Re: RiverClan Nursery
Goldkit would yawn, get up from his nest and sharpen his little claws on the brambles, out of boredom. Then, the kit would see a small cricket, and instantly he would crouch, letting his hunter's instincts flow. He would stalk the little insect and then he pounced, but falling on the floor. He gave up and returned to his nest very sore and dissapointed, he went back to sleep
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