Heatherkit ♠ She / Her ♠ Riverclan warrior
It was morning, not too early but not too late either. The tortie she-cat yawned as she untwined herself from her siblings and mother. After blinking the sleep from her eyes she quietly slipped out of the den, her different coloured gaze swept over the camp.
Not many cats were up, especially not cats her age. She hummed softly, oh well, she'd have to find someone older. Perhaps an apprentice or warrior would be willing to have some conversation with her.
Heatherkit yawned again and stretched before padding father out into the camp clearing so she was more visible, perhaps someone would approach her.