Post by Littlepaw on Mar 3, 2017 21:57:33 GMT -6
littlekit didn't look anything like your average treeclan kitten. for one, her fur was charcoal grey, certainly not suited for treeclan's open, well-lit forest. however, even if she was a rockclanner and literally lived under a rock, her fur would be no use, for vivid, orange stripes marked her fur, rendering it useless among the rocks as well as the trees. she wasn't pleased about her size, but she could only hope that she would stay small. at least that way, she wouldn't be so easy to detect.
today, she was on her first mission. she might be small - very, very small - but she could still contribute to the clan, right? at least, that's what the queens had told her. her brow furrowed as, for a moment, she considered the credibility of their words. they were queens. it was their job to make her feel good about herself. otherwise, what kind of motherly figure would they be? even if they truly believed in their words, there was no use. they weren't warriors. they didn't even train. but littlekit would.
with a huff, she wriggled away from her lazier siblings and clambered out of the nest. miraculously, she landed on all four paws, as undignified her landing might be. she took a cautious step, then, satisfied that she was not being watched, tottered towards the closest waking thing.
turns out, it was a fellow kit. not the giant mouse she had hoped for - not that she was old enough to eat solid food, anyway - but no enemy warrior either. her lips parted in a toothy grin, and said in the way of greeting, "you wanna plaaaaay?"
