Camp Talk {OPEN TO EVERYONE, CLANWIDE THREAD, C'MON AND JOINNN!}

Crowwatcher laughed a bit.

"Well, I'm going to take a nap," she meowed, yawning. Goldenfire licked Crowwatcher's cheek once more before disappearing into the warriors den.

He smiled and nodded. He padded over to the fresh-kill pile and got a rabbit.

Lightsky poked her head out of the warriors den. "I guess it's safe to come out now," she meowed, lashing her tail.

Crowwatcher looked around the camp.

Larchkit padded out of the nursery, amber gaze dark. She scanned the camp, seeing Lightsky, Crowwatcher, Skypaw, Bramblefire and Robin to be some of the only cats around. The black she-kit scampered over to Crowwatcher, running underneath his legs in an attempt to knock him over.

The black tom smiled and fell over. "Hello there." he meowed.

"Hi," Larchkit grumbled. She was surprised that Crowwatcher wasn't the slightest bit afraid of her; she was surprised that he had forgotten all about the scars she had made on the faces of so many WindClanners.

"What are you so grumpy about?" Crowwatcher asked Larchkit.

"I'm in punishment again," Larchkit hissed, stalking over to a patch of tall grass and sitting down in it.

Windstorm sighed as the sun danced on his tuxedo-like fur. He groomed his huge white paw, and when he got one with that paw he groomed the other. Windstorm sat up, letting the wind brush against his sleek fur. His home was amazing and he loved it, and would never ever betray it. Smiling as he looked up at the sun, he quickly looked away, every time he blinked he was little black dots which made him qiggle. Windstorm was humorous to himself, he was humorous any way he could be, that's what most cats really liked about him.. All Windstorm cared about, was the approval of his clanmates.

Stepping tentatively from the entrance of the nursery, a cream colored kit with large blue eyes would appear, a small smile creeping on her lips as she came to a stop. Being a full cat-length away from the den she had known as home for her short life, her head would twist around on her shoulders, checking for the companion who she had agreed to play with. As no sight of them came, the little kit would simply give a small shrug before returning her head to a more natural position. Her round oculars would scan over the camp, taking in it's size before she would ponder of what to play.

Clans would be good, we have a lot of space if we don't bump into warriors. Or Mossballl! We could throw it really far out here!

Her smile would grow wider as she went over the possibilities of the games she could play, her small tail waving slightly behind her. Her darker ear would flick, turning to face the main entrance of camp, her staring in awe at it. Sure, she had been into the clearing before, but that was only when she would sneak out after her mother, hoping not to get caught out. It never worked though, her mother had seemed to be on a mission to keep her from the clearing. Now that her mother had left though...

I can be out here as long as I want!

DragonKit a tiny half moon old iron grey tom kit with black legs and a darker grey stripe from his nose to his tail tip he has faded black eyes with yellow flecks showing he was blind he was very small for his age but he padded uncertainly after his new cream colored friend.

DragonKit sat down next to them and mewed "Is camp big?"

She would give a toothy grin as the scent of Dragonkit filled her glands, her twisting her head around once more. As he sat beside her, she would returning her gaze to looking around the clearing, her mind processing an answer to his question. "Very." She meowed, her deep blue orbs once again scanning over the area. Side-glancing the small kit, she nudged him lightly with her paw. "Tag." She would bounce away from him then, standing in a playfull crouch only a couple of rabbit-leaps away, rump wriggling in the air.

DragonKit tried to pinpoint their scent he flicked his ears when he heard the air swishing to his left he turn and and bounded to the spot and went to tag CreamKit

Seeing that he had spotted her, Creamkit would jump backwards, just avoid his paw. "Ha ha! Can't catch me!" She called, turning and bounding over to the opposite end of the clearing

[b](OOC: Sorry, I had to babysit.)

OOC: it's okay i was playing with my foster kittens :)

IC: DragonKit bound two tail lengths away from then and mewed "Where are you?"

Windstorm chuckled lookingat the kits enjoying theirselves, he sighed at the thought of talking to a warrior. No warrior was around to talk to, "I will one day bring this clan to it's highest." Windstorm proudly mewed to Starclan. Windstorm did great deeds for this clan, but he thought it wasn't enough. He will do anything for Windclan. Quickly he stood up and stretched, and flexed his claws and sent himself off to hunt for his clan.He took himself to the moorland and scented the air, vole he broke off into a run when he saw it had spotted him, picking up his pace he leaped up and dug his claws into the warm flesh and snapped its back.. Proudly, he padded back into camp and set his plump vole in the freshkill pile and groomed his paws to savor the taste of the vole he had caught for his clan.

Swiftfire padded out of the warriors den and glanced at the camp. It was as productive as it ever was, apprentices milling about, kits sneaking in their curious ways, and warriors in and out on patrols. The camp entrance shuddered as Windstorm came back, carrying a plump vole. Swiftfire hailed him, calling, "How's the prey running?"

"I can't tell you!That's cheating!" She would giggle, flicking her tail behind her before breaking into a run. As her paws drummed across the ground, she would make sure to run close to Dragonkit, making sure he could catch her scent. After that, she would continue to run in circles, zigzagging all the way across the clearing.

It'll take him ages to find me now!

Happy at her devious plan, the kit would stop and turn, facing over where Dragonkit would be, her breath coming in quick gasps from her large amount of running.