[JaxenAmethyst]

Originally Posted by Chameleon

Dungkit glanced at his mother," I'm too fat to play."
Elmkit slowly nodded," Okay." he was silent again, he started tossing a moss ball up in the air and catching it, he kept doing it, it was his only amusement, he didn't want to cause trouble so he he played with the mossball Why am I scared to speak, I won't be able to become a warrior if I'm too scared to say the two words 'i do' at my warrior ceremony, and if I'm a mentor I'll be the worst, I'll never have a mate so my offspring will all look like Dungkit not me. If I become a medicine cat I won't be brave enough to preform the cerimony for my apprentice, or reasure my patients that they won't die...he softly sighed

Shadowstorm's smile turned to a frown. "Dungkit, if you think you're too fat to play, you should go play and get some exercise. It will help you, especially if you do it from sunrise to moonrise." The dark grey she-cat cleansed Dungkit with care. "Now how about you try playing with the others."