Recent content by Joykit

The water didn't look that deep. Joykit stared at the river's edge, eyes narrowed, paws planted firmly in the damp silt. The shallows shimmered under the newleaf sun, soft ripples brushing against the shore like an invitation. Somewhere upstream, she could hear the faint splash of a fish, and...

Joykit had been tucked in the shade just outside the nursery, her chin resting on her paws, blue-green eyes half-lidded in that space between resting and watching. She liked watching. It was quieter than talking, safer than playing. From here, she could see most of camp without anyone seeing too...

Joykit had been watching from the nursery entrance—not part of the game, but not entirely apart from it either. Her mismatched eyes flicked from the crowd of kits to the stray moss ball skidding across the clearing, then back again as Houndkit fell behind, stumbling over his own paws. She...

Joykit was still frowning at the mangled pile of reeds when the soft thump of pawsteps caught her ear, followed by the scent of feathers and fresh air. She didn’t need to look to know someone had approached, but her gaze flicked up anyway, just in time to see Shellpool drop a finch beside her...

Joykit listened quietly as the answers came—first from Houndkit, then Splashdance, and finally Shellpool. Each one layered a little more weight onto the question she had thought was simple. What's StarClan? She hadn't expected so much talk of watching eyes and blessings, of warriors who walked...

Joykit stirred. That was the first thing she noticed—how she woke on her own, not to hunger gnawing at her belly, not to the cold creeping into her bones, not to a noise that sent her heart pounding before she was even fully awake. Just… stirred. Her eyes cracked open, expecting the dull ache...

Joykit frowned at her nest. It had served her well, she supposed. A messy bundle of reeds and moss, pushed together with more care than she’d known what to do with. She hadn’t thought much about where it came from at the time, too busy adjusting, too busy watching, too busy making sure no one...

Joykit had been watching the camp like a hawk, her sharp eyes flicking from one cat to the next as she tried to make sense of their movements. She was getting better at predicting what certain actions meant—when a cat lingered near the fresh-kill pile too long, they were about to eat; when a...

Joykit sat near the edge of camp, her paws tucked beneath her and her tail wrapped around her small body. She had overheard the older cats talking about StarClan more than once, and the words had stuck in her mind ever since. They spoke of StarClan like it was something important, something that...

Joykit sat off to the side, her wide blue and green eyes watching the scene with the curiosity and concern only a kit could have. She wasn’t quite sure what had just happened, or why, but there was a sudden charge to the air that felt different. Firefrost, one of the cats she had seen around...

Her small paws tremble slightly as she approaches, the warmth of the sun making her fur feel soft and heavy against the new-leaf breeze. The call to gather that had echoed through the air washed over her, and she tried her best to understand what Lichenstar was talking about. So many things were...

The first cat to speak—Bubbleburst—meets her with a warm smile, a bright, easy energy that Joy doesn’t quite know what to do with. The she-cat says her name is pretty, and Joy blinks, unsure how to respond. It isn’t something she’s ever thought about. Her name is just her name. It’s never been...

Joy walks close to Splashdance, her pelt brushing against the warrior’s leg as they push through the reeds. Every step forward feels heavier than the last, exhaustion creeping into her bones, but she doesn’t stop. She can’t, for the first time in her life, her belly is full. Splashdance had...

Joy’s tear filled eyes stay locked on Splashdance, her tiny body trembling as the older molly’s voice washes over her. Her words, soft and full of understanding, don’t quite register at first. There’s too much confusion, too much pain still tangled up inside her chest. But when the kind she-cat...

Joy's tiny form trembles beneath the weight of her sorrow, each breath she takes coming in sharp gasps, Her blue eyes, wide and innocent, hold an unspoken pain far too heavy for a kit so young. When the stranger parts the reeds she opens her mouth to speak but no words come out as she watches...