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Originally Posted by woly
@Duststorm
Risingcreek was currently sitting in the clearing, fur rustling to the slight breeze at his fur. It was cloudy over head though still warm, not to hot to be basking in the clearing. It felt nice. He didnt have an apprentice and was rather old, a senior warrior and would be moving to the elders den in due time. That wasnt for awhile, and he was planning to have one last apprentice before he retired into a life of rest. He had lived through both evil eras, and he could tackle on a ball full of energy one last time. He was relaxing in the clearing, though green eyes wandering towards the nursery in interest. |
Eyes adjusting to the distorted sunlight, Frostkit slowly crept his way out of the entrance of the nursery, brambles gently combing through his soft silver fur as he kept his body close to the ground and tail straight up. The large kit must have looked more than just ridiculous in his current posture, but the young cat had rarely been out of the nursery in the five moons of his life. Mother's fur was too soft, he was too sleepy to get up, going outside would mess up his just cleaned fur! Frost was energetic for such a young thing, but he definitely preferred to do his playing in the warmth of the nursery; however, today he was being adventurous. Granted, his mother, Snowflurry, and his sister, Curlkit, had been taking a nap, so Frostkit was especially secretive to make sure he hadn't woken the two up. He was ready to explore, he was almost an apprentice for Starclan's sake! In just a moon Frostkit would be known as Frostpaw and soon Frostpaw would become the best warrior in the clan! He was ready, nothing could go wrong.
Big frosty blue orbs quickly scanned the clearing, settling on the closest thing he could hide behind: a cat. Quickly, the kit scampered across the clearing with impressive speed, diving behind the senior warrior with a tired huff. The burst of speed, although impressive, took a lot of energy from the kit, his long but still stubby legs burning from the effort. I need to be stronger if I'm going to be an apprentice soon... Maybe Frostkit would start making more trips out of the nursery. Encouraged by his thoughts, the kit pushed himself up to his little paws, leaning against the soft red pelt of the warrior he had taken refuge behind. His pelt was soft, maybe softer than the warriors due to all the kitten fluff, but a quiet purr rumbled in his chest as the fur reminded him of his mother.