Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2016 14:48:37 GMT
1 moon • Tom-cat • Windclan
It was dawn, and the low hanging sun shone her bright orange light over the camp. It promised to be a warm day today, and the shadiness of the nursery would keep it cool in there. Whitekit had found an open spot between the nests of the queens and the kits and stood crouched down in a hunting stance. He had already learned it from the deputy, showing how capable he was - he didn't have to wait until he was apprentice to learn things, like the other kittens had. No, the deputy herself taught him something, something that will be of great use once he was able to leave the nursery and the camp, to hunt! He noticed his tail was waving slightly and attempted to keep it still, not quite succeeding while also concentrating on keeping his weight as much in the center as he could - it would be a while before he could walk and crouch down at the same time. But he would get there, he was still young.
Vixensong -> alpine
