[ChaosBringer.]

Originally Posted by zeebles

Scratchkit dramatically sighed, watching from the nursery entrance as cat by cat went about their Hawkclan duties. There was a hunting patrol returning, cats grooming themselves, cats talking about whatever went on in a grown-up's personal life. All in an orderly fashion. TOO orderly, Scratchkit would say. What was she supposed to do?

Whenever she tried to go hunting, some warrior would just pick her up by the scruff and take her back here. She could barely get two paw steps out of camp! And it's not like she could share tongues with the rest of her clanmates, because she still hadn't hit that supposed upcoming growth spurt yet and would be too short to even reach an apprentice's ears.

How was Scratchkit ever going to earn the respect and attention of her clanmates in these conditions?? (Not like she wanted that. That would be dumb.) Eyes narrowing, she honed her sights in on various warriors and apprentices standing outside, scanning them for possible weaknesses and social insecurities she could use to her advantage. This was clearly a great way to make some new friends. Silently glaring at them from ten feet away.

(Open)

Albatrosskit

A brown tom with green eyes crept out of the nursery, hoping to get some entertainment other than screaming kits. He saw Scratchkit right before he left.