Springkit
Was he imagining it? Was it just that he hadn't been as tightly curled up in his and his mother's nest and therefore didn't feel the same difference in temperature when stepping outside the nursery, or was it getting warmer? It was very possible that his mind was only making up a comfortable lie that the weather was slowly warming, but it wasn't as cold as it had been a few days ago, right?
Whiskers twitching, paws itching to run, and yellow-blue eyes sparking with something not too unlike hope, Springkit took a few more tentative steps away from the nursery, checked how the air felt once more... and then he was off. Swift bounds across the camp and along the inner wall, still with a kit-like stumble in his steps and lacking the grace of maturer cats but too energetic to care. Because he could
feel it in the air. It was like Mother had told him, that the air would warm, birds would begin to sing, the forest would fill of food, and the streams would flod again. The world would be
alive again, that was what she had said.
Pretty quickly running out of breath in his small lungs but with a wide smile adorning his face, Springkit came to a halt outside the nursery, having completed a full run around the camp. He had no real purpose for doing it, for running, still a bit too young to think of actively training his body, but there was something in the air that just told him to
move, that sitting still right now simply was not an option. Someday, when he was old enough and become an apprentice and get a mentor and get to be
outside the camp walls,
then he would run across the whole territory.
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