Despite the fact she was almost apprentice age, the tiny kit named Bonekit found that she wasn't growing as fast as the others her age were. She was still tiny, and almost on the verge of appearing frail. Her dark body looked weak, though most of the kits who had attempted to pick on this learned fairly quickly that looks do deceive. Add the fact she had a "mask" marking and she was not Riverclan born and you had a pretty peculiar kit on your hands, and it drove Bonekit insane. It was hard enough being judged for her blood, but now she had adults scuffing at her smaller frame.It was exhausting.
The kitten was absolutely tired of watching her every step in hopes that maybe they'd warm up to her. She loved Riverclan, wasn't that enough? Wasn't that all she needed to make her one of them? It was growing rapidly impossible to win the favor of those who were opposed to her joining the clan as new obstacles revealed themselves. Now her size was a factor, and Bonekit was close to giving up.
The tiny kitten sighed to herself as she flopped onto her stomach, resting on a forgotten rock within the main camp-lands. Her eyes gazed at the other cats in play, ears flicking backwards. Yes, she wanted to play with them, but she was busy trying to come off as mature as possible in hopes that maybe she'd impress her clan. Still, her nose twitched and tail flicked, little paws tensing against the rock. Man... it must be awesome being Riverclan born...
Longclaw had been hunting, again .. and yet again he brought back something that wasn't usual Riverclan fare, he'd roamed outside clan borders and had raided a farm, he'd managed to tackle a almost fully grown rat that had been stealing food from the farm animals. Longclaw was lucky that the creature was too fat to move too fast, how the farm cats missed this tasty morsel he didn't know. The clan didn't need to know HOW he got it, just that there was variety in their diet. 
