Post by Dust on Jul 30, 2016 23:23:34 GMT
Dustkit of Thunderclan
 A quiet, serene morning, alive with the faint sounds of birdspeak, of clan cats milling around the camp, of soft, simple things said in a hushed newleaf air. The air of a fresh, brand new day, whispering promises of a day warmer and brighter than the previous. That quiet didn't last very long. A sudden, loud rustle of branches broke it abruptly, followed by a muffled, protesting voice. A young voice, one that Thunderclan had gotten to know all too well in the past few moons. It was Dustkit. Bird song ceased. The crackling twigs became even louder. The very morning itself seemed to sigh its disappointment that the kit was out of bed so early. "Snowshine!" The voice whined. "I can groom later, I have to go do warrior stuff!" With that, a disheveled tabby tail, then the rump attached to it, wiggled free from the nursery entrance, which was seemingly ready to burst with its charge. Its very foundation shook as the four moon old kit broke away from it. A few more sharp protests sounded, and then the youngster was free, shaking her multicolored pelt free of debris. "Brr!" She exclaimed as she did so, bouncing a few bucking steps while she shook. She looked for all the world like a deer, kicking free an itch. Yes, an itch it was. An itch to discover, to find out what new, exciting things this camp had to offer. "I'm away-ake!" She called out dramatically to anyone within hearing distance. Bright amber eyes scanned the perimeter, at the cats who had already woken. And if they hadn't, her call would make it so. She paused, cocking her head ever so slightly to the left. Oversized kitten ears swiveled, and then her entire body whipped around. A grin stretched across her face, striped tail lashed back and forth quickly. Her newest goal had been discovered with that obnoxious buzzing sound. Catch that fly. Her prey landed on a twig, seemingly oblivious to the fate that was to befall it. The kit fell into a clumsy crouch, bum waggling, and began to drag herself forward. Round eyes grew ever larger as she crept closer, heart thumping. "Take that, intruder!" Dustkit yowled suddenly at the top of her lungs, lunging forward. Her brown and white paws thumped heavily into the stick, making it crack loudly. She lifted her paws, which still had claws drawn sharply, and her face fell into a look of confusion. That had been her best pounce yet! She was sure that she had gotten it all right. She'd been stealthy, fast...what had gone wrong? The kitten thought for a moment that she might ask an older cat for advice, but the idea of sharing her loss of 'fresh-kill' with a grown up warrior was just too embarrassing. The youngster plunked down heavily, staring at the two halves of her broken stick. She squinted at them, hoping that maybe she'd been wrong and if she looked close enough, there would be some squished fly in the bark. Nope. Dustkit batted one of the sticks away in frustration, then perked her ears high again when she saw just how far it had skidded. The fly was forgotten in a single moment, and once again she was a happy kit without a care in the world, tumbling and pouncing on this easier target. She was now attacking the vicious member of Stickclan, content with meaningless games for the time being. |
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