"OK, lets get to the nursery then." Flamekit said to her.The young femme's ears were pricked and urgently listening for any threats,
it wasn't safe anymore. Hearing a few of the bramble tendrils around the
nursery crunch, the kit spun around. She had a bit of a hard time doing this
for a few reasons, firstly she was young and inexperienced with her
balance- but also she still had her kit fur which was particularly long
fur for this kit. It was quite annoying but all the extra fluff made her look
cute and helpless, she didn't want that look. She may be an introvert
but she could look after herself, she wasn't into battles but she would
fight if her life or a clanmate's depended on it. Luckily nothing would be that
extreme to get thrown into the paws of a kit. Well not while the reliable
highranks had anything to say about it, hopefully no warriors would be lost
today. The clan didn't need to grieve in green-leaf, and certainly not after
warriors and cats were lost in leaf-bare a few moons before this more
enjoyable weather. As the adults began a conversation the femme felt
like curling up into a small ball of fur. How could they have a normal
conversation while under siege? Honestly those queens made no sense
for Littlekit felt as if she had more sense then the she-cats did. Those mollies
were all bark and no bite, but then again she was more like that too- so why
was she mewing? Her blue eyes seemed larger as if they were from some anime
character's optics, but she didn't know. Her sorrowful gaze darted around with panic
what would happen if Thornclan's warriors got to them??? Then what would Starclan
do? "T-Thornclan is attacking... patrol... warriors- lots" Was all the femme could
manage when she tried to answer Flamekit(short sorry)