Little Bird [Open]

Being cooped up in the nursery was something that Robinkit had never asked for when she was born into this world. Already she had grown larger than some of the other kits; between them and the queens, the young she-kit often felt like she had been stuffed into this den with no room to breathe. Her mother was far too busy talking to another cat to notice as she slipped from the nursery. It wasn't like Branchsnap would care much anyways, her only kit was most certainly old enough to be out on her own now.

As she looked out across the clearing, the number of cats that milled about getting ready for patrols caused a lump to former in her throat. Her once excited step faltered for a brief moment. Even with her impressive size, it would be easy to be stepped on. Besides, she had yet to meet most of the clan. Would they like her? They had to. Mother always said she would be a fine warrior someday, they had to know that too. Swallowing back the fears, she raised her tail high and stalked in the direction of the fresh kill pile. It was decently stocked, with an assortment of birds, squirrels and other things. Robinkit glanced out of the corner of her eyes to keep note of any cat that might be watching her. Meanwhile, she looked through to find the biggest piece of freshkill she could, muttering remarks about each.

"Wow..." She breathed, "I wonder which cat caught this squirrel, it looks like it ate two birds itself..." Before she could say anything else, the shadow of another cat bore down on her. Robinkit looked up immediately, catching their gaze, "Who are you?"

Lilypaw had headed over to grab a piece of fresh kill. She had seen a kit there, and smiled. She liked meeting new people. When the startled kit asked who she was, she looked down at her. ”Hi! I’m Lilypaw.” she smiled, sitting down to groom her fluffy tortoiseshell pelt. Her emerald green eyes fixed on the kit. She didn’t know who it was. She waited to be introduced to this young clanmate.