The nursery was so boring. So, so tedious, dull, monotonous-- there were not enough words for how annoying other kits were. Maybe he was just as annoying himself, but Garkit was not sure he really gave a rat's tail. He forced his way out of the crowded den full of kits and queens and noise and rabble. The orange tom-kit was so, so beyond sick of being cramped in there. His mother didn't even do much besides sleep, anyway, she wouldn't notice his absence for some time.
So, he wandered around the clearing of the camp for a few moments, rapidly realizing there wasn't actually anything for him to do out there, either. The orange kit flopped onto his back and let out a self-suffering groan. "There's absolutely nothing to do," he whined to nobody in particular, immediately praying nobody actually noticed as soon as he spoke, given that he didn't actually want to speak to anyone.