The Big Wide World (Open)

Tinykit pranced out of the den of kits. It was so cramped! He never understood why he needed to stay there, why couldn't he just sleep in a den of his own? He wanted to run and explorer and have the time of his life outside this little camp. Alas, mom said no. Something about danger or something? He wasn't really listening. He trotted along, feeling like the leader of the world, even though he was a kit, and half the size of the average at that.

He felt like an amazing hunter though, he knew he could be. So now, it was time to test his theory... By picking a random spot on the ground and pouncing on in to see if he could catch the little animal he imagined there. Okay, he found a spot with some dead grass. Slowly he crept up (making a bit of noise but prey doesn't pay that much attention right?), and leaped on that unsuspecting little bit of air. "I caught it!" He exclaimed a little too loudly, feeling ever so slightly embarrassed after. He forgot about it in a few seconds, and started trying to catch his little imaginary pieces of prey again, each one miraculously being caught. His tail flicked playfully, having the time of his life.

Tinykit pounced on quite a few patches of air by now, but he wasn't bored. He kept leaping, training for when he would be a warrior. He could already picture it. Being a greatest warrior ever to exist, as he would catch all the biggest and best things. He crept closer to the next set of "prey" he was going to catch, when suddenly a voice broke through his focus.

At first he felt a slight annoyance at the fact that this other cat broke his concentration, but then he looked at the fluffy she-cat and listened to her words and was awestruck by her power to have already actually caught a real live animal. "Whoa," He couldn't help but exclaim. He smiled at the chance to have a new playmate too. "Could you teach me?"

"Yay!" Tinykit happily exclaimed as the she-cat told him she would teach him. He grinned, attempting to look cool, but instead it looked like a goofy, slightly over excited smile. He watched intently as Iriskit showed her impressive warrior-like skills. There was a little bit of a crunchy sound as her fur hit the sticks, but Tinykit thought she was so quiet and had a brilliant form.

"Oh," He exclaimed, "I think I've been rushing a little too much. I need to start waiting for those little bugs to be very unaware." He followed her stance. A little wobbly at first, but eventually became steady. He glanced over at his friend. His stance was similar to hers, but definitely more wobbly. He didn't understand before that staying in a stance for a while could make a kit so off balance. "Is this okay?"