private Speed of sound (Rumblekit)

A light rain fell over WindClan's moors, replenishing its small streams and watering its abundance of plant life. Badgermoon took shelter beneath a particularly thick section of the camp's gorse wall, his dark tail swishing for the amusement of Rumblekit. "Practicing your pounces, my raindrop?" he purred, reaching out a speckled paw and attempting to gently bat the small point. "Are you looking forward to becoming an apprentice? It won't be long now." though he could hardly believe his own words, they were true: before long, he and Scorchstreak's children would have -paws on their names, mentors of their own, and a whole wide territory to explore. The fact boggled the mind.

@RUMBLEKIT
 
Rumblekit rears back and hops awkwardly on their hind legs right as the deputy reaches out to prod them, trying to catch Badgermoon's tail between their paws. With a squeak, they fumble and fall - so close! But it doesn't deter the kitten, their own tail thumping against the ground as shrewd blue eyes track their prey. His question catches their attention, and Rumblekit's first instinct is excitement;

"Mm!" They agree, but their enthusiasm quickly fades, replaced by a deep-seated worry, and dark paws shuffle close to Rumblekit proper. "It'll be weird. The apprentices don't stay with their ma or pa, and they're all so ..." They think for a moment, falling into thought. "They're all really good WindClanners."

 
His child's glee at the prospect of becoming an apprentice brought a smile to Badgermoon's lips, one which dimmed slightly as apprehension seemed to take hold of Rumblekit. The deputy's face softened, and he gave a low hum of acknowledgement. "It's okay if you're nervous, Rumble." he attempted to wrap his tail around the small point and draw him closer to his body, intending to deliver some affectionate licks to the space between the kitten's ears. "You're a good WindClanner, too, you know. And you will be one of the very best during your training and when you become a warrior."