Blackkit needs a secret l[o]ver!!! (tom-kits only)

Blackkit had snuck out of camp, and was padding along the ThunderClan border, bored out of her mind. She at least wished she could talk to someone

She noticed the little golden-brown kit on the other side of the ShadowClan border. He must have snuck out like me! she thought, giddy with excitement. "Hello!" She called, waving her tail. "What's your name?"

She purred, her black ears twitching. "I'm Blackkit!" She padded up the the border and sat down with her tail curled over her paws. "Did you sneak out of camp too?"

She perked up her ears. "I know! Being a kit is so boring!"

She laid down at the border. "Me too. I have to wait a whole nother moon!" She scratched her claws through the ground in frustration. "Plus these stupid borders, and stupid rules that say kits can't leave camp!" She sighed.

Blackkit kinked her tail over her head. "I don't understand why they do that," she mumbled. She scratched her ear.

She shook her head. "Maybe we can make a change in the rules," she suggested thoughtfully.

She started pacing back and forth, tail lashing. "Yes. But how?" She mewed, blinking her huge gray eyes at him. "Any ideas?"

She sat down, looking defeated. "The leaders won't listen to us anyway. But who cares? We can do what we want!" She licked a paw and drew it over her ear. "Anyway, what do you guys do in ShadowClan?"

Blackkit purred. "I asked you first," she mewed, flicking her tail. "But okay. We hunt and catch prey and start training at 6 moons--which I think is unfair, because I have moons to wait--and we take care of our elders and they tell us stories. And we get to sit around, stuck in camp and play games."