Windclan Camp

Mudfur finished the mouse that he was eating and lay down, stretching out luxuriously, enjoying the sun. He wondered what cat the ShadowClan kit would play a prank on first. He hoped that it wouldn't be him. But he didn't have time to think about it much before he fell asleep, snoring quietly.

Smiling devilish, Breezekit gets up, trotting silently to the windclan cats' freshkill pile. Picking up a small mouse simaliar to the one the brown cat (Mudfur) had eaten, she places it in front of his nose. The dead mouse and sleeping cat were a whiskers length away, almost nose to nose.

Snakestar appeared looking tired, seeing Snowstar however he brightened up and trotted over to her. his eyes staring into hers before he said quietly "why not join our clans into Cyclone clan?"

After sleeping happily in the warm sun for a little while, Mudfur awoke in a good mood. But his mood changed when right when he opened his eyes, there was a mouse staring at him. The mud-brown warrior's eyes went wide in surprise as he stumbled back a bit. After seeing that the mouse was dead, he let out a quiet growl. He knew where the mouse had come from. He swung his head around, looking for the ShadowClan kit, but didn't see her. After a bit, the large cat picked the dead mouse up, padded over to the fresh-kill pile, and dropped it back on top, before going back over to the corner where he had been napping just moments ago, and sat down, looking around, watching for the kit.

Snowstar perked her ears. "It sounds perfect to me."she said and licked his cheek. She jumped up once and touched her nose to his forehead and looked around. It seemed that Breezekit might have already pulled a prank.

Breezekit stiffles her quiet giggles in an unruly bush where she'd been hiding. She see's another cat (Snakestar) and wonders if she should pull a prank on him or meet him first. She looks back to the cat she'd just pulled a prank one, and wondered if she should continue. She carefully picks up a some twiggs and a pebble in her jaws, and carefully manuvers around the gorse and stuff around the edge of the windclan camp to set the next prank up.

Mudfur was still watching for the kit, and he spotted her setting up a new prank. He let out a low, quiet growl. He had always liked kits, but this one was not making a very good impression on him. He continued watching the kit to make sure that she wouldn't pull the next prank on him as well.

Breezekit was almost done with the prank, and now she just needed something to finish it. She pads over to the freskill pile again, and picks up a sparrow. She places the dead bird where she needs it. If a cat hits a twig sticking out with their leg, the bird would fall and seem to fly at them. She sits down where she is concealed, then notices the cat she had already pulled a prank on is growling at her. She puffs out her chest, and matches his growl, though hers a little high pitched.

Snakestar chuckled a little and gave a slight yawn before saying "but first we would have to find a good camp for both of our clans". he grinned a little and stretched before he said "or you could just move your clan here?" he tilted his head interestedlyl

"Maybe."she said with a purr. The white she cat smiled and looked to Breezekit.

Mudfur couldn't help but let out a little chuckle when Breezekit growled back at him. He turned his attention to Snakestar and Snowstar, who seemed to be having a conversation. He wondered what it was about.

Breezekits eyes narrow further as he chuckles. She follows the older cats gaze to the leaders. What are they talking about? She wonders.

Mudfur glanced over at Breezekit, and a smirk crept across his face. He let out a convincing fake yawn and lay down, making his eyes tiny slits, pretending to be asleep.

Breezekit looks back to the other cat, his movements catching her eye. What to do to him now? She wonders mischeviously.

As Mudfur pretended to be asleep, he kept an eye on the kit, not willing to let her play another prank on him. He rolled over onto his side, making it look like he was moving in his sleep.

Snowstar smiled. The cat giggled a bit as she saw what Mudfur was doing.

Breezekit carefully gathers back up her supplies, getting the sparrow first. She silently and stealthily begins to set it back up where she thinks the cat will next roll over to. She shoots wary glances at the cat to make sure he won't wake.

Snakestar grinned mischeviously then murmured to snowstar "come on, lets do some hunting together". his warm ambery brown eyes watched the turkish angora with affection in them.

Mudfur almost allowed a smirk to cross his face as the kit began setting up her trap again. Still pretending to be asleep, the mud-brown warrior swung one of his paws around and batted Breezekit away, but not hard enough to hurt her, before withdrawing it again and rolling away.

Snowstar smiled. She flicked her tail once. "Sure."she said. One if her cute little ears folded.

Breezekit ducks, his paw grazing the fur along her back. She hisses, her chest fur puffed out. Her blue eyes turn icy cold.

Mudfur rolled back over and batted again. This time not missing. When the kit fell onto her side, he flicked his tail, making it softly hit Breezekit in the nose. The mud-brown warrior knew that he might as well get up now. Breezekit was smart enough to know that he was awake. Mudfur sat up, chuckling. "If you prank me, I'll prank you back," he said, still chuckling.

As she gets knocked to her dide, she lays there for a short moment, then bounds right back up. She swipes at his tail, claws sheathed. "Who said you could prank me? Your no kit." She says, laughing. She pounces on the full-grown cat. It'd been a while since she'd play-fought with her brothers.

Bramblekit peeked out the nursery. Ruffling his thick brown coat, he stepped out into the sunlight, letting the light turn his fur to a dark tawny color. Looking around the camp, he spotted an older kit playing with a warrior. Bramblekit then bounded out the nursery towards them. "Hi!" He called to the older kit. "I'm Bramblekit! Who are you?" She didn't really smell famillar.

Breezekit looks up from the warrior to another kit. She hops down, her tail bopping the full-grown cat in the nose. "I'm Breezekit, and now I'm a badger!" She says happily. She crouches down into a stalk, trying to imitate the large creatures. She stalks Bramblekit, her belly fur grazing the ground.