livin like we're renegades [chey] Apr 9, 2016 7:23:28 GMT
Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2016 7:23:28 GMT
F O X K I T ;;
Even through the sheltering gorse that hung over the heads of kits and their mothers, it was way too bright. Way too bright for sleep, way too bright for relaxing. Way too bright for just about anything Foxkit could do in this dark den she called home. Wasn't the gorse supposed to protect the kits and queens alike from the harsh weather? Yeah? Well, it was doing a poor job! The cats responsible for ensuring that the dens are kept tidy were obviously doing an awful job. The tiny creamy tabby pushed her face into her sister's shoulder, her short tail flicking out to the side impatiently.
How did she sleep in these conditions? Good grief. Who knew her sister was such a deep sleeper! Was Cormorantfur like this? She didn't know. That big guy slept in the warrior's den. It wasn't like she could walk in there without being thrown out 30 seconds in. It wasn't like it was a den, anyway. It was just a ton of nests placed in one area. Everyone slept there, even the new apprentices... right under Starclan.
She hoped to join them someday. Being stuck inside the nursery all day was not only boring, but it was suffocating. Her sister may have liked it, but her? She wanted out all the time. In fact...why not explore today? Nobody had a reason to chase her back in. The sun was shining bright, it was warm out... the warriors must have left for their annual dawn patrol already. Time to get up! Foxkit sighed into her sister's fur and hobbled to her feet. For a moment she leaned over on the fellow kit, a yawn splitting from her small jaws.
When finally she straightened herself out and stepped over Starlingkit. The she-cat scurried her way to the entrance/exit but didn't even stop to take in the morning air. Instead, she sent herself tumbling into the clearing, tripping over her own clumsy paws and falling face first into the sandy ground. Dust danced around her little body and she carefully sat back up with a sneeze. Why was the ground so dusty? And why was she so clumsy? Couldn't she walk with a little more grace next time? Foxkit stood to her paws and shook herself.So, now she was up. Who would notice her first?