the kitten was... well, young enough that no one really knows who he is. a mystery to everyone of every his abouts appeared. the bicolor kitten was a favorite of of his siblings, to his parents. as he assumed, anyhow. nightfall was his mother and he liked her. that was enough. as all kittens, they are awfully loud, adventuresome, very excited, and want to have everyone's attention. and that was fishkit.
a natural born leader, and work oriented kitten. fishkit wasn't trouble enough to have such ideas small kitten running off, and getting into trouble. instead, he enjoyed the sweet comforting kitten life he had.. well to enjoy. he already knew he needed to get his muscles into tune before his apprenticeship. that's where the hard stuff starts. he was about 5 months old, and he already started fights with npc kittens and getting sent to the medicine cat den for rough play.
he bit his lip, in interest of want the older kitten could do. he could run around, get his legs in action--his siblings were more keen to play around and 'spar'.