Post by crescendo on Jul 16, 2016 4:14:18 GMT
|I CAN SEE THERE'S SO MUCH TO LEARN, IT'S ALL SO CLOSE|
The temptation to devour the prey that Kit had carefully caught well away from Clan territory was strong in the young tom as he sat with it nestled between his paws at the SkyClan border. His hunger made his stomach physically ache—he couldn’t recall the last time he’d been lucky enough to catch anything more than a moth or two and the fat squirrel he’d managed to find was taking every ounce of his willpower not to devour. He hoped it would speak leagues to his politeness to bring the Clan he hoped to join an offering for his arranged meeting, but he couldn’t deny that he was lightheaded with hunger.
It’s alright, Kit thought, angling his ears toward the teaming forest before him. The squirrel had been fat and slow when he’d stumbled on it, and it had been a lucky catch, but maybe it would convince the Clan cats that he had some promise as a hunter. Was that lying? Kit doubted he’d appear very capable at hunting since the weather was warm and he was so thin. The brown and white tabby tom raked his tongue over his shoulder self-consciously, aware that his body was thin and scraggly. That he looked every bit a desperate rogue. Not inaccurate I suppose, I am desperate.
What if they took one look at him and turned him away? Kit’s stomach lurched and he shuffled his paws nervously. He’d gotten an agreed meeting but he couldn’t say for sure whether the warriors he’d met at the border had been kind enough to speak for him. Or even if they were going to bring an entire squadron of cats to fight him off and leave him eating Sloe’s words in his dreams for moons to come.
Have faith. Kit shook himself sternly, and took a shaky breath. He was patient. He could wait—starving yes. Desperately tired and terrified, also yes. But he could swallow it and put it down into a corner if he focused hard enough surely. He’d show this Clan leader the utmost respect that he had been taught in his young life. He’d show him that he was a sensible young cat that could be, quite possibly, beneficial to his Clan.
Even so, he couldn’t stop the hammering in his chest. He was young still, and unpracticed terribly in the art of fighting. If anything at all he knew more about herbs and remedies—and that had never quite stuck with him as well as Sloe had wanted. Kit squirmed in place, every moment that ticked by was making his paws itch. The prey at his feet was ever so tempting, and he finally decided to keep his chin forward and his eyes straight.
Don’t even look at it.
His stomach growled loudly, Kit twitched his ears and grit his teeth. Be patient. Soon the squirrel would be out of his paws and he’d know whether or not he’d have to resort to starvation or the kindness of a passing loner. Or maybe twolegs—though the idea made his pelt crawl with strange discomfort.
517 ● skyy and her socks ● -shows up eight years late without even starbucks-
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