Claykit
|| She/her || 2 Moons ||
It was a slow day in Riverclan. Or, at least, slow for Claykit. Most of her day had been spent sleeping, or stuck getting washed by her mother. So the second she was done, the now well groomed kit darted out of the Nursery. She didn't really care if her long, cream cost ended up dirty, she was
finally free to run around. Claykit bounced around the clearing, looking for a stick or shiny stone to play with.
Instead of something, she found some
one. Her sister. Smart, tall, and almost as good at mossball as her. The tiny kit ran over to Primroseadder, only stumbling once. Not over her own paws, no it had to be a large pebble or something. What was it? Oh, maybe she could bring it back to her nest later? She shook her head, refocusing. That would be later, if she even remembered.
"Big sis!" Claykit called, skidding to a stop. Sand tumbled away from her paws as fast as her words came out.
"Prim! Are ya busy? Wanna play? You promised to teach me something cool. Pleeease?"
( @kira -Primroseadder has to deal with a high energy kit)