The blind elder scrapped a stick boredly. As she maimed the tree's former branch, she listened to her little brother, Beaverkit, try to get through to Stripedpaw, her nine moon old reble-brother. For siblings, Ghostsong was surprised how differant they were.
"Hey Stripedpaw!" Beaverkit mewed,
"Don't talk to me," the apprentice muttered
"Wanna see what Ghostsong tought me?"
"I goes kinda like this..." The kit lowered himself and twisted himself untill his neck and head were almost strait up. He got prepared to jump, his un-excited brother muttered,
"I might need to be training soon,"
"Ready?" Not waiting for an answer, the pre-mature kit jumped up, with a twist, and raked the tabbys muzzle, his puny claws out as far as they go. As Beaverkit landed perfectly, his bad-sported brother stood up from were he was sitting. Blood barely trickled from his muzzle, but he was mad.
"You little-" He tried to swipe at him, but the kit dodged it. Luckily, he gave up, not thinking it was worth it.
Beaverkit bounded to Ghostsong and they broshed the tips of their tails together. It was a little thing they did to repersent a "high five," which was something two-legs did. Ghostsong had encountered a kittypet once who had chatted with her when she was way over the border durring late apprenticeship, two moon ago