Plumkit bounded towards the leafy fort, due to extra space, warriors lended small fragments of bramble tendrils and sticks whenever repairing their own den so that the kits could get more experience out of simple playing. Now, the wobbly little containment swayed in the wind when he finally approached and pushed his head through the smaller area with less fronds, the limiting entrance. He was finding it humiliating that he never grew seemingly, but at least that meant he'd be able to access the Club Den even more into Apprenticeship.
"Hey Plumkit!" Greeted a sharp voice from inside, welcoming the tomcat inside.
He again, felt his fur grow warm, thankful it wasn't visible beyond his rather short hair; whiskers raise in anticipation. "Locustkit!" He mewed excitedly, bouncing into the pale green shaded dug-out structure's entrance. There was about a fox length of room in all directions, so you couldn't exactly play rough, but it was fun for 'secret' conversations anyway.
The messy furred speaker was actually a broad shouldered white she-cat with small ears, her eyes had already gained color, and oddly, they were mismatched. One could get lost in the elaborate threads of her gaze if they stared too long, her amber eye was transfixing, and her blue one mystifying. Her pelt spiked out in odd directions as she shifted her position on the soft-soil ground. "So you ready to be an apprentice?"
He nodded vigorously, eager to start a conversation as he positioned himself besides her.
"I could wait" Locustkit offered rebelliously, "I mean, you do realize they'll just make us clean elders when until we drop?"
"Oh.. I guess." He shrugged it off, feeling as if he deflated slightly.
     "But you know what I can't wait to do?"
     He perked his ears curiously, to signal he was listening, "Um, what?"
     "Beat you in battle!" She purred, lunging at him with sheathed claws and knocking him to the ground quickly.
     Plumkit huffed as the breath was knocked out of him, and flailed his paws a bit, causing the other to let out a 'mrrow' of amusement as she pinned him by the shoulders, and stepped on his tail with her hind paw. He was too dazed and surprised to tell her she was playing too rough, and in fact, never did.
     "Take that Plumpaw!" The white kitten purred, hopping off of him and giving the Tom a chance to right himself once more; as she bounced backwards however, her tail swished across several little bramble tendrils piles on top of each other, and sent it tumbling down away from them; sunshine flooding through the presently more open ferns, the thorny vines strewn towards the exit sloppily, awaiting an unlucky passerby who might step on them.
Ignoring this, Plumkit lashed his tail excitedly and wriggled his hindquarters, bursting at full speed out of the covering, tail twitching as it trailed behind and whiskers flat on his face. His maturing but still young eyes darted about, knowing this would likely give way to a playful, high speed chase between himself and Locustkit, and weaved past a grumpy warrior. The she-cat of senior stature snarled as he passed, by Plumkit paid the dark furred superior no minds e was far too distracted with the thought of his friend chasing him down. His paws thrummed against the ground rhythmically, the soft grasses were fine and endearing to his pads despite the uncanny amount of momentum he was building up. Up past the warriors den by now! He heard the steps of the white kitten gaining headway, she'd be in top of him in mere moments. Noticing his pose between the camp wall and her, he careened suddenly to a halt, claws scrabbling the rich, grassy surface until all running had ceased.
     Upon his abrupt stop, Locustkit harshly bashed straight into his back and skidded over him, landing a mere forepaw away from himself. His flank heaved with effort in the sprint of a lifetime, while the mismatched eyed kit huffed, turned away and flat on the ground, panting and attempting to catch her breath before he could. Of course, such an effort was hopeless, whoever tried the hardest would go the slowest in terms of breathing, and by the time she had slowed her own inhale and exhale, Plumkit was breathing evenly once more.
Locustkit burst into fits of amused purring, "That.." she added between gasps, "Was the most... Mousebrained.. thing I've done without reason."
The Tom's stomach seemed to drop with disappointment, he was all for making her laugh, but not think lower of his antics. The ginger tabby flopped down besides her until both were belly up to the sky and squinting against the shafts of light flooding down to them. "But fun" he added hopefully, trying to keep his tone casual so she wouldn't think he was desperate or anything.
"Sure, sure" she added, nudging his shoulder, closing her eyes and lashing her tail. "Keep thinking that."
Both let out sights of exhaustion, relief and befuddlement, even bickering cats in the background didn't disrupt the peaceful aura settling down on top of the two relaxing figures. Breeze brushing grass to and from their hairs and eyes, ears twitching every so often as a little green blade disturbed its position.
     The faint yowls, probably just more arguments, faded into the air by then, they thought nothing of it, for calm was calm, and enjoyment was found in the sun. That was, until cries turned into barks, and screams gave way to howls. The sound grew closer, less distant, more eminent... more alarming.

     Whatever it was, it was coming towards camp, loudly.