Silentkit's claws flexed as she was hissed at. "Stop making fun of me for my name! It's not my fault!" She yowled/wailed and padded out the nursery, blue eyes clouding. She continued to pad, a tear trickling down her pale cheek. "I might as well be put into the apprentices den - I'm already training and I seem to be getting treated like one." The kit sobbed, sitting in a shadow.
(Night Artic)





