Snippet #2390114

Nightfur was a little worried when she saw Kioni's face. But then he smiled again and she relaxed a bit. "Well, my clan can be great, but they're waaaaaaaaaaay over protective. I mean, that badger thing's the only thing to happen to me that's dangerous..." She didn't mention how it was a Woodland clan patrol to make sure everything was protected was the thing that saved her from dying that winter night. This train of thought lead her back to Birkita's remark about who rescued her exactly. It was a male...White paws... She gasped inwardly, realising it was Snowpaw who rescued her. It mattered because it would explain his tendency to be overprotective of her. But why bother save a kit that was hardly breathing? Everyone said how they thought I was dead... She shrugged it off, saving the thought for later.

"But I guess my clan can be fun. There's lots of people willing to play, but sometimes they're a tad boring." She shrugged and decided to run along a fallen tree beside the path. "Anyway, what's your clan like? It must be cool to have such a loose clan like yours." She smiled, and jumped up onto another tree, running along it's lowest branches. This one was fairly young, only 10 years old. Not very much for a tree. She realised she was getting ahead of Kioni, and resorted to the ground again, landing with a gentle thud next to him.