Stormy Skies

(OOC: done on mobile, excuse any mistakes! )

"Go on, go play," Greywillow urged, pushing her kit out of the safety of the nursery. Stormkit stumbled a little, unsteady on his paws, but eventually slipped his way out into the open camp. Large round eyes took in everything to see at once, mouth parted in awe. He had been outside the nursery before but seeing camp fully always left him feeling awestruck. There was just so much...Maybe he was just easily amused. But that meant outside of camp would be even greater. The blue-gray tom-kit smiled to himself at the thought. Hopefully he would become an apprentice soon so he could go outside of camp!

For now, though, Stormkit was content with batting around a small pinecone he found near the nursery. He didn't have many friends, so this would have to do. He wasn't the best at talking to other cats anyway.

The pleasant heat of the soft earth was kept bearable by the slow-crawling tendrils of cool shade, the cavernous roof of the crumbling cave easily fending off the worst of the early afternoon sun. Delicately freckled nose purposely tucked beneath the soft cushion of her tail, Acornpaw's slight frame curled in upon herself even deeper- drowsily making a muffled sound of protest at the sudden chatter of voices in camp. After an early morning spent bending head over haunches at the leisure of Sorrelwing, her limited allotment of nap-time being interrupted was incredibly unfortunate.

Sprawled out along a sun-warmed stone that rested closer to the entrance of the camp, the mottled young molly blearily forced herself to swallow down the worst of her momentary dejection at having being woken so quickly. Scrubbing a slim forepaw against the sleep-wild fur of her narrow face, the little tortoiseshell forced her eyes open in a begrudging attempt to investigate. Golden gaze honeyed with a disarming mixture of drowsiness and curiosity, she was promptly met with the sight of young Stormkit absently straying about by himself.

"You know," Acornpaw eventually rasped out, sleep roughened voice not unkind, "I think that game would be quite a bit more fun if you had others to play with you. Where are your denmates?"

As if on cue, a bundle of ginger fur bounded out of the nursery as fast as little kit paws could manage. Sunkit gave himself a hearty shake and opened his mouth in a large yawn. He blinked a few times in the bright light of day; despite having been asleep only moments before, his amber gaze was bright and already brimming with the excitement that seemed oh so natural for a cat so young. With the precision of a hawk, his gaze immediately locked on to Stormkit. With a chirp of amusement, the scrap of fluff raced over to his denmate.

“Hey! What game are you playing?” He asked, eyeing the pine cone by the gray tom’s paws. "Can I play, too?"

Brightkit blinked open her green eyes just in time to see the end of Sunkit's tail leaving the nursery. She stretched, giving her dilute calico coat a couple quick licks to fully wake herself up; her mother didn't stir, content in her lazy doze. She quickly followed Sunkit out to the rest of the camp.

"Oooh, I wanna play too!" Brightkit chirped as she scampered toward her denmates. Her stubby tail waved wildly as she tripped over her own paws sending her sprawling to the ground. With an annoyed huff she popped back to her feet, gave herself a quick shake and joined them by the pinecone.