Mistykit waggled her paws at the wad of moss in front of her. "When are we becoming apprentices again, Nightfang?" The silver tabby rolled over onto her back and sighed in extreme boredom.
Another kit, obviously older padded over. "Any day now, Mistykit. We just need for Wrathstar to call an apprentice ceremony." He sat down next to her and swatted at her tummy.
"And she grabs the ball and SCORES!!!" A fluffy gray kit with playful, blue eyes scampered in with a mouse between her jaws. She tossed it across the clearing right into Mistykit's paws. "Oops....sorry Mistykit," she purred, "Hello Nightfang."
The older kit, Nightfang, dipped his head. "Why are you playing with your food?"
Cinderkit rolled her eyes. "Are you, like, my mother? I'm BORED, isn't that obvious? No kit wants to play with me."
