- Mar 30, 2024
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Dustkit has spent a majority of her life in the nursery, under the watchful eyes of Cloudcatcher and the other queens whenever her dad wasn't around to keep her from wandering off. She knows every branch of the gorse that sometimes snags her pelt when she investigates it whenever she manages to crawl on the bigger body of her dad, she knows where both the warmest and coldest parts of the nursery. And she also knows just how bored she is whenever her brothers and the other kits are busy sleeping or whatever, today she's had enough she's gonna go out into camp as far as she can and feel all sorts of new things on her paws and smell every weird smell she can. Her familiarity with the nursery allows her to bolt out right towards the entrance like any other kit, - she'd spent some time bonking her head against either side of it until her scent marks were unmistakable.
She's fast for a girl with such short legs, though she tires out quick plopping down a good few fox lengths away not to far from the center of camp. To her the distance she got must've been grand she must've ran across the whole moor with how fast she was! She couldn't wait to tell dad, she bets even her brothers haven't been this far! Her ears swivel, everything is much much louder then it was from the farthest she's normally been allowed out, close enough to the nursery that she can find her way back without anyone picking her up by the scruff so not very far at all. The fur on her neck prickles, both from uneasiness as well as her own excitement at the unknown. Her whiskers twitch and her muzzle rises up before the rest of her does, if the noises were louder then the scents were much much more potent it's almost overwhelming there's so many scents - adults, food, grass and flowers (she's told those are really pretty, sadly they weren't tasty though!). She's not scared though, she's brave super brave, the bravest cat in windclan in the history of ever!
She still gets to her paws and begins to slowly and more uneasily pad along a low "hehehehe" likely catching the attention of a nearby clanmate, she thinks she's very sneaky but her paw steps are very very high and not quiet in the slightest.
She's fast for a girl with such short legs, though she tires out quick plopping down a good few fox lengths away not to far from the center of camp. To her the distance she got must've been grand she must've ran across the whole moor with how fast she was! She couldn't wait to tell dad, she bets even her brothers haven't been this far! Her ears swivel, everything is much much louder then it was from the farthest she's normally been allowed out, close enough to the nursery that she can find her way back without anyone picking her up by the scruff so not very far at all. The fur on her neck prickles, both from uneasiness as well as her own excitement at the unknown. Her whiskers twitch and her muzzle rises up before the rest of her does, if the noises were louder then the scents were much much more potent it's almost overwhelming there's so many scents - adults, food, grass and flowers (she's told those are really pretty, sadly they weren't tasty though!). She's not scared though, she's brave super brave, the bravest cat in windclan in the history of ever!
She still gets to her paws and begins to slowly and more uneasily pad along a low "hehehehe" likely catching the attention of a nearby clanmate, she thinks she's very sneaky but her paw steps are very very high and not quiet in the slightest.