shouldn't this be...bigger?(open)

[Otterpotter]

Poppykit's gaze went wide as she sat just outside the Nursery. the tortie kit had only been outside a couple times but each time she had spent her time staring at the camp from one spot, trying to either figure out was the camp was smaller than her imaginary one or why it was so empty. The young kit's fur smelled strongly of milk but she loved it. Her eyes landed on a a leaf that floated through the air. The kit's paws shot up as she swung at the leaf that was just out of her reach. "I'm so short! ugh maybe this a magic way to be tall and stuff! like a growing super tall herb!" she though aloud before giving up on the leaf hunt.

[Aspenfall]

Frostkit caught sight of the older kit playing with leaves. At this, she snorted contemptuously. "Aren't you a little old to be chasing after those?" She sneered, nodding her head towards the leaf Poppykit had just missed.

[Otterpotter]

ooc: Poppykit actually quite young

Ic: Poppykit didn't look at her denmate. "Am not!" she growled as her yellow gaze followed the few dead leaves that danced through the air. "Someone told me that theres a warrior that still chases leaves in the camp!" she retorted and finally looked as frostkit.

[Clemintine]

Someone had been watching inside the den, he hadn't find anything truly amazing about this new world so he hadn't ventured very far away from his mothers side. Spotting two kits interacting he watched them for a moment before making his way to the entrance. As he walked closer it was clear he was a bit bigger in size, but he knew he wasn't very much older than the two he was just a large kit. Splashkit was a long furred white tom-kit with a black left forepaw, tail tip and black around his left eye. He stepped out and glanced up at the sky "Warriors playing with leaves?" he stared up for a bit longer before turning his gaze on the other two "I don't see why not."

His eyes were a strange color, something that had been passed down by his mother, something she had been picked on for. The kits eyes resembled a violet by actually being the color of one, his eyes were a mixture of dark and light shades of violet.

[Aspenfall]

OOC; I didn't know Poppykit's age. Frostkit is only a moon herself.

IC; She rolled her eyes again, a sneer plain on her face. "I still say playing with leaves is stupid. Even if a warrior does it, that doesn't make it any less..." Frostkit trailed off as her eyes watched the steady rocking motion of a leaf falling from the canopy above. She shook her head. "Any less silly."

However, her green eyes still followed the soft, flowing movements of the leaf. Her heart ached to leap at it, but that would make her just as childish as Poppykit, and she didn't like to seem that way.

She knew Splashkit also was young and immature, and she wanted to stretch her spine to appear taller than him. The size of the kit in comparison to her frightened her, but instead of showing it she puffed up her fluffy kit fur and straightened her neck.

Diverting her gaze from the tempting leaves, she glared coldly at Poppykit once more. "Besides, if you're trying to practice catching prey, moss balls are easier to start with. You don't just go flying around catching escaping birds all the time, so it's more useful to pounce on something that doesn't fly away with the tiniest movement." Although however dryly she said this, there was a hidden tenderness behind her words.

[Otterpotter]

Poppykit only returned the cold look before turning her attention to Splashkit. "Exactly, and if you don't like it Frostkit then kindly shut your mouth!" she snarled. The tortie's tail lashed in anger. Her gaze turned up to Splashkit, particularly his eyes. "I've never seen a cat with violet eyes, looks really cool!" she said trying to compliment the taller kit.

[Aspenfall]

Oct 12, 2015 19:27:00 GMT -5 Aspenfall said:

Frostkit flinched, shocked by the she-cat's sharp words. No one had ever spoken back to her like that, and Frostkit found she didn't like it. Crestfallen, she slowly took a couple steps back. She cast a fleeting glance, green eyes full of hurt, before scampering away to the farthest side of the camp she could reach. She buried her face in her paws, ashamed of this new emotion, this mental pain.