Tumblin' and Bumblin' [c]

Gender: Male
Rank: Kit

("Feral Dialogue")
("Forest Dialogue")

Wigglekit was a well-known troublemaker in the nursery. He often got told off for trampling the younger, smaller kits and was frequently asked to leave the den to find something else to do. Today was no different and, surprising no one, Wigglekit had to be sent out after being caught trying to get some of the young kits to rough-house in the already crowed den. More surprisingly, none of the young kits had been allowed to follow him, which made no sense to Wigglekit! It wasn't like he was a bad influence or anything, right? No, of course he wasn't, they were just crazy.

With a slight roll of his eyes, the brown kit trotted straight into the center of the camp before stopping, trying to find a way to amuse himself. The clearing seemed pretty empty for the most part, however, and Wigglekit let out a dramatic sigh. Clan life was soooooo boring! He wished he could be out in the wild like where his dad came from - where a cat such as himself was supposed to be! These cushy moss nests, the stupid rules and walls did nothing but hold him back!

He wanted adventure, danger, fun! Not whatever this was. He wasn't even going to be allowed out of the camp until he was six whole moons old! What kind of sense did that make!? Wigglekit frowned. He didn't understand these forest cat ways and he probably never would - not after being taught they ways of Hank's wilder life.

Suddenly, the spotted tom's gaze landed on the high rock, an imposing structure even to a half wild kit such as himself. A bolt of excitement went through the young kit as an idea began to form in his mind. He could climb it! No kit - as far as he knew - had ever climbed to the top of the high rock before! It would be just like climbing a mountain...or what he assumed a mountain was like.