Hopepaw was messing around in the camp, having pulled together a small amount of moss to make a mossball. Really, she didn't know why she was having her playful, kit side come over her again. It was mainly because she had a lot on her mind, especially about a certain tom.
Paperpaw, she thought. Yes, she did admit to herself that she liked him, more than a friend, as a crush. They were both nearly warriors, heck, she'd probably be a warrior in the next few days. She wanted to tell him what she thought.
{ >> I'm going to die if I sent this to Vix as well x_x << }