[open]
What is this! What's that? There were cats he had never seen everywhere! A rather large, dark brown, bright orange-eyed apprentice bounced into the gathering. Weeingpaw turned three times in a circle, as if chasing his tail, trying to catch sight of everything and one here. The scents were so strange. There was this strong scent of water, which he discovered belonged to a huge body of water.
The cats not from his clan were weirdly small, kinda thin, and smelled like bunnies and flowers. He knew the scent, Papabite had taken him to their border, but in his excitement, the clan's name evaded him. Oh, thinking of his other dad, where were his siblings and mothers? A strong feeling of unease and vulnerability trickled down his spine as he whirled around in hopes of finding familiar faces.
He found Momster pretty quickly. She was on the big stones up ahead. There were cats up there with her. A small she-cat with tons of scars. She was one of the prettiest cats he's ever seen, she had no eye! After staring at the two cats, he decided Momster was still the most beautifulest. Below them, he found another pretty cat, only this one was black and white and big, like his clanmates. On the other side, there was an even smaller cat whom he decided to ignore after glancing at her pelt.
Another glance around the beach and he found no sign of his siblings, no Mamawhisker, nor Papabite either. No Bleedingpaw either. No friendly faces he could stick to a burr like. As much as he loved to join Momster, she had made it very clear that when she was on a high perch, not to bug her. Weepingpaw felt the sudden sting of tears in his eyes, but he gave his head a firm shake. It was fine, he was a big cat. He could be on his own for a little bit... maybe...
Soooooo. Water! Determined to distract himself, Weepingpaw wandered over to the waves, watching the water move back and forth for a few seconds. He quickly made a game of running into the water as it receded and running out of it as it came back. It was a fun game until a particularly large wave swept him off his paws and sent him tumbling back wet, cold, and salty on the beach. Tears fell from his eyes due to the ocean water. He was tempted to start wailing until his Momster got off her stupid rock and came and checked on him, but a pretty stone caught his attention, and the tears stopped. Intrigued, he grabbed the shell between his fangs and spat it out at the disgusting taste of sand in his maw.
Okay, the beach sucked! He hated it here; he wanted to go home. Still wanted the pretty stone, but uncertain on how to grab, as he still felt the gritty sand stuck on his tongue and in between his teeth, he sat protectively over his shell and hunted for one of his siblings, or better yet, Mamawhisker or Papabite. One of them should help him get his stone out of the ground.