Lionkit shook his head, scattering bits of feathery neck fur around the nursery. "Lionkit! I told you not to do that! Do you EVER listen?" Goldenpelt, his mother scolded him.
"Well it was you who didn't want me to go outside!" He rolled his eyes. There was nothing to see inside the nursery. Some moss, a couple beds, and cobweb he was playing just before that got caught on his long tail. Before Goldenpelt dragged me here to bore my head away, he made a grouchy face and turned away from his mother. Lionkit could almost see what she would say. Don't give me that attitude, little lion. He sat at the entrance of the den as he watched his littermates pounce and hunt and fight with the apprentices. He just couldn't understand how he was playing "too rough".
"But Goldenpelt! Fernkit and Honeykit are playing with Ashpaw and Sandpaw, why can't I?"
"You are playing too rough, Lionkit. You literally scratched Ashpaw!"
"But it was just a little pinch! Look, she's still playing! Why can't I learn the hunting crouch? I'll be the weakest kit in the nursery! And then when they become apprentices I'll still be in the nursery stuck with you!" Lionkit huffed and turned back to look longingly at his friends. Not much longer, it started to drizzle a little and his mother brought them back in.
"Lionkit! Where were you when we learned this cool fighting position! You would've loved it!"
"Yeah, you would've done better than any of us! You're so strong, and muscular and..." Honeykit trailed off as he glanced at Lionkit. She immediately knew something was wrong.
"Lionkit, your looking a little moody today. What's wrong?"
"Goldenpelt wouldn't let me play because I wasn't playing right," He drooped his head sadly. "Now I'll be behind everyone else."
"Awww, you won't fall behind! You're just as cool and awesome as you would ever be!" Honeykit smiled warmly at Lionkit. He felt much better after hearing his littermate's comforting words. But this bliss would not last for long...