Kits Are Going to Be Kits...

An oddly crisp gust of wind flooded the Riverclan nursery, shrouding most of it's inhabitants in a temporary chill. Not many stirred, as most kits and queens were enjoying their morning sleeping and lounging during this odd period between leaf-bare and new-leaf; Pikekit was not one of them. Pikekit, although fairly new to the world, was never one for the cramped and musky atmosphere of the nursery even on a good day.

As the chill settled over nursery Pikekit shivered, eventually deciding to squeeze his way out of his mother's nest. With nothing better to do, and becoming increasingly bored of the quietness of the going-ons of the mothers and his peers, Pikekit decided to step outside of the nursery and croutch outside of it's entrance, anxious to watch the rest of the camp begin to stir in the early morning mist.

Nightwolf was in a tight ball in the middle of camp. He perked his head up and yawned before getting up onto his paws. Stormbringer hadn't given him anything to do so he decided to go to the nursery to see if any kits wanted to play. When he saw a kit watching from the nursery entrance, his tail began wagging. "Hiya I'm Nightwolf. Wanna play?" Asked Nightwolf.

OOC: This topic is open right?

Streamkit saw a warrior who seemed to be wanting to play with the other kits. Streamkit shrugged, and thought: It must be some of the other kits. No one has ever invited me to play before, especially a warrior. Streamkit had an unusually long tail that sometimes would trip the other kits, therefore making them annoyed with her.