Height Issues [Open]

[Lightheart]

Lightkit starred at himself in a puddle, careful to keep his paws away from the edge and clear of mud. Why am I so short! he growled under his breath, annoyed by his small pale reflection in the murky water. I mean, I know I'll make a great warrior, that much is obvious, but how will anyone else know that if I always stay so freakishly small, he whined in his head, glaring at his tabby reflection in the puddle.
For a moment he was tempted to claw at his reflection, but the crusted mud that framed the puddle discouraged him, and he opted out, getting to his feet and looking around for another cat.
Whatever, he dismissed his earlier thoughts, continuing his search for another one of the older kits, possibly to make friends with anyone else who would be leaving the nursery the next ceremony. Not the he minded the company of younger kits all too much.

[Silverpaw]

Silverkit padded over to Lightkit "Hi"she meowed.

[Lightheart]

"Hey," Lightkit replied, after taking a moment to register someone was talking to him. She doesn't seem completely incompetent, I guess, he criticized. With his usual smirk beginning to etch its way onto his face, he introduced himself, "I'm Lightkit, who are you?"

[Silverpaw]

"I'm Silverkit"she meowed

[Lightheart]

Silverkit, that's a nice name, he thought, though he knew better than to let the compliment aloud. What a monstrosity it would would be if anyone actually got the impression he was on their level, and not above them. "So~ Silverkit, anything interesting happen lately?" he asked, cursing himself for not being very good at small talk.
It isn't my fault, he mentally defended himself, those fish-brain's in the nursery don't see my real potential. They all think I'm some sort of annoying furball. I mean, how are my social skills supposed to develop if they won't ever talk to me? Selfish pricks, he concluded.

[Silverpaw]

"Well...I'm almost an apprentice!"she meowed. "What about you? Anything intresting?"

[Lightheart]

"Bluh, no," Lightkit complained with a grimace, "there is relatively nothing interesting going on in this pitiful camp, and likewise, there is nothing interesting to do this pitiful camp," he continued to whine, though he knew he was over-exagerating. He had played a game once with a few friends of his, but he hadn't been able to find them since.

After a few seconds of silence he sighed, "Well, actually, I guess their are some good games, but I fail to see how any can be played when everything outside is all muddy," he said, looking down at his light fluffy paws, knowing the dark dirt would stand out greatly compared to their pale color. Of course, if she's willing to suggest a game I don't think I'd decline, he though, but didn't add it aloud.