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Littlekit paused at the edge of the clearing, a leaf blowing just in front of her nose. She wiggled her hind end and pounced, but just then, the breeze shifted and the leaf went twirling into the air and away from her paws. "Mousedung!" She spat, scraping the ground with tiny, needle-sharp claws. The tiny she-kit turned, her eyes searching for an unwary victim. She spotted a tail sticking out of the edge of the medicine cat den and crept forward ever so slowly, intent not to miss her prey this time. With a wiggle and an excited yowl of triumph, she leaped through the air and landed on the tail, biting down a little harder than she meant to.
Mudpaw howled as he felt teeth and claws in his tail. He leaped up, yanking his tail away from Littlekit out of a natural reaction. He began fiercely licking his stinging tail. That was until his pretty blue eyes rested on the source of his pain. He hadnt met this kit, yet. He was usually pretty playful with the kits in the nursery but he had been so caught up in his training, he hadnt had as much time. "Oh, hello" he greeted, gently, showing that he was not angry.
At hearing his yowl, Littlekit’s gray fur immediately fluffed out and made her look twice her size, but also very round and soft. She gazed up at Mudpaw shyly, however his gentle words comforted her a little. “I’m sorry,” she squeaked, her voice not usually so high, though embarrassment flooded over her pelt. “I didn’t mean to bite you so hard,” she was fascinated with the apprentices and couldn’t wait to become one. It wouldn’t be long. “I’m Littlekit,” she mewed, glancing into the medicine cat den. “Are you hurt?”
"Hi, Littlekit. I'm Mudpaw" he greeted with a purr. "Ah, I'm not hurt by you" he chuckled. "It startled me more than anything. I'm here because I stepped on a thorn while out in the forest. I was just waiting for the medicine cat to get done with another patient before I ask her to remove the thorn in my pad. Maybe when I get this darn thing out, we can play a little bit. You look bored." He twitched his whiskers in amusement though his voice was gentle.
“It is so boring always being in camp,” she sighed loudly, her fur lying flat again. “I can’t wait to be out in the forest. I’ve been practicing my hunting skills every single day, so when I get a mentor they’ll see how good I am already,” she purred at the thought. She then tilted her head, excited at a possible play mate. “I can try to get the thorn out, if you want. I have small enough teeth I think.”
"I would love to see your hunting skills" Mudpaw purred. He was unsure about Littlekit's offer. It was true that her tiny teeth could get to the thorn but what if she left a piece out? What if it needed an ointment? He supposed if it began to feel infected, he could always go back to the medicine cat. "Alright, Littlekit. If you think you can get my thorn out, you can try!" He held his sore paw out to the kit. A large bramble thorn was lodged into his pad. The pad around the thorn began to turn red as the irritation grew. If he didn't get it out soon, it could cause an infection.
