dauntless [kits, open] Jul 6, 2013 20:57:34 GMT -5
Post by Phoenix on Jul 6, 2013 20:57:34 GMT -5
Had anyone bothered to cast a stray glance toward the few shadows around the medicine cat's den, an onlooker would have spied two kits, a ginger-brown tabby and a silver tabby, slinking toward the opening nearly shoulder to shoulder. If the attempt at stealth itself was not a give away, the way the young silver tom kept glancing over his shoulder would have made it clear that they most certainly were not supposed to be there and he knew it. But it was mid-day, with the sun high in the sky, and the camp almost appeared deserted. The occasional warrior or apprentice marched by, but it seemed as though most of the grown cats were taking advantage of the lingering traces of green-leaf and out hunting. Perhaps emulating their older role models, the kits, in turn, had decided to take advantage of the empty camp.
At the head of the group, Gustkit was far from reluctant to participate in their investigation of medicine cat's den. True, the elder of the pair of inhabitants was less than welcoming, what with his cold demeanor and generally creepy behavior, but he refused to let that stop him. What kind of warrior would he be if he cowered away from everyone who showed as much emotion as a stone? A bad one. Besides, it was partially because of Rookfrost's generally creepy behavior that he was there in the first place. He could claim to be concerned about Snowpaw - which was partially true - but mostly he wanted to see what was on the inside of the black cat's den; if there was something that made him all creepy, then they could get rid of it and hopefully prevent their older brother from contracting the same... issue.
Though he would never admit it to anyone, the silver tabby also wanted - needed - to prove to himself that he was not intimidated by Rookfrost. He wasn't scared of the black tom. He couldn't be.
Yellow-green eyes peered around the corner of the den, and when he did not spy a familiar white pelt or a black one, he let out the breath he hadn't even known he was holding. Turning back to his siblings, he gestured the more reluctant ones forward. "We're good," Gustkit whispered, even as he began to inch his way into the den. "He's not here." Nose crinkled against the powerful scent of herbs, the tom entered the shadowy den completely, wondering how Snowpaw could stand to spend so much time in a place that smelled so bad.