Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2019 21:26:50 GMT -5
LIGHTNINGCLAN - KIT - 3 MOONS
How annoying is this. Greenkit thought, eyes closed and breathing slowed in an attempt to fool the warm bodies around her. It had worked so far, though her patience had been well tested. It had felt like moons, collapsed in a nest beside her sisters, laying still as stone until she swore they had drifted off to sleep...then a little bit longer just in case. I shouldn't have to sneak around just to see the world outside this StarClan forsaken camp! She cursed, green-tinted eyes flickering open.
The temperamental she-kit was determined to slip away, and what better time than the dead of night? Greenkit shifted slightly. Nothing. Slowly she slid away from the resting tangle of fur, until she felt wholly confident she had managed to make a successful escape. From the nursery at least. The she-kit's tail flicked in irritation, brushing the side of the den. Her heart skipped a beat and she crouched, frozen. Be careful you harebrained, sorry excuse of a cat! Greenkit thought to herself as she crawled forward excruciatingly slow, unquestionably stealing a curse she had heard from the apprentices to ridicule her downfalls. Although, despite her internal self-deprecation and criticism, Greenkit's mind ultimately desired to exceed yesterday's self.
Which is why she was trying to get outside of camp again.
Greenkit slipped out of the nursery with relative ease, skirting the edge of camp along the dens, peaking in each one as she passed. It felt powerful in a sense, being awake while everyone was at their most vulnerable. The tabby kitten felt a chill scuttle down her spine as she scouted the clearing for those awake enough to rat her out, though her eyes were straining.
The sky was pitch black. StarClan was completely absent from the heavens, and the ground was gelid beneath her soft paw pads. She looked down to find out the driest place to step, though the kit could barely see her white paws beneath her in the blackness. That's inconvenient. Greenkit thought, annoyed by the darkness, though also relishing the pretense of solitude. She rubbed her paws in the mud, watching as the ghostly, pale fur disappeared before her eyes. No one will find me now. The young tabby mused arrogantly, continuing her expedition.
Many thoughts drifted through her mind as she navigated the encompassing night. Thoughts of her clanmates, her family, and her ambitions. The lithe kitten's eyes were practically useless, though she grew up in this camp, spending moons walking the same circle day after day. Greenkit's whiskers twitched when she neared the elder's den. Or rather, where she believed the elder's den was. She breathed in, scenting Firesky and company inside, heavily tinted with the smell of mouse bile and...StarClan, she didn't quite know how to describe the smell of old cat. Greenkit almost snorted out loud in laughter. She loved the elders but they were weird. In every way it felt.
As she continued moving, the kitten closed her eyes, feeling the world beneath her paws, against her whiskers...listening, smelling...
Greenkit's eyes opened, dancing shadows making her head spin slightly. Was someone following her? Did she hear something? Or smell something? Or both? Neither? StarClan I'm going mad. She thought, tail flicking angrily, slapping into the edge of one of the dens. She scooted forward quickly, nearly running into a cat retreating from the dirtplace back to the warmth of the warrior's den.
Her heart almost exploded out of her chest, and surprise sent her fur spiked out in all different directions.
"What are you doing here?" Sparkjaw growled sleepily, the ginger and white tom looking baffled. The tom had almost trampled Greenkit, and his groggy eyes seemed entirely disinterested in escorting the kitten back to the nursery. So, Greenkit wouldn't delay his slumber any longer.
"I..." She spit out, heart still racing from the encounter. "I just needed to use the dirtplace."
"Well, so did I. I'm glad this happened after I went, because I would have painted you brown if you pulled this stunt on my way in. You literally scared the crap out of me, if I had any left that is."
Greenkit almost visibly cringed. Are all toms this gross and vulgar? She thought, disgusted. She would give him the benefit of the doubt though. First impressions are bound to be terrible on a tired mind.
"I'm sorry!" She apologized politely, scooting around Sparkjaw and slipping into the dirtplace. Greenkit peaked out, watching the older tom shrug and saunter groggily back to his nest. The young tabby kitten slipped into the clearing and trotted to the most secluded area she could find. She rolled over on her side and closed her eyes, listening to the crickets chirp, feeling the cold, moist soil beneath her body, smelling the fresh, earthy smell of night...grateful for the solitude that was so hard to come by.
Greenkit's mind raced, split between emotion and logic in every decision and vision.
What's the right lens? She thought, alone in the night. What's the right way?
She was starting to identify her efforts of escape as futile, increasingly by the moment. Though the peace she had discovered in privacy was fulfilling to her soul.
Greenkit sighed.
EVER WAXING AND WANING
Greenkit