[Phoenix]

W O R M K I T Kit of TreeClan

From their vantage point just within the nursery, lurking off to the side of the entrance, the tabby's yellow-green eyes could see almost the whole camp. They flitted from face to face as a new cat came in to view, and he was barely aware that held his breath every time until that cat was identified as not one of them. Them included every cat who had participated in that trip from camp a few days back, one where everyone but himself had been so eager to break the rules. Including Lionstar himself, who had managed to place himself at the top of the list of cats whom he planned to avoid at almost any cost. It wasn't as though he had any grudge against any of them, he had told himself multiple times, trying to soothe that bit of him that did not approve of his evasive actions. Having derived more comfort from the safety and familiarity of camp, he simply did not want a repeat experience. He was willing to give up his place on that patrol, for lack of a better word, if Lionstar had decided to turn it into a regular routine; there were other cats who would enjoy it far more than he would. His heart stuttered as he saw a flash of gray out of the corner of his eye, and his alarm was great enough that he actually lifted his head from striped paws, turning more than his eyes. But it was, luckily, a false alarm; instead of the completely gray tom, who's presense had instilled a wariness in the young kit, it was a gray and white tom with scars across his face. Nobleheart had become a very recognizable feline with his distinct appearance, but despite those scars, which suggested a fierce warrior with a very interesting tale, he could not bring himself to be as intimidated by him as he was Grayowl. Wormkit knew Nobleheart's story well, and as a result, he had deemed the warrior fairly unthreatening in the sense that he would endanger them. It was the senior warrior with vivid eyes who worried him, and it was that tom whom he worked subtly to avoid. However, chances were that both Grayowl and Lionstar would not stumble upon him if he stayed within the nursery's vicinity. Though he had as little desire to meet up with Crimsonkit and Onyxkit as he did the aforementioned toms, he preferred their company to that of the senior warrior and his leader. He could handle the brother and sister, as well as their third sibling, for he knew them. Despite their high energy levels - but then, he was, perhaps, unusually laid back - they were familiar; therefore they were safe. Having developed enough faith in his chances with this latest run down that familiar train of thought, the tabby kit slipped his eyes slowly shut as he allowed himself to relax a little more. He would be able to hear a cat coming before they actually arrived, and if he opened his eyes quick enough, he would even have the time to identify them before they reached his spot. Yes, that would be enough warning... And the sun felt so nice, warming his pelt. He was glad that he had found the spot where the sun, at the right angle, entered the nursery just so. Ears, once perked and alert, waiting for any sound to reach them, lowered, flopping loosely on the top of his head as he let out a deep breath. His mind told him to wake up, but his body refused to obey. The sun was too pleasant. And Wormkit was lost to sleep.