Post by Earthblossom on Apr 5, 2015 14:07:41 GMT -6
The tabby kit stretched out in her nest. It had been just over a day since her ceremony and she was already tired. Although her training had not started, she had been busy collecting moss and grasses for the elders or redirecting kits to the nursery and their frantic mothers. Her large jaws parted in a yawn as a shiver tremored through her body. Rising to her stalk-like, striped legs she pushed herself against the wall of the den, marking her scent above her nest instinctively, before padding exhaustedly into the entrance of the day and awaiting her mentor for hunting.