Oh how boring it was to be in this stinky nursery. Snowkit had been in her nest almost tearing apart all of her and her siblings bedding. Maybe later she'd make that brother of hers get them new bedding. Wasn't like she would do it herself. It wasn't her job. She was supposed to be the fiercest kit in the nursery. She already played dirty and didn't know when to calm down. She wanted to be the queen of the nursery. Wasn't like anybody was going to stop her anyway. She was the queen of the nursery.

Snowkit grew tired of all the moss lying everywhere. She'd make someone clean it up. She was not getting her paws dirty unless it was the blood of her enemies. This kit had no shame. Moving out of the den she moved over to the fresh kill pile, grabbing a vole out. She ripped it viciously into pieces before eating it. She ate it all up like a wild animal and washed the scent off of her paw. She wasn't going to smell like rotting flesh. Well she might want to. It make cats stay away from her anyway. The way she liked it.

// @Skycloud; \\