Post by {darkles} on Apr 14, 2010 20:46:13 GMT
[OoC: Open to anyone willing to suffer the immature mischievous mind of a young kit. WARNING! Snow will be thrown! =3]
It was eerily quiet. The night was darker than most, the stars of Silverpelt refusing to shine and the thin sliver of moon was covered by heavy snow clouds. The same clouds had been throwing down more than just a pawful of snow, a fresh blanket replacing whatever melted almost as soon as it happened. At the side of the camp's main clearing, tucked away behind the warriors den for safety, a small kit sat two tail-lengths outside the nursery entrance. Her thin stubby tail pointed straight out in extreme excitement as her glowing green eyes surveyed the world around her. It was the first time Moonkit had left the nursery. Such would normally be strange for a kit of three moons old, but a difficult start in life had left the little she-kit a lot weaker than others, and she was still small for her age. A puff of warm air escaped her mouth as she sighed. It rose quickly, vanishing into the night before you could say fresh-kill. The kitten's eyes were firmly fixed on the dark sky, scanning back and forth in search of at least one StarClan warrior. Inside the den she heard her littermates stirring and flicked an ear casually backwards to listen. Her mother didn't know she was outside. Her mother was dead. Pebblefur, the grey and white she-cat who had kitted a moon after she was born, was now her foster-mother, along with her brother Snakekit and their two foster-siblings Oakkit the Troublemaker and Rowankit the Boring. At least, those were Moonkit's names for them.
'Can you see me?' she whispered, desperation filling her eyes as she still sought the heavens. Moonstep had died whilst kitting her, hence she had been named after her mother. That thought made her very proud and as she remembered this she puffed out her tiny little chest, kneading the ground with her paws to keep them warm. Although Moonkit had never seen her mother, or heard her voice, she knew she would recognise her star once she saw it - though tonight it seemed she would be denied the chance. I'll wait. she promised silently, lowering her gaze to the wonderfully fresh white cold that stung her nose and made her whiskers quiver. The space she now occupied had been cleared of snow, to allow for her foster-mother to sit outside in the fresh air whilst still being able to keep an eye on her kits. Just two pawsteps away lay a whole new experience. The silver kit padded warily up to the snow and sniffed it, it didn't smell dangerous, in fact it didn't smell of anything at all. Risking a glance over her shoulder she pondered how much trouble she would get into if Pebblefur found her wandering around in the snow in the middle of the night..
It was eerily quiet. The night was darker than most, the stars of Silverpelt refusing to shine and the thin sliver of moon was covered by heavy snow clouds. The same clouds had been throwing down more than just a pawful of snow, a fresh blanket replacing whatever melted almost as soon as it happened. At the side of the camp's main clearing, tucked away behind the warriors den for safety, a small kit sat two tail-lengths outside the nursery entrance. Her thin stubby tail pointed straight out in extreme excitement as her glowing green eyes surveyed the world around her. It was the first time Moonkit had left the nursery. Such would normally be strange for a kit of three moons old, but a difficult start in life had left the little she-kit a lot weaker than others, and she was still small for her age. A puff of warm air escaped her mouth as she sighed. It rose quickly, vanishing into the night before you could say fresh-kill. The kitten's eyes were firmly fixed on the dark sky, scanning back and forth in search of at least one StarClan warrior. Inside the den she heard her littermates stirring and flicked an ear casually backwards to listen. Her mother didn't know she was outside. Her mother was dead. Pebblefur, the grey and white she-cat who had kitted a moon after she was born, was now her foster-mother, along with her brother Snakekit and their two foster-siblings Oakkit the Troublemaker and Rowankit the Boring. At least, those were Moonkit's names for them.
'Can you see me?' she whispered, desperation filling her eyes as she still sought the heavens. Moonstep had died whilst kitting her, hence she had been named after her mother. That thought made her very proud and as she remembered this she puffed out her tiny little chest, kneading the ground with her paws to keep them warm. Although Moonkit had never seen her mother, or heard her voice, she knew she would recognise her star once she saw it - though tonight it seemed she would be denied the chance. I'll wait. she promised silently, lowering her gaze to the wonderfully fresh white cold that stung her nose and made her whiskers quiver. The space she now occupied had been cleared of snow, to allow for her foster-mother to sit outside in the fresh air whilst still being able to keep an eye on her kits. Just two pawsteps away lay a whole new experience. The silver kit padded warily up to the snow and sniffed it, it didn't smell dangerous, in fact it didn't smell of anything at all. Risking a glance over her shoulder she pondered how much trouble she would get into if Pebblefur found her wandering around in the snow in the middle of the night..