Ho hum. What was a little kit to do? The nursery was boring... well, it wouldn't be if her denmates didn't partly consist of oldies, but this was ShadowClan. No room for complainers! Lightningkit wasn't that big, she was a mere two moons old. And a fuzzy ball of energy, no less! Who knows where she got
that from in her family. Her papa was long gone, deceased. Dust. And her mama? The only mama she ever knew was in the nursery with her: Nightshiver! Her other mama, the one that brought her into the world, gave her life for Lightningkit.
But that didn't make lil Lightning sad in the slightest. Who wouldn't want to die giving the greatest Clan of all another kit to feed the flow of Clan life? Lightningkit was probably not like the other kits in the nursery. She didn't strive to become leader one day after Dawnstar eventually crosses that point in her old life. In fact, she could care less about leadership. Maybe one day that view would change, but Lightningkit highly doubted it.
Stability was important for a Clan, judging from what she had seen Dawny do. And it looked like one massive headache... cats were complete idiots and assholes to one another. But Dawny kept them in line... or tried to. But ah well. Those who died at Dawny's paws simply took their life for granted. This made her wonder...
"Mama? Does Dawnstar ever get a headache from all the idiots in the Clan?" Lightningkit sat with her hind legs sticking straight out, pointing left and right. Her teeny tiny baby toe beans splayed out, gripping on to the nursery floor. The little she-cat's hazel eyes stared at her adopted mother, her twitching whiskers being the only indicator of her seemingly endless energy.
I should go outside soon and get some sun... the weather's nice.
Re: ShadowClan Nursery
