A new kit fresh out of the nursery (open)

Wolfpaw hurt everywhere. Ever since becoming an apprentice, he'd been on his paws non-stop, training, hunting, learning, and it was glorious. He was well on his way to learning everything it took to be a warrior, and even the near-constant ache as his body adjusted to all the activity wasn't enough to dampen the dark apprentice's determination to be the best.

He was just waking up when he heard the sound of voices in the apprentice den, and Wolfkit opened his eyes just in time to see Honeypaw drawn away from the mouth of the den by their two younger siblings. Though he was reluctant to leave the warmth of his nest at first, curiosity got the better of him, and Wolfpaw stretched with a pained groan before padding to the entrance. His siblings were galloping around the clearing in a game of tag, and while Wolfpaw had no real desire to join them, he was content to watch from the shelter of the overhang.

That was, until, he spied his father lounging near the nursery. With a purr, Wolfpaw sauntered over, rubbing his cheek along Spottedstar's shoulder before settling down beside him, the apprentice's dark pelt melding into the leader's spotted one. He didn't say anything, just reveled in the few (that would be undoubtedly brief) moments the leader got to rest and relax with his children.