|
|
Post by Flintpaw on Mar 19, 2016 21:49:05 GMT -6
NightsongFlintkit hated being trapped in the nursery. He enjoyed the little freedom he had. When the sun rose, he rose with it. He looked back at his mother and siblings and smiled lightly. "See you guys later.." Flintkit trotted out of the nursery and began his morning run. He had to get his energy out somehow. The kitten didn't pay much attention. He just liked how to wind felt in his fur. He ran a few circles around the camp until a rock came out of no where. He tripped over it and fell straight on his face.
|
|
|
|
Post by Nightsong on Mar 19, 2016 22:05:57 GMT -6
Nightsong decided to pop out to make sure that Flintkit was alright. She didn't say anything at first, just watched him run around, noting that he seemed rather energetic, given that it was still the morning. All seemed to be going well, until the young kit tripped on a rock. Nightsong winced as he fell, and padded forward to check on him, giggling slightly, since she knew he couldn't have fallen hard enough to cause any real damage. "You alright, little warrior?" she asked, leaning down and trying to hide her slight amusement. "Keep running like that, you might just beat a FireClanner in a race, you know." |
|
|
|
Post by Flintpaw on Mar 19, 2016 22:11:38 GMT -6
Flintkit jumped to his feet. He used a paw to swat away a pebble stuck in his long fur. He puffed out his fur. "Of course I'm alright!" Well, it had hurt a little. The embarrassment was the worst part of it. He didn't know his mother had been watching the whole time. Flintkit had hoped only a few older cats were awake. "Pft! I'm better than any Fireclan cat!"
|
|
|
|
Post by Nightsong on Mar 19, 2016 22:33:56 GMT -6
Nightsong debated helping Flintkit smooth his fur, but decided against. She found that young toms were often disgruntled by their parent's interference, and amusing as it be to see his reaction, she knew he would have it handled, anyway. "Pff- yes, of course you are," Nightsong giggled, tapping Flintkit's nose with the tip of her tail. "I didn't mean to imply you were anything less, mighty RockClan warrior!"
"What has you up so early?" |
|
|
|
Post by Flintpaw on Mar 19, 2016 22:48:06 GMT -6
Flintkit's stood to his best height. "I'm mighty alright!" At her next question, it made him nervous. No one had ever asked him why. "Well...um.." He dropped his head. "I don't think very well, Mom. I'm scared that I'm not smart enough to be a warrior." He lifted his head. "But if I keep on running, I can be as strong as one!"
|
|
|
|
Post by Nightsong on Mar 19, 2016 23:09:25 GMT -6
Nightsong's expression softened to one more like concerned when she noticed Flintkit's sudden change in tone and posture. "Why would you ever think that?" she asked, her heart breaking to see her kit so insecure. "Flintkit- anyone willing to get up early and train as hard as you do is smart enough and worthy enough to be a warrior," she told him, offering a reassuring smile. "If you're this dedicated to training, you have nothing to worry about." |
|
|
|
Post by Flintpaw on Mar 19, 2016 23:19:45 GMT -6
"You really think so?" Flintkit perked up, the tip of his tail wagging. He smiled at his mother's kindness. Flintkit needed some support and he should have known to go to his mother. She wouldn't have judged him for his insecurities. "Who do you think my mentor will be? I want someone as good as a warrior as you and Dad are!"
|
|
