Post by Perchpaw on Jun 17, 2015 11:30:59 GMT -6
The smooth stony ground was cool beneath Perchkit's tiny paws as she left the nursery for the first time, maybe a bit too cool for a kit whose pads were soft and vulnerable from only having ever walked on the mossy floor of the nursery but she didn't mind because she was always thinking ahead and nothing Perchkit had done since the moment she had been brought into this world was for pointless fun. She knew that treading across this stony earth would strengthen her pads, would make them tougher and less susceptible to injuries. She was an IceClan cat after all, she would need durable pads in order to leap from one rocky ledge to the next or to trek up mountain trails. Perchkit flexed her claws, pressing her paws harder against the ground, and stretched out her small limbs. She had decided that she was going to give herself a tour of the camp (touring alone would disregard the possibility of useless rambling from a guide) when she noticed someone watching her just a few mouse tail's length away. Being stared at didn't ruffle Perchkit's fur like it did most other cat's because she had the tendency to do the same thing. She was an observant kit, very watchful of others and of situations and so she met the stranger's stare with a calm one of her own and waited for them to approach her.