((Spontaneous Badger. o_o; Um. Lets at LEAST make it a juvenile.))
Killerkit's fur bristled, his eyes starting to glow brightly again. "It looks young." He hissed, looking around at disgust at the still-sleeping queens. If he were leader he'd put the queens to work after the kits were weened.
Candlekit jumped up, his fur bristling. He lashed out his tail, knowing he probably didn't look that impressive.
Frostkit screeched instinctively and bolted from the nursery. She ran in circles around the camp, until finally Whiptail was able to stop her by stepping on her tail.
"What is wrong with you?" The she-cat hissed at Frostkit, the nastyness in her voice resulted from the fact that she hadn't caught anything from the hunting patrol.
"B..B..." Froskit was unable to get the words out. "B..B.. Waaaaggghh."