Seedkit
Windclan
She/her
Seedkit lay sprawled out on her back, with one teensy weensy wad of moss clasped together between her forepaws, just above her head. She pulled both paws away and swatted at it, causing it to bounce a small distance away. Wriggling onto her belly and up onto her paws, she scampered after her beloved ball of moss, pouncing on it with a quiet giggle to herself.
[ open, i’d love for another kit to come n play with her! ]