Kit-xcited (c)

The beams of sun burst into the nursery, providing it with rays of light. It was afternoon, and the other kits were playing outside the moss-covered nursery, leaving Burntkit left in the dim-lighted den. He was lazing around in his usual boredom. He desperately wanted to be out in the forest, traversing through the hunting grounds, catching mice and squirrels, or to go on a patrol. But instead, he was confined to camp, limiting his access to the outside forest he wanted to explore.

He groggily got up, his tiny little paws aching. Even when he was this little, he bet he could climb the largest pine tree in the whole of ShadowClan! He slowly made his way out of the nursery, trying hard to adjust to the harsh light of the sun. StarClan forbid, Green-leaf was parching! He squinted out and grumpily padded to the fresh-kill pile, and snatched a vole, munching it to the bone. He wasn’t wrong; life was boring.