrounding the camp, Bramblekit stood up, blinked his eyes a few times, and stretched. His short black fur stood in all directions as he shook himself out, gearing up for the day's activities. Without a second thought, the little kit looked back at his mother who was still sound asleep, before giving a small grin and prancing out into the nursery for the first time. Of course, as soon as his eyes cleared up to see the hustle and bustle of the camp, the little kit stopped dead in his tracks with a look of awe. "Whoa..." he breathed.

Laying near the nursery, Cedarfur pried open his closed eyes at the sound of an awestruck kit. Seeing as though the weather was decently chilly because of Leafbare closing in on the clans, he wondered where the Queens were, letting their kits play outside at such a fragile age in their lives. If they stayed outside too long, they'd most likely catch a cold, which wasn't fun for anyone in the clan. Eyes remaining closed with his head resting on his large paws that were laid out in front of him as if he were sleeping, he listened as the kit squeaked out something about about the camp. "You'll get used to it," the abnormally tall, hoarse voiced, tabby tom purred, though it came out a bit louder than he'd imagined.

The raspy voice coming not too far from the small kit made him jump slightly as he reared around to face its origin. When he saw the old tom, Bramblekit suddenly felt a sense of excitement. Bouncing over to Cedarfur, he quickly began prodding into the old cat's personal business. "Who are you?" He asked. "Are you a warrior? Why are you laying here? Aren't there rabbits to catch? Can you play with me?" Curiosity had overtaken him as the endless stream of questions flowed from his mouth.

Opening his eyes as a small paw jabbed at his bony side, Cedarfur lifted his head. Letting out a yawn, he craned his neck around to see which kit was gracing him with their presence. Unsurprisingly, he didn't recognize the young tom, seeing as thought it was difficult now and days to simply keep up with clan life, much less all of the newer kits as well. "I'm Cedarfur, the clan's most senior elder," he purred. While being the clan's most senior cat wasn't necessarily something he enjoyed talking about, he decided that it may be an amusing subject, at least for today's purposes.

"And I don't hunt anymore, so laying here is about the only thing I can do," he chuckled, praying to StarClan that he didn't sound like a total lump on a log, even though if anything, that was exactly what he was. "I suppose I could, but I don't think it'd be very fun," the elder finished, a smile on his muzzle. He hadn't had the joys of playing with kits much recently and while it would be something to do, he didn't know how much his decrepit body could handle, even though the kit was significantly smaller than him.

"Booooring!" A she-kit's voice chimed from behind Cedarfur. Frozenkit's head popped up over his haunches as she climbed her way up to his back with her little claws, although they were perhaps a bit sharper than she realized. She grinned at Bramblekit. She hadn't met him yet, but she'd only been in camp for a few sunrises since travelling over from the den she was born in. Not satisfied with her six littermates, the dark gray kit had decided to see who else she could bother, and here were two perfectly good targets! She launched off of the elder's back at the other kit but fell a bit short. Rolling from her side back to her paws, Frozenkit crouched with her tail in the air like she'd spring at him any moment. "I'm Frozenkit," She announced with a mischievous grin, "and I'm five moons old! Who're you?"

Murkpaw stumbled back into camp, his limbs dragging as he attempted to expend as little energy as possible while still walking. Why does Silverstreak insist on making me go out at sunrise?! There were some kits squeaking at each other off to the side, and he steadfastly ignored them as he collapsed somewhere near the apprentice den, stretching out on the grass. Unfortunately, it was a little too close to the kits for him to not be able to hear them, and so he was forced to continue to listen to their squeaky voices. He narrowed his eyes, glancing over as his tail twitched irritably behind him.

Aspenkit wandered into the sunlight. He had followed Frozenkit out of the nursery out of mostly curiosity. Though he was a mostly noiseless kit, he enjoyed the company of the huge litter she belonged to. He didn't mind standing to the side as they squabbled. He purred quietly and sat down close to Cedarfur, letting the racket amuse him. "Watch out, Sagekit, she'll nip your ears off!"