[ti]Open[/ti]mild curiosity

[honeythree]

Feathery tail flicking back and forth, Crowkit finds himself watching the waterfall from afar--- amber gaze following the streaming bands of light that occasionally broke through the loud streams. He was curious of what was outside the camp, having only heard stories of it from his mother and the warriors.

Slowly, slowly, he rises from where he was sitting close to the nursery, and takes a few tentative steps towards the entrance before stopping. He shouldn't have been doing that, and all he can hope is that nobody saw him.

[KingHarry]

Fluffy tail waving behind him, Stagkit silently crouched in the entrance of the nursery. The young tom was smaller than Crowkit - his current prey - and certainly far more jumpy, but that didn't stop his mischevious side from coming out every now and again. His sister, Turtlekit, was otherwise occupied - as was Indigokit - so who else was there to play with but his eldest den-mate?

As Crowkit walked forwards, Stagkit slowly followed. He waited a moment, checking that the other wasn't going to turn out, and then... He pounced. Stagkit's smalled body collided into Crowkit with as much force as he could muster, batting at him with tiny paws before rolling away and dangerously close to the edge of the waterfall.

[honeythree]

As he feels a small furball jump onto him, Crowkit gives a surprised yelp--- yet he relaxes a bit when he sees the familiar antler-like tufts of fur, the signature sign of jittery little Stagkit, one of his younger denmates.

The younger gives him little bats with his soft paws, and in response the darker furred kit gives a gentle little whack just as the tabby began to roll away.. and almost right into the thundering waterfall. Almost on instinct, the elder tom races forward to stop the littler from falling in, one paw trying to block the way Stagkit was rolling.

"Why don't we play closer to the nursery?"

[KingHarry]

"Why?" Stagkit happily responded, hopping back up onto his feet and clumsily jumping over Crowkit's outstretched paw. He didn't want to play near the nursery. It was boring there - not like near the waterfall. Even the sound of the rushing water was more interesting than the dull everyday monotony of the queens and other kits.

He bounced closer to the edge of the camp and peered out over the ledge, laughing happily at the droplets of water that fell on his head. "How big do you think fish get, Crowkit?" Stagkit asked as he gazed out through the waterfall. "Bigger than a fox, do you think? I want to catch one that big one day!" Or maybe not. Bigger than a fox sounded a bit scary, and Stagkit wasn't really sure that he wanted to tackle anything that big.

[honeythree]

"Well.." Crowkit holds his tongue; he's not sure how to word it without frightening the easily spooked and jumpy Stagkit. Instead, he keeps silent for a few brief seconds, seconds that feel like moons, until he finally comes up with something that's not 'because it's dangerous'.

"The warriors'll get mad at us if we're hanging around the entrance for too long."

The younger gets closer and closer to the edge of the camp, and with an inward sigh he follows, sitting down just behind the brown kitten, almost purposefully trying to avoid the droplets of water.

Small laughter fills his voice at the idea, sine it sounds like the stories elders tell. "I reckon if a fish that big does exist, it's hiding where our paws can't reach because it's scared."

[KingHarry]

"When I'm a warrior, I'll find the big fish. It'll feed the entire clan for ages!" Stagkit declared, shooting a happy look back over his shoulder at his friend. StarClan, he couldn't wait to be a warrior! Being a kit was fun, yes, but being a warrior was just going to be amazing. He'd be able to hunt and fight and go on adventures!

Bored of the waterfall now, Stagkit rolled backwards and into the paws of Crowkit. "When are you going to become an apprentice?" He asked as his lay on his back, wiggling his legs in the air as he talked to the other. "Any day now, right? Who do you think your mentor will be?"

Stagkit hoped that his own mentor would be somebody like Milktail or Goldenmane - a warrior with a good reputation and undeniable skills. Anyone would be fine, though. All MistClan warriors were great, right? So it didn't really matter who he got in the end.

[honeythree]

"We'll have to start calling you 'Fisherkit' instead." He purrs, watching the younger kit bounce around and roll right into his paws. Sometimes he felt far older than the younger kits, though he was only three moons older than the youngest litter.

Brushing his tail over the tufts of fur on Stagkit's ears, he bites back a snicker as the other kicks the air. The tom has to think about the words that the littler was saying-- who would his mentor be?

"Mm, I don't know." Crowkit twitches his ears, trying to scratch his brain for an answer. "I don't have a say in my mentor, right? But, I guess I'd like it to be someone like.. Nightfur, maybe?"