Field Day. [open]

[Marshpaw]

It was well into the afternoon when a certain black and white kit decided to venture out of the warm, cozy nursery. As usual, it was a little cold outside, but the afternoon sun kept the kit warm. Marshkit's yellow eyes widened as they saw the camp for the very first time. He'd managed to catch a few glimpse from the nursery's exit, but never for more than a few seconds. Now he was here, and his paws could feel the soil and small bits of grass. "This is great." He meowed to himself, looking at all the amazing things. There were rock piles to climb, small shrubs to hide in, and many more things that furthered his amazement.

Being out in the camp felt great, and his curious spirit made it all the much more better. His black ears pricked to all the new noises that he could hear. The wind, the slight rustle of the leaves, and the many other noises that whirled around camp. A gleeful smile appeared on Marshkit's face as he thought of all the great things he would be able to explore. His tail swayed slightly as he thought of all the amazing things. His tiny claws slid out and scratched at the ground, feeling the earth below. He thought for a second, trying to think of where he wanted to start. "Where to start? Where to start?" Marshkit muttered to himself quietly.

[Heartkit]

Heartkit had been dozing in the sun, her eyes lidded and her body sprawled across the ground like an elder. Her ears were pricked, straining to hear all the noises around her, and she was constantly snuffling back her running nose. Even though the nursery was the place where most kittens slept, the little brown tabby couldn't help but escaping it to doze in the sunshine. Compared to the dark, musty den, the camp was like another world - almost CloudClan levels of glorious. 

She heard a voice sound beside her, and immediately strained to pick it up; the hearing in one of her ears wasn't so great, but she had been blessed enough to pick up what the black and white kitten had said, and offered up a little purr. Blinking away the sleep in her eyes and twitching her tail gently, Heartkit grinned. "Isn't it?" But she meant it in a much different way; instead of exploring, she was embracing the warm sun on her pelt. 

Heartkit knew how to play, and when she did it she did it well - but, just waking up from her nap, she was content to just watch the other kitten. When the kitten began to mutter to himself, asking himself just what he wanted to do, she couldn't help but offer up suggestions. "You could climb some rocks! Or get something from the fresh-kill pile! Or maybe play in the warriors den!" She laughed at the thought. Maybe if he had a good idea, she'd leave her nap until later and join him. 

[Marshpaw]

When Marshkit had left on his little venture, he had failed to notice the kit not too far from him. It was highly likely that getting mesmerized by the new world he had enter had simply distracted him enough not to check all of his surroundings. Fortunately, his black ears managed to pick up on the her agreement on how wonderful camp was. This, in turn, caused him to face her, offering up a polite grin and a nod. Prior to usual, Marshkit went into his little thinking state of what to do, making his eyes focus on his paws and his tail rhythmically sway automatically. What he hadn't expected was for the she-kit to actually answer his question on what to do.

The she-kit easily offered up three ideas for him, which were indeed very useful for his creative mind. Rocks and warriors seemed to collide in an instant, giving him an adventurous idea. "I know! If you would like to join me, we could be great warrior adventures exploring this new place! How does that sound?" Marshkit suggested, offering the she-kit a place in his little game of adventure. She was here after all, so there was no reason for him to leave her out of his fun, and it would offer up a good chance to explore camp. Besides, it would also be more fun to have a fellow "warrior" join in on the adventure. That was when his yellow eyes got a look at his possible companion. She was a short-legged brown and white tabby. Marshkit was rather small all around, making most of the taller and older kits almost a tower in his mind. It wasn't uncommon for him to over-exaggerate such a thing, but when almost everyone was taller, it made him small in comparison, which didn't bother him one bit.

[Heartkit]

Having spoken to the other kitten earlier, she had her head tilted with her good ear up so that she wouldn't miss a word of what he said. She had settled into a comfortable position, head on her paws, when he asked her to play with him!! They were gonna be great warriors together and tumble around the camp! She had already explored the camp before - which was why she knew the best sunning spot for a kit like her - but there was definitely no harm in bumbling through it again. 

Heartkit wasn't invited to play with other kits often. Sometimes she had trouble hearing other kits when they talked, which frustrated them. Other times, her chronic running nose scared others off, and her always tripping over her short legs didn't earn her many friends. Which was why, when the black kitten asked, she was all over it immediately, scooting into a sitting position and licking her fur down so that she looked as nice as possible. 

"Good idea!" She agreed loudly. "My warrior name is... Heart... Heart..." With a jolt, she realized she had never really thought about it. She shot the other kit a helpless look, hoping that he would be able to help her out. 

[Marshpaw]

It wasn't after when someone's more careless demeanor earned them a positive place with another person. However, in this case it had done just that, Marshkit didn't care about the kit's runny nose or short legs, and why would he? He easily presumed that if her runny nose was contagious in any way, she would've already been whisked away to the medicine cats' den. The queens could easily catch onto sickness, since they practically had a nose for it. To add onto the point, Marshkit was a friendly kit so, naturally, ignoring such things for socialites came easy. His yellow eyes watched as only mere moments after asking, the she-kit shifted into a sitting position and licked her fur down. His ears pricked as she gave a loud agreement, and somewhat a compliment, to his idea.

A smile appeared across Marshkit's face, for it would be great to go on an adventure with a fellow kit. "This is going to be so fun!" Marshkit exclaimed happily. Now it was a just a matter of names for this adventure. The kit he had met gave an effort to make a name for herself, but soon shot him a look of helplessness. He hadn't thought of an idea for himself, but decided to help the she-kit anyways. "Hmm, how about Heartdrop? Or maybe Heartsky?" He suggested, giving her two names to choose from or to sprout further ideas. There was only one problem that Marshkit had, what was he going to name himself for this adventure? His yellow eyes darted to everything in camp ad he tried for an idea. Unfortunately, they did so to no avail, up until he glanced at his tail. It almost reminded him of some of the plants found in marshes, and that was when a moment of brilliance came. "Marshtail, I think I will be called Marshtail," Marshkit proclaimed.