children are the root of all evil (c)

wolfkit

kit | shadowclan

Wolfkit rarely strayed from his family group. And by rarely, that meant never. If he did, he was oft called back in a heartbeat because they knew he was about to do something needlessly stupid or cruel. He still never got the chance to plant a wad of dung in the warriors den back home. He tried with ants. That was fun. And yet here he was, trudging toward the stormy looking kit that he had heard whispers about.

"Oi," He called out, taking a second to glance behind him to make sure none of his siblings had trailed after him. Or Silverhawk or Mama. They'd drag him back by the fluff of his tail. "You're Owlkit, right? The one Leopardstar was givin' out to?"

If this kit was also inclined to a bit of troublemaking, a paw needed to be held out. Whether it would be a shake or a swipe, he'd soon find out. "I'm Wolfkit."

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