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Post by Sparkpaw on Feb 27, 2016 17:34:57 GMT -6
A SPARK IGNITES
Waking up in the morning didn't bother him anymore. Sparkkit popped out of his mother's nest, squirming through crowds of kits, aiming for the ray of light bursting through the canopy of green. He jumped over one kit, and tripped over the next, landing on his paws. He looked up, and raced out into the light. Once he was out, he inhaled the fresh air, closing his eyes. The former FireClan kit let the breeze ruffle his fur. This was the only time of the day he was standing in one place. His tall posture showed his long legs and tail. Just from the looks of him, you could tell he was fast. Sparkkit exhaled, feeling the air rush out of his lungs. His parents, whom had died in battle, told him to always believe in himself. His eyelids flicked up, and his pupils narrowed. He got into a starting position, his rear high in the air and his chest touching the ground. He flattened his ears, and set his right paw in front of the left, wiggling his tail. 5, 4, 3... he counted down in his head, anticipating, waiting. 2, 1... Sparkkit shot off, the wind blowing past him like a air vent. He sped across the clearing at high speed and right out the entrance. Oops, he stopped, smacked into a tree, and fell to the ground. He shook his head a few times and popped right up, trotting back through the entrance and sitting down with confidence, his chin high. That never happened.
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Post by Lionpaw on Feb 27, 2016 20:18:31 GMT -6
Before the sun colored the sky with its soft dawn light, Lionkit was awake. He watched through a small hole in the den above his nest as the great fiery ball began its ascent, painting the clouds first purple, then pink, then orange, until finally climbing above the clouds, leaving them white once again. As the sun cleared the white lumps in the otherwise blue sky, the lithe young tom rose as well, weaving his way gracefully through the press of kits clogging the nursery until he had made his way through the entrance. Striding several paces away from the den, he stretched, his golden pelt catching and reflecting the light of the sun. Finished with this, Lionkit began to walk toward the prey pile, only to see another kit dash toward the entrance of the den and return almost immediately. "What was that about?" he called softly, though clearly the question was directed at the young tom.
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Post by Sparkpaw on Feb 28, 2016 6:34:35 GMT -6
Sparkkit looked up as a meow crossed the clearing, coming from an orange tom near the fresh kill pile. He padded over and picked up a mouse, sitting down. Turning his head, he looked at the other kit. "Testing if I'm any faster," he explained. |
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Post by Lionpaw on Feb 28, 2016 11:41:07 GMT -6
Cocking his head to the side, Lionkit regarded the other tom with a glint of curiosity in his bright green eyes. After a moment, he shrugged, then selected a small squirrel from the pile of fresh kill. Settling down into a comfortable position, he took a bite from the prey before turning his attention back to the other kit. "So," he began after swallowing, "are you any faster?"
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Post by Sparkpaw on Feb 28, 2016 13:21:14 GMT -6
"I feel like I get faster every day," Sparkkit started, before sighing. He knew what he had to say next. "But I'm just not fast enough." The tom bent down and took a small bite from his mouse, then he directed his attention back to the other kit, waiting for what he would say. Sparkkit could sense the curiousity in his eyes, and he wondered if they would get along. |
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Post by Lionpaw on Feb 28, 2016 13:41:54 GMT -6
Lionkit thought the other tom's answer over for a moment, his breakfast momentarily forgotten as he tried to figure out exactly what the tom meant by what he'd said. Again, he shrugged; from the tone he had delivered the response in, it seemed to be a personal issue, not exactly something one would necessarily share with someone they had just met. So, instead of pressing the matter further, the tom simply said, "Well, I'm sure you'll get there eventually. Still plenty of time to improve." He bent to take another bite of prey before he realized that he hadn't yet introduced himself to the other kit. He turned his gaze back on the tom, and said, "I'm Lionkit, by the way. Guess I should have introduced myself a bit sooner." He smiled sheepishly at the tom, a bit embarassed at his poor manners, and then added, "What's your name, if you don't mind my asking?"
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Post by Sparkpaw on Feb 28, 2016 13:47:48 GMT -6
Sparkkit smiled, drawn up from eating his breakfast. "I'm Sparkkit." He looked up at the already risen sun and the soft clouds that surrounded it. They seemed so peaceful. He looked back down at the other kit. "Lionkit? I think I've heard of you before." He mewed, before quickly adding, "but it wasn't much." He smiled again; that was a bit weird. |
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Post by Lionpaw on Feb 28, 2016 14:01:51 GMT -6
"Well, who hasn't heard of me?" Lionkit asked, then grinned to show Sparkkit that he wasn't being serious. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sparkkit," he added, this time letting a genuine smile spread across his white muzzle. The other tom was a bit quirky, perhaps, but he certainly seemed nice enough, and interesting as well; he felt as though they would get along.
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Post by Sparkpaw on Feb 28, 2016 14:10:30 GMT -6
The tan tom sat down, letting a smile cross his face. "What do you like to do? Though there's not much you can do as a kit," he cast a longing glacé to the apprentice den. His best friend would soon be in there, training with the rest. Sparkkit hoped he could get his ceremony soon, too. Best friend's don't do well when one is in the nursery and the other is training. |
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Post by Lionpaw on Feb 28, 2016 14:23:17 GMT -6
Lionkit followed Sparkkit's gaze to the apprentices' den, and felt a spark of longing; the sooner he was made an apprentice, able to walk about the territory freely, the better. The nursery wasn't exactly his idea of fun. Turning his gaze forward once again, he considered the question a moment before answering. "Well, I suppose exploring's fun, though not much of that can be done in the camp. Having a conversation's alright, and there are a few games that are pretty entertaining." He thought a moment more, wondering if he'd missed anything, and smiled ruefully when he didn't come up with anything. "That's about it, I'm afraid. What do you like, aside from running?" he asked, his smile becoming one of friendly amusement and mischief.
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Post by Sparkpaw on Feb 28, 2016 14:30:52 GMT -6
"Seems like you already know me," Sparkkit laughed as he thought through everything he enjoyed. "I do like conversation, but not as much as some of the games the other kits play. My favorite is tag." Bet he can guess why, Sparkkit smiled as he thought of the first time he played tag. He was never the tagger for long, when he was tagged, which wasn't often. |
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Post by Lionpaw on Feb 28, 2016 14:45:52 GMT -6
I'd never have guessed, Lionkit thought to himself; aloud, he laughed as well, and said, "Tag certainly is fun. Though something tells me I wouldn't last long, if we were to play." He grinned wryly as he spoke; he wasn't sure why exactly Sparkkit liked running as much as he did, but he'd seen the tom bolt through the camp entrance and back as fast as a FireClanner, and he knew he couldn't compete. He was built more for moving from branch to branch among the canopies of TreeClan's forest, and he was happy with that.
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Post by Sparkpaw on Feb 28, 2016 14:59:15 GMT -6
Sparkkit looked around his home. The nursery, the trees far ahead, everything was now different. The kit in front of him, though, reminded him of something he used to know. He smiled, shaking the thought away. "I bet you would last a bit longer than you think," Sparkkit gave Lionkit a quick glance. "I'm not too good at scaling trees, and you would be able to get away through the canopies. You look like you would easily get up one." Sparkkit hoped the comment was nice, because he felt like he just congratulated the kit on something grand, something he couldn't really do himself. |
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Post by Lionpaw on Feb 28, 2016 15:14:41 GMT -6
Lionkit met Sparkkit's smile with a grin of his own, and said, "Oh, I'm sure I could evade you for a time, but eventually, you'd overcome me." When the other tom added the comment about climbing, he laughed. "I haven't had a lot of time to practice, unfortunately, but I don't think I'd be half bad in the trees, either." Glancing upward, the lithe young tom momentarily lost himself as he thought about what it would feel like, leaping from tree to tree, so close to the sky, as he fought and hunted for his clan. He forced himself to stop thinking about, focusing back on the present.
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Post by Sparkpaw on Feb 28, 2016 15:18:21 GMT -6
Sparkkit listened to Lionkit speak, then watched as his gaze turned up to the trees. He knew that look, it was the look that his friends say that he has when he thinks of being a warrior. "You want to be a warrior just as badly as everyone else," Sparkkit said, nodding and looking at his paws. "We'll get there, someday, sometime." |
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