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Originally Posted by Spikes
|| @Dust ||
Being a fluffy bundle of a cat, Birchkit found it less stuffy outside of the Nursery. Though he disliked being separated from his kin, he begrudgingly took some time out of the nursery to get a breath of fresh air, and to soak in the sunlight. His deep green eyes blinked as he looked all around, the small tom barely aware of the outside world. The nursery was his safe little bubble, he'd never really seen the need to leave, but... He'd be an apprentice in a few moons, wouldn't he? He hadn't even been able to talk all that much... Not that he'd ever needed to. Acornkit and Oakkit were always friendly enough.
The cedar-brown tabby didn't stray too far from the nursery's entrance, though he carefully trailed around until he was comfortable with the area. The bustle of larger cats made him anxious, in some way, though he could look up to them in a respectful manner. The majority, at least... Oakpelt was nowhere to be seen, luckily enough. Birchkit didn't know how he'd confront his father, at least not at this age... He just wanted to keep his mother happy, for now. |
A little kit peered from the nursery, awe and excitement barely contained in large round blue orbs - comparable to saucers, really. With each tiny pawstep, Pebblekit edged his way cautiously from the entrance of the den, leaving behind the comforting milky scent and sleepy warmth to explore the brand new word in front of him. He hadn't been out of the nursery yet, Softflower would be furious with him if she found out, but there was nothing wrong with a little exploration! Besides, he wouldn't go that far from the den. Pebblekit knew better than that. Not to mention, the young kit was afraid he'd be stepped on by the warriors pacing through the camp. So much noise! So much activity! Giving a hesitant look back to the dark entrance of the nursery, Pebblekit contemplated for a brief moment on whether or not to flee back inside. No! He had to be brave! It would be the only thing he'd be able to brag about to Webkit!
With semi-confident kitsteps, Pebblekit marched his way to the front of the nursery, his ears perked in interest and eyes darting back and forth as he took in the scene around him. A soft gulp could be heard from Pebblekit as he stopped and crouched close to the ground, his tail curled tightly around his small frame. It had only been seconds of him being outside, but he already wanted to wail for Softflower. Though, no sound seemed to come out of his maw... only his jaw hanging loosely. Maybe it was too early for him to leave the nursery, he was only a moon and a half! The scents alone were almost too much for the kitten to comprehend, let alone the sights and sounds! Remaining in his upright fetal position, Pebblekit's body vibrated gently back on forth, his eyes squeezed shut.