small drabbles for ShallowClan

"Cavernkit, Loudkit, both of you. Stop bothering Tidestar." Mothsight slapped her tail against the stone floor of the courtyard. Both of her young kits were attempting to tackle the leader, biting their tiny jaws down on his tail and squeaking as he effortlessly batted them away.

"It's alright, Mothsight. They're just doing what kits do." The leader laughed as Cavernkit pounced on his paw and growled, a high-pitched noise that was honestly laughable.

Snailhop was sitting a little ways away, watching them, laughing, eyes sparkling. Tidestar fell to the floor in an exaggerated manner as the kits 'vanquished' him, yowling that they needed to free him, to let him go.

As Tidestar pretended to be dead, Snailhop padded over to his sister. Her ears were down and she was just watching the three.

"Lighten up, they're just kits," he meowed, nudging her cheek. "Besides, they need to know how to fight, and this is good practice."

She sighed and looked away.

"They shouldn't need to know how to fight."

"That's nothing that we can control. They'll be fine, and they'll make fine warriors. But they need to be allowed to practice now."

She looked back at him.

"You know I'm right," he added, tilting his head slightly.

She nodded, and the two of them went back to watching the kits 'kill' their leader.