A playful ball of cotton (open)

Cottonkit was busy rolling around on the ground, with his fur sticking up. His tail tuft was wiggling aggressively, while he wiggled his hind legs. He then pounced forward, his claws grasping onto the leaf he had been aiming for, and totally shredding it into pieces with his thorn-like paws. He then rolled around again on the ground, the shredded leaf collecting up into his fur while he bit onto a bit of moss he'd found on the ground. He was just casually playing almost in the middle of the camp, nearly getting into every cat's way.

Willowshade's white maw rested gently on her also white paws towards the edge of the camp, blue eyes watching the kit rolling around in the sandy dirt. Her typical smirk was more of a soft smile as her eyes followed Cottonkit as he tumbled between the paws of every cat that happened to be anywhere in his remote vicinity. The she-cat had never really foreseen herself having kits, mainly given that she largely had a taste for other she-cats, but with the lack of grown warriors in the Clan, someone had to be mothering these kits. The warrior had found herself effectively adopting the kit, and if she was being honest with herself, she enjoyed it a lot more than she had thought. "Cottonkit, you're gonna get trampled if you don't watch yourself," she drawled, amusement lacing her voice.

Cottonkit simply stuck his tongue out at her in reply, swatting his paws at some nearby warrior who just plainly ignored him. He pulled himself up to his paws, and began tussling with the bit of moss he had found earlier. He'd curl himself around the moss, his back paws kicking into it. He'd growled lowly as he bit it, and then started chewing on it for some reason.