Howling Winds [Feral Litter: Hank]

Gender: Male
Rank: Kit

("Feral Language")

Wigglekit, true to his name, never stopped moving. He was a flying ball of fur, his large paws hardly touching the ground as he raced around the clearing in front of the nursery, tail streaming behind him as he went. The speckled tabby ran a circle around his father, his energy so endless that it seemed as if he would never stop moving. Then, with a loud whump, the tom-kit slammed into the legs of a passing warrior, who turned to him with an annoyed glare and shooed him away, back toward the nursery.

The young tom, suddenly cowed, trotted back to Hank's side, his chest heaving from the exertion of running around for so long. He was much larger than some of the other kits and many warriors and Thunderclan cats looked at him and the others with narrowed eyes but, for the most part, the clan was welcoming toward him and his littermates. Perhaps it was because their mother was gone?

He spotted Crocuskit flopped over Hank's back and slumped against their dad's side before sliding to the ground beside the massive tom. With a loud purr, Wigglekit rubbed his head against Hank's shoulder - perhaps a bit rougher than necessary - and smiled toothily up at the older tom. "Da! I'm so fast - did you see!" Wigglekit definitely took after his father and preferred to speak in their wild tongue, even if it made the other's look at him funny.

Grinning, Wigglekit turned his attention to Crocuskit, his tail thumping against the well-trodden ground with excitement. She looked soooooo sleepy...it would be a shame if someone were to disturb her. The young kit absolutely adored his siblings and even more than that, he loved playing with them! Crocuskit was being lazy right now though, he'd have to fix that! Whiskers trembling, Wigglekit lifted himself onto his hind paws and placed his front paws on Hank's flank to peer over him at his sister.

"Crocuskit! Why're you laying there? I wanna play!" He dug one leg into Hank's side and reached over him with a paw to bat playfully at Crocuskit's ears. How silly to sleep when there was playing to be done! Wigglekit continued to absently swat at his sister's ears as he looked around thoughtfully. Life in Thunderclan was good, his family was good, but he couldn't help but feel like something was missing.

Gender: Male
Rank: Kit

("Feral Language")

Wigglekit lifted his gaze, paws stilling in their assault of Crocuskit's ears, and swiveled his head to pinpoint Turtlekit's voice. Ah - there! His brother was saying something about not bothering Crocuskit, which had the spotted tom tilting his head to the side, confused. Bothering? Turtlekit had it all wrong! He wasn't bothering Crocuskit! He was encouraging her to play! How were lazy kits supposed to get fit and prepare themselves for a life in the forest?

However, Wigglekit didn't get a chance to explain his reasoning before Turtlekit's teeth found his tail, nipping and pulling at it. He let out a shocked whine before slithering off of Hank's back, his attention on his brother now. "I gueessss. But It'll have to be a pretty good..." He trailed off, watching with obvious amusement as Turtlekit suddenly tripped, falling backwards in a messy bundle of legs and tail.

Letting out a loud mrreow of laughter, Wigglekit bounded toward Turtlekit, but his path was cut short by a fluffy body slamming into him. "Woah, hey!" He craned his neck back just in time to see Vinekit, his other brother, exclaiming something about a badger attack! He wriggled and squirmed under the other kit, trying to tug his head away and save his poor ears from further attack. "Dumb badger! You picked on the wrong cat!" He announced, and with a sudden jerk of his body, Wigglekit rolled to the side, sending Vinekit to the ground beside him.

Just as he began to get to his paws, Crocuskit appeared at his side, her massive paw swiping across his battered ears. With a playful growl, the dusky kit whirled on his sister, brothers momentarily forgotten. "Sister! Help me take down the badger!" He would forgive her for her attack...the main threat was the Vinekit-badger! He looked over at Turtlekit, the poor guy, and ran over to help him to his paws. "You too! This badger won't fight itself!" No longer would he be the target of his littermate's attacks! Oh no, he would rally them together to defeat the dangerous creature!