Post by Insidious on Jan 1, 2014 20:02:33 GMT -5
Silentkit
Supposedly, the kits of the various clans were obligated to remain firm upon their limitations. He had been reasonably apt at keeping himself at quite the distance from his new clan-mates, able to witness their innocence, their playfulness, and their curiosities be fulfilled by taking mere steps outside of the nursery they called home. All of them were such giddy creatures, rather disturbing, too, in the endless supplies of maturity that they lacked. Their voices never stopped fluttering from their tiny jaws in such high pitched, ear splitting squeals. If this represented what it meant to live in a clan, then he wasn’t entirely certain whether or not it was his preference over the isolation he had once had in the unclaimed. With exceptional ease, the small grayish-white kitten with a blackened face mask slipped free from the nursery’s confinement. Riversong was not currently present to be keeping her watchful eyes glued to him, and so he was able to escape without crossing the minds of any.
The outside was far more exhilarating. Here, he felt as though the cries of kittens could not reach him, and he was therefore left to his peace to do as he pleased. He remained mindful to stay close to dens as he traveled, for if he was to simply waltz into the center of camp where everyone could see him, then he would surely be shooed back to the nursery where he apparently belonged. He had no intentions of going back to that cramped place, and the mere thought of doing so sent an unpleasant shiver down the length of his tiny spine. Of course, a small portion of him felt bad for breaking the rules. Hawkstar had been kind, if not extremely generous, in allowing an outsider to stay and grow alongside them. And, there was no doubt in his mind that Riversong would be sent into a frenzy of worry if to return to the nursery and see that the kitten she was now responsible for was nowhere in sight. He paused, briefly, in this his momentary burden, before pushing himself to press onward. Riversong would be okay as soon as she knew that he had not went far, and Hawkstar would be proud of his willingness to step out into the world and begin acting as what they called apprentices. Everyone else? Well he did not know of any other faces in particular, and so it was not to be any of his concern. Yes, he was certain of it. These thoughts all made perfect sense, and such made his rebellious act completely acceptable.
For a kitten, his sense of smell was perhaps a little more efficient at grasping onto things that did not belong when in comparison to the StoneClan kits’ that had yet to truly test their senses. He had always walked on foreign lands, flanked closely by his father, and he had therefore experienced what clan life sheltered from their young. And so with such a decaying aroma loosely mingled with the StoneClan air, Silentkit slipped into the bordering foliage and returned with an indecent specimen collected in his jaw. He positioned himself directly at the foot of the shrubbery that had just enveloped him, intrigue alight in his pale blue eyes as he examined the deceased mammal of flight: wings angled sharply, feathers scattered messily, and blood littering various specifications of its once living body. A diminutive claw gently prodded the carcass, ensuring his racing mind that there was no traces of life left within it and, therefore, it would not feel any pain. A sigh of relief escaped him, newly feeling as though the acts to come were now somehow appropriate given the creature’s state of health.
Oddity inscribed within each forwardly inching of his paw, the kitten, something of what was meant to be incorruptibility and youthful purity, hooked the gruesome flesh and began to perform delicate incisions so that he may peer upon what lay inside. Inwardly, he apologized to the bird. He felt terrible that its life was destined to come to this, and should it have been alive, he would have most certainly spared it such agony. However, it was not living, and such made it viewable from his curious eyes as an offering to fulfill his limitless wonder. It would all be over soon for the poor body, but until then he could not help himself from being consumed in the sheer beauty of something otherwise sickening.