Post by Sablekit on Feb 17, 2007 16:20:00 GMT -5
Bright green eyes drifted longingly towards the edge of the Clan’s camp, its owner obviously longing to scuttle away and participate in who-knows-what sort of adventures. Shaking her head, however, Sablekit resisted the urgent call to do obey her desires, forcing her gaze to focus on something else. Something more boring, but still something else. Who knows; maybe something mildly interesting would happen?
No, probably not. Not until she could really be part of the Clan, at least. At five moons old, the tuxedo she-kit was absolutely dying for this last month of kithood to end. Only one moon, and she would be apprenticed. She would finally be able to follow the Warrior Code that she had already taken to heart. Had she not, the small cat would no doubt already be out and about, scurrying about gleefully about the territory at random, smelling, seeing, and learning all sorts of new things.
Now, however, she was grounded. Grounded and bored. And stuck in a den that seemed to have constantly shrinking walls.
No, probably not. Not until she could really be part of the Clan, at least. At five moons old, the tuxedo she-kit was absolutely dying for this last month of kithood to end. Only one moon, and she would be apprenticed. She would finally be able to follow the Warrior Code that she had already taken to heart. Had she not, the small cat would no doubt already be out and about, scurrying about gleefully about the territory at random, smelling, seeing, and learning all sorts of new things.
Now, however, she was grounded. Grounded and bored. And stuck in a den that seemed to have constantly shrinking walls.