Quietkit
Shadowclan kit
Swiftly scanning the clearing for a hiding place, Quietkit's cyan eyes soon landed or a twisted thorn bush near the edge of camp. There was a risk of getting stabbed by thorns but it was a risk she was willing to take is she was to become further on reach of victory, besides, she wasn't too concerned by some tiny thorns getting tangled in her pelt.
Shooting towards the bush, the young she-kit gingerly made her way over, under and, perhaps, through the branches of the prickly plant, making sure every step she took to avoid touching the spikes was made with the utmost care. Sleek pelt brushing the tendrils of the bush slightly, she managed to place herself almost at the center of the plant where she curled herself tightly into a ball, hoping that her dark fur would give her some extra protection. Narrowed eyes glaring from inside her hiding place, Quiet hoped her family's stealth would've been passed onto her.
(OPEN for someone to hide with and extremely annoy Quiet!)