I don’t wanna go with the big kids (o)

The Norwegian forest, remained silent like a shadow, sulking across the trees. Vixenkit's eyes, glinting in fear, of leaving the camps. She was more of the introverted type, lurking away from all of the warriors and apprentices. Sometimes they may have side-eyed her, but she ignored them. Windclan was the lowest clan in numbers, and this made it seem the weakest. She kept her paws tapping on the ground, quiet, tensing her haunches. Where would Windclan go now, Vixenkit thought? It seemed futile to survive, but the clan thought otherwise. She glared at the ground, continuing to pad around the trees. It all seemed so big. She didn't seem ready to be an apprentice, though she was probably going to become one very soon. She leaped past a rock covered in moss, staying a bit far but still close enough to Windclan's group of huddling cats.

Kestrelchirp's eyes caught movement at the right time, drawing his gaze to a kit hopping behind the rock. Concerned, the warrior immediately moved to action. Covering the distance at a rapid pace, Kestrelchirp found the rock the kit was hiding behind and cocked his head quizzically. "What are you doing?" He questioned, calmly with no anger but just curiosity.

"I wanna go back to .. windclan" was the only words Vixenkit could say. She spoke the truth, missing her old home was all she could think of. Even in the harsh season, she just wanted to curl up in her nest, doze away, and play with the other cats. She felt so weak in territory no one knew of; it seemed so weird and uncomfortable, not to mention the weather. Twolegs were intruding on WindClan's territory too; it was all confusing for a kit. Vixenkit couldn’t make heads or tails about it, so all she could do was show her fear and how timid she was, especially around cats bigger than her.