Atomickit looked around the Riverclan camp with wide, yellow eyes as a devilish smile came over his face. It was morning in Riverclan, a soft breeze flowing through his bengal colored pelt and soothing the fur from the harsh, Spring sun threatening to arise. The grandson of Bearstar peeked his head out of the nursery, tail flickering behind him as he began to pad outside.
At four moons, the tom should have been out of the nursery long ago. However, sickness had caused the tom to remain inside for most of his life. He had just been cleared to begin his trek into the camp as long as he promised to stay out of trouble. However, like most kits, trouble was more likely to find him before he had a chance to look for it.