Friendship time!!! (C)

Burntkit trotted around the camp, humming to himself. What if he snatched one of the moss nests from the apprentice den while they weren’t looking? He chuckled, at his idea. He was quite mischievous and often got into multiple hijinks. He clumsily dropped to the ground while trying to be ‘stealthy,’ though he looked like a three-legged rabbit. “Oof!” He sighed, picking himself up and scowling at how his plans for mischief had FAILED!!!. Rubbed in the dirt… JUST LIKE HIS FACE!

He clawed at the ground with his tiny kit paws, grunting in clear kit ANGER. He was going to make this patch of dirt PAY. After he had made a fair-sized hole in it, which was barely deep, he felt a sensation of pride for his formidable work. He still wanted to create a tripping hazard for some cat to get their paws stuck together or something like that. Awesome stuff like that made him feel really cool!

He suddenly felt his head bump into something bigger. “Who’s there?!” he squeaked, staring up at the cat he had bumped into. He flicked his ears straight and saw it was the warrior Swiftheart. “Hi…” he meowed, fur standing on end. Was she going to punish him for causing a tripping hazard? That was what the little kit wondered, but he was far off. He thought his pit was dug into the dark forest, but it was simply a few pawfuls of ground, barely making a dent. It looked tiny and pathetic at that.