When Shrike is away Thornkit will play {Open to all}

The wind was blowing rather strongly around the camp and Thornkit couldn’t take it staying inside the nursery any longer he wanted to have an adventure! And see all the things the older kits and apprentices were seeing. The half rouge kit had grown impatient and hearing whispers about rouges intrigued him, maybe one of them was his mother! He licked his overlong canines, He Figured he could sneak out and find her and ask why she didn’t come with him to windclan.. why did she leave him.— He headed towards the dirt place intending to make an escape there, no one would think twice about him heading there .

A relatively uninteresting day stretched out before the molly, one comprised of the headache of organising patrols and taking her apprentice out, a tom who had the tendency to be gently impatient. As the sun settled overhead, a warm wind wrestled its way through the dip of moorland WindClan made their camp in, and she fought off a crinkle of her nose at the moderately greasy feeling it imbued into her fur. Heronfeather took little pleasure in hot weather, preferring the gentle warmth of a newleaf or leaf-fall sun, one that was generally accompanied by cooler winds that suited her thick fur much more. Shaking out her pelt, she began to ponder on who to assign for tonight's border patrol before noticing a familiar snaking tail disappearing into the shrubbery of the dirt-place tunnel. A tail she wouldn't normally be suspicious of due to the size, but she knew better than that.

Shrikecall's kit had been a recent point of contention in the clan, his maternal origins largely unknown but his features resembling her former apprentice had been helpful in providing some insight of who the parents were. The deputy didn't care, Shrikecall was rather close to family, much like his mother who had recently spent every waking moment rambling about the disrespect displayed by ShadowClan's new leader, Magpiewing. Or maybe Magpiestar, the molly was sure Brindlestar would somehow know his new name by now. However the tomkit had displayed himself to be a trouble maker, and shown some level of fondness towards her adopted son Yewkit, and he seemed to be displaying his own rebellious streak as his tail-tip disappeared out of sight. Heronfeather immediately followed, annoyance bubbling in her chest at the danger the kit could be putting himself in.

Within heartbeats she had caught up to the kit, standing tall above him with her oversized tail twitching in anger, blocking him from proceeding onto the moorland any further. "What in StarClan's name do you think you're doing, Thornkit?" the molly asked, olive eyes narrowing as she awaited a response.

Thornkit has been rather pleased with himself at how well he had managed to sneak out, his fluffy little tail spiking up with excitement as he took in the vastness of the moorland it was huge so much larger then the camp and nursery and the sky! It looked like it stretched forever! His eyes were wide as he tried to take in everything all at once, the sound of the wind in the heather the scents of the flowers and camp behind him. It was all so much for a moment he was overwhelmed, this was just like the stories He was told by his grandmother and the other warriors who visited the nursery sometimes . He felt a calling a pull towards the unknown despite his small fear he was itching to explore to run off and see what the world had to offer him— and suddenly he loomed over by a shadow and a large twitching tail . The kit stiffened and arched his little back eyes wide with surprised and guilt, as he looked up
At heronfeather. Oh no .. he was busted ... where was yewkit when you needed him he would be able to talk them out of trouble .

“.. I- uh I was going on an adventure .. “ he squeak, scuffling his paws as he nervously ran a tongue over tiny little fangs . “.. I wanted to go on adventures like father and the other warriors do.. and..” he took a deep breath. “I wanted to find my mom..” he admitted .