[Nursery][Swiftfoot] Good, better, best

He turned to the visitor when she started to speak. His kitten-blue eyes looked at her, assessed her. Was this the famous deputy? She didn't look as much, that's for sure. He puffed his chest out to look bigger, although he was quite big for his age. But he was still much smaller than the she-cat, it irritated him. Whitekit gritted his teeth when the deputy didn't even try to get his name right. "It's Whitekit.", he said, paying lots of attention to his pronunciation as to not make a fool out of himself. He glanced behind him, to his mother, and saw she was looking with an almost amused expression. He scowled and took a step towards the she-cat. "What you do anyway?", he squeaked, mimicking her. His kitten-blue eyes didn't look happy, but more proud - and irritated. He would be a hard apprentice, that's for sure.

He scoffed, obviously not quite happy with her answer. Sure, to protect the helpless kittens. But he didn't need to be protected, he was strong - he could protect himself. "I strong.", said Whitekit. "I Tom-cat. You weak she-cat", he continued. She-cats where weak, they should be protected by the strong tom-cats. And he was a tom-cat; therefore, he would protect her, and not the other way around. "I kill rogues." Let her just wait until he would finally be able to leave this nursery, and he could show her how strong he was, how brave. Just wait.

He growled, a high, not really impressive, growl, and stepped in front of his mother. "Keep momma out!", he said, puffing out his fur to look more impressive. what did she think, speaking so harshly against his mother? He could feel his mothers paw brushing against him, until she stood in front of him, her face turned to him. "Whitekit!", she scolded. "Didn't I tell you to be friendly for once? You're only one moon old and already you act like you're the best of the world!" The white kitten gritted his teeth. these stupid she-cats didn't understand a thing. Oh, and that this clan was ruled by them? That explained why they where so weak now. When he was older, he would become deputy, and than leader, and he would show them what a strong leader looks like. He scoffed again, ignoring his mother and turning back to Swiftfoot. "You wait. I show I strong. I will big be!" His grammar wasn't quite right, but that was understandable, as he was only 1 moon. But he would grow, that's for sure. After having this said, he turned to his mother. "Keep out it." He could see her turn and look apologetically to the deputy, but she doesn't say anything. She always was weak.

He glared at the bigger she-cat childishly but still followed her. He would never admit it, but he was curious as to what she referred to. Trying hard to follow her, he moved his fairly long legs - for a kitten, anyways - as fast as he could. Whitekit would never ask her to wait, because then she would think he was just as soft as the other kittens. He would prover her otherwise, whatever it was she where to show him. Somewhere inside of him, he was afraid to be so far from his mother with this angry she-cat. He had never been anywhere outside the nursery without her, it was pretty scary.. For weak kits. right?