Russetkit blinked as he looked around the camp, tiny tail lashing. His eyes had locked on a speck of dust, and he aimed to catch it. Crouching, he launched himself forward in a terribly messy fashion, belly flopping in the dirt only about a pawstep away. Blinking, he looked up and spotted an apprentice near the midst of the camp, and he perked up his ears.
Moving quickly, he got back to his paws and trotted over to her, blinking up at her with wide eyes. She looked so sad! Maybe he could help?
"Are you okay?"
He was too young to know too much of the bad news when it came into camp, his mother wanted to keep his mind pure, so he wasn't aware of any recent deaths in the clan.