Sparks of friendship (c)

Foxkit was lounging outside the nursery, enjoying the sunshine and languishing in a rare moment of drowsiness, when paws suddenly bore down heavily on his tail. He rolled away with a yelp, tail thwiping away from his assailant. He didn’t have to spin around to see who it was--Mistykit had done a fine job of announcing herself with her… ferocious battle cry. Foxkit looked at her through narrowed eyes and huffed, ”Whadda you think you’re doing?” His tail lashed once before a grin started to form on his muzzle. Foxkit crouched down and his haunches wiggled in the air. ”Best warrior in the forest? Don’t kid yourself. That’s gonna be me, obviously.” He had to be SkyClan’s best warrior. For Harespring. With that and a barky laugh, Foxkit gathered his weight and sprang, throwing himself full-force into Mistykit to roll her over into the dirt.

Foxkit took the blows with Mistykit, wrestling against her until he was able to pin her to the ground. He grinned down at her, all teeth, and even a repeat battering from her hind legs didn’t encourage him to move. His stomach was getting sore, sure, but he was determined. ”As if,” he sniffed. ”I’ll be an apprentice before you, and a warrior first, too. They’ll give me all the apprentices because I’ll be older and cooler than you. I bet they’ll stick you on elder duty forever, or something.”