(Second!) 

Blitzkit trotted around, finally use to walking. Should I talk to someone? He wondered, skidding to a stop. He stared, his eyes wide as he looked at all the tall warriors.

(third lol)

Thornpaw spotted Blitzkit meandering through the camp. He's going to trip somebody . . . he thought absently as he padded towards the youngling. He liked Blitzkit's ability to fast-talking abilities and he would probably jump at the oppurtunity to do something useful, a trait Thornpaw adored silently.

"Hello Blitzkit," Thornpaw began, sitting down next to the ginger cat.

Blitzkit looked up, shocked at first as this cat said hello to him. Blitzkit shook his tail, letting the fluffiness go bye-bye. "Hello... Thornpaw." Blitzkit paused, remembering this cats name. "What do you want?"

Thornpaw grunted at first but then settled into the conversational tone, "Oh, I was just about to help clear out the dead grass," Thornpaw looked over his shoulder pointedly, near the softest piece of earth in the hollow. The grass was a tripping hazard, he'd learned, not to mention that it got stuck in fur. "But then I realized it's too much work for just one cat."

Blitzkit pricked up his ears. A chance to help an apprentice?! "I'll help! Blitzkit spoke up. "I mean if you'll let me.. I understand if I'm to small... Please let me!" Blitzkit gasped, out of breath. He cleared his tiny throat. The talkative kit looked up at Thornpaw with his best puppy kitten eyes.

(I think this might be my last one, is there a timeskip that happens at a certain time?)

Thornpaw purred, a deep and gutteral sound that changed halfway through to a scowling growl as a passing clanmate glanced his way.

"Very well," he stood, unfolding his thick legs and stooping down to give the kitten a quick lick on the head. "I guess we'd better get started. I assume you know all about how to clear dead grasses?" Thornpaw improvised, knowing grass-clearing wasn't a specified duty. However, Pumpkinvine wasn't around and there was nothing else to do around camp this time of day.

He stepped off towards the hill he spotted the most yellowing stalks on, thinking of any stories he could tell the kit.

Barksong watched Blitzkit, the tom was oodly energenic, must take after his father. A small smile grew on the she-cat's face, she looked to her other kits. ///// Oak-kit looked around with the same yellow eyes his mother had, the tom looked around at his ginger brother, " Hey, Blitz, can I join?" He asked, padding up to him. 

(Pretty sure time skips can happen any time. Correct if I'm wrong.)

"Yeah!" Blitzkit exclaimed. "We're taking out dead grass like they're intruders!" Blitzkit swiped at the grass, ripping it out with roots and all.

Nightrivers padded into camp from an excursion in the territory, a small hare grasped in his jaws. Depositing the prey on the fresh-kill-pile, Night scanned the camp, quickly locating Twinsouls. Approaching the white warrior, Nightrivers offered an amicable smile of greeting.

"Not a bad hunt I take it, Blackbear?" Twinsouls included the teasing nickname in an attempt to ruffle the tom's feathers. Still, he couldn't keep a slight smile from showing on his features. 

Nightrivers regarded Twinsouls with an unimpressed expression for a second, before he brushed the remark off and took a seat beside the other.

"Prey's scarce - took me much too long to find just one hare. Not a bad hunt, but certainly not a good one, either," Nightrivers replied.

"And leaf bare hasn't even hit yet," The tom murmured somberly. "There's this chill in my bones... a bite in the air. You can tell this leaf bare will be painful." It was almost a sixth sense he had picked up in his old homeland, where the cats were so connected to their surroundings. But this feeling, the chill, the bite, it reminded him of the last season he had spent there. He could still recall the garish scene of blood drenched snow that had been left in the wake of that final battle.