Flashkit's First Day Out [Open]

This was the most terrified he had ever been in his life. Granted, life was a relatively new experience— but, nonetheless, he was terrified. Today was to be Flashkit’s first day venturing out of the nursery.
The brown and white splashed kit perched nervously at the mouth of the nursery, his large, rabbit-like ears alert for the first sign of danger despite being told a hundred times over by his mother that the windswept camp was the safest place on the whole moor. But the stories he’d heard about the dangers that lurked outside the safe walls of his birthplace made him hesitate.
His father, Hawkclaw, in the few times he’d visited his son, had told terrible stories of foxes, dogs, and hawks. Meadowspring had used these stories to keep him close to her belly— and it had worked. But recently, Flashkit had hit a bit of a growth spurt; he had begun to grow like a bramble bush, and it was decided that he was ready to leave the nest.
Just as he was about to turn tail and hide in the safety of his soft, warm nest, Flashkit was firmly pushed from behind— his mother had finally had enough of waiting— and the kit tumbled forward into the center of camp in a flail of gangling limbs.
His graceless leap into the beginning of the rest of his life in WindClan was halted shortly after it had barely begun as he fell and collided with some poor, unsuspecting cat.

Heatherpaw padded around camp, having nothing to do. While walking around the nursery, Heatherpaw felt something collide with her. “Wha—oomph—“ Heatherpaw stumbled back, shaking her cream fur with tan point, she looked down in surprise. “Oh! Hello! I’m sorry about that!” Backing away, she examined the small kit. He was really young, and sat down to make him feel more comfortable. “What’re you doing out here?”

Flashkit awkwardly scrambled back onto his paws. He looked up at Heatherpaw with wide green eyes that reflected a mixture of embarassment and awe. He dipped his head shyly and scuffed at the dry ground beneath him with a lanky forepaw.
"Hello, I'm Flashkit, and I'm old enough to leave the nursery," he mumbled with a rehearsed ease. He had practiced what he'd say to any new cat he'd met that day-- he didn't want to be unprepared for anything. With a curious flick of his tail, he glanced back up at her. "Are you an apprentice? What's it like? Is it scary outside camp? Are there really dogs and foxes and-- and hawks?" Remembering where he was, Flashkit crouched down and looked up nervously at the sky as if one of those horrible birds he'd heard so much about would come swooping down upon them at any moment. But to his genuine surprise, the sky was clear, and it was the deepest blue he'd ever seen.

Heatherpaw laughed, waving it away. “It’s fine! I wasn’t looking anyways!” Heatherpaw was about to stand up and leave, when the little kit suddenly bombarded her with questions about being an apprentice. Letting out a soft purr, Heatherpaw sat down once more and answered his questions to the best of her abilities. “Well, yes I am an apprentice, it’s not that scary out of camp. In fact, the moor is beautiful. Uh...yes, there are predators but I’ve yet encountered any. Don’t worry! If a hawk comes swooping down, I’m sure the warriors would be able to catch you!”

Flashkit slowly turned his gaze from the sky back to Heatherpaw, his large ears perked as he listened attentively to the older she-cat. Doubt still clawed at the back of his mind, but the confidence of her words helped ease the worst of his worries. He stood up and gave himself a hearty shake to dust off his pelt. He opened his mouth to ask Heatherpaw even more questions, but the familiar voice of his mother, Meadowspring, called out from the otherside of the clearing.
"Flashkit! Stop bothering the apprentices and come get something to eat."
The prospect of filling his belly was too good to pass up. With a friendly wave of his tail to Heatherpaw, the kit went off with an excited skip in his step.