[ti]Open[/ti]some people say i'm bonkers [o]

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It was early morning, which meant night time was over, so why was she still in the nursery? What, she had to groom herself? That's boring, ugh. Kestrelkit sat through her mother smoothing down her pelt, the tufts of fur that had been knotted through her tossing and turning in her sleep, now back in place. A miracle, considering that she tried to wriggle out of her mother's hold the whole time, complaining that she had important kit things to do and nobody cared if she looked a little scrappy. As soon as she was released, the torbie was out of the nursery like a shot, not waiting for her siblings but hoping they would join her as soon as they escaped their mother.

The morning was the best time of the day in Kestrelkit's opinion, she was an early bird so she often got to see the warriors eating their morning meals before they separated off for patrols. It was still somewhat cold, considering that the sun hadn't fully risen yet, but the little torbie ignored the mild cold in favour of seeking out a conversation partner. There were a few warriors loitering around, but she was still a little wary of the big warrior cats around the camp so she decided to stick to apprentices who were a little more her size. At two moons old, she hadn't been outside a whole lot, the few times before had been with her mother or another queen supervising them and they weren't allowed to go very far, this was the first time she'd gone out by herself.

Kestrelkit wasn't scared, though, just a little wary of all the new faces. It seemed like there were new cats appearing everyday, and she was so small compared to them! She wondered if any of the older kittens would be out to play, maybe she could stick by them until she found her own friends. She looked around, her amber eyes scanning her immediate surroundings for any sign of the older kits. Either she wasn't good at searching or they weren't around, both reasons were entirely plausible for her failure in spotting one of them. Whatever, look, a mossball! Must've been left over from an earlier kit play session. The kit slipped into her best impression of a crouch, terrible balanced and almost certainly off-aim, and pounced at it, her earlier thoughts vanishing from her mind. She missed but awkwardly slipped onto her side to attack the defenceless ball with her hind legs, scraping at it and letting out a tiny adorable growl while her tail lashed aggressively.

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Honeykit was settled smack dab in the middle of the camp. He was in everyone's way, of course, but could honestly care less. He was on his back with his legs in the air, batting at any amused warrior that poked at him on their way out of camp. This spot, the most inconvenient spot for anyone that wasn't him, was the best one, in his opinion; it allowed Honeykit to observe anything interesting that was going on in his peripherals. The only downside was the occasional accidental paw that would end up in his face from another cat that wasn't watching where they were walking. It was mainly Honeykit's fault, but he still decided to lounge there often.

Early mornings were usually a bit more on the lazy side for him, with afternoons being more exciting. His forms of entertainment were preoccupied with their daily routines or asleep, so he was left to his own devices. Messing around with bugs and attacking leaves was yesterday's agenda and there was nothing on his schedule to do for today. Honeykit gave out a big yawn and snapped his mouth closed when some sort of fly got dangerously close to entering his mouth.

His ears flicked towards Kestrelkit, and his attention quickly followed. It looked like she was having much more fun compared to him, and he wanted in. Honeykit rolled over onto his belly in a crouched position. Kestrelkit was vulnerable to a sneak attack, being both distracted and on her side. Honeykit carefully took a few silent steps forward, his eyes wide and following the movement of her tail.

"Gotcha!" He meowed loudly as he leaped forward and began to bat at Kestrelkit's tail with swift little paws, not intending for any real harm. A grin adorned his face, hoping she would play-fight back.