Post by Peachtuft on Jan 26, 2016 2:28:48 GMT -6
Peachkit stared vacantly at the entrance of the nursery. His mind had drifted off to think about what the land behind the camp walls might look like. I bet there are a lot of trees, he thought, then snorted. Of course there would be a lot of trees. This was TreeClan for crying out loud! Unless, of course, whoever decided to name the clans thought that naming TreeClan "TreeClan" for the lack of trees would be both ironic and amusing; which it would be, although I doubt it's true, he sighed at his own mental rant. He needed to get a life. Not that it would be long before he had one, his apprentice ceremony wasn't as far ahead in his future as it had once been.
Not wanting to think about it, seeing as the prospect of moving out of his new den was a conflicting subject. He had grown attached to the place, even if the prospect of something new peaked his interest. He would miss spending nights with his mother--well, adopted mother--and he would miss the ever-present scent of milk that lingered in the nursery. The cream-and-ginger tom looked around, trying to find something to take his mind away from his thoughts. His amber eyes landed on another kitten.
Putting on a cool, relaxed smile he trotted over. The tom-kit dipped his head in the custom greeting. "Hi, I'm Peachkit."
