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- Oct 4, 2022
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THERE'S A WORLD THAT WAS MEANT FOR OUR EYES TO SEE
As twilight weaned off into the darkness of the night, warriors conversed with each other, filled their bellies, and the normally-bustling camp began to dwindle down with the sun. Patchkit was always trying to escape camp but she had quickly discovered even for a little kit like her, it wouldn't be easy, and unfortunately for her, everything outside of camp was "dangerous" and "treacherous" and "not for kits". Whatever that meant. So Patchkit remained confined to the camp, left to pace back and forth in agonizing boredom. She had no idea what she was going to do from here, especially now that she was wide awake while most of the other kits had gone to bed already. Her paws itched and ached and she would occasionally give a sharp twitch and a jerk, before she sprinted across camp with a sudden burst of speed. Even for a kit, she was fast, zipping around to see how fast she could run. Patchkit shoved her paws into the ground to jerk herself to a stop, rolled, and sprang back up as quickly as she fell only to tumble into the walled thicket.
She squeaked from the pain of thorns digging into her patchy striped fur and took a few steps away from it to sit down hardly half a fox's-length away. A frown formed on her face as she stared at the barrier and its twisting, arm-like thorny branches. Her body felt terribly sore from jumping around all over camp, but it wasn't stopping her today! She'd leap up once again like a bird and twisted on one foot to turn around and she'd sprint even faster--
Before she smacked straight into a bunch of legs and fell over like a fish.
"Patchy..." Her father's voice spoke from above her, and Patchkit glanced up at him with wide heedful eyes. Her fur fluffed itself up so much that she became a funny tri-colored puffball, and he barked a laugh at the sight before helping her up by nudging her onto her feet with his nose. "You should be more careful. You look like you're ready to charge through a den wall," He commented with mirth sparkling in his eyes, "But you need to calm down before you bowl somebody over. In fact, you need to go to sleep soon."
"Aww, Dad, I'm not ready to sleep yet! I can't sleep, look at me! I'm a flash! I'm lightning!" She boasted, darting between his legs to prove it. While he was thoroughly amused by her efforts, Spotflare was having none of it, and he promptly took her by the scruff with some effort.
Once he dropped her off at the entrance to the nursery, Spotflare gave her forehead a lick--despite her protests--and reasoned: as long as she didn't wake up any of the other kits and queens and she stayed in the nursery, Patchkit could stay up a little bit longer. When she began to grumble, though, he threatened to take that away completely and Patchkit quickly yielded. Grumbling more under her breath, she headed further into the nursery and towards the nest where her siblings, Cherrykit and Spicekit, rested.
Spotflare settled himself down outside of the nursery's entrance with a chuckle. Of course he'd come back in later to wish them goodnight, but he didn't want to intrude on the other queens sleeping.
Once again bored with nothing to do, Patchkit inspected her surroundings to try and find something new that could enrapture her attention, but there was nothing. And so with an unceremoniously loud and exasperated groan, she flopped over her sister's back. It was a good thing she wasn't very heavy, even as the oldest of the three. For a second she was quiet, before she sat up and looked down at Spicekit with a curious look in her brown eyes. She was always leaping on her siblings or snuggling close, especially when she was cold.
"Hey, sis, whaddya think we'll do when we're older?" The question was unexpected, but not unwelcome. They had been living in the clan for a while now, and the thought had been persisting in her mind for some time. "I think we'll be cool warriors. I can't wait to be a cool warrior so I can get out of this boring camp. It's always the same, I wanna see somethin' new! Don't-cha think?"
She squeaked from the pain of thorns digging into her patchy striped fur and took a few steps away from it to sit down hardly half a fox's-length away. A frown formed on her face as she stared at the barrier and its twisting, arm-like thorny branches. Her body felt terribly sore from jumping around all over camp, but it wasn't stopping her today! She'd leap up once again like a bird and twisted on one foot to turn around and she'd sprint even faster--
Before she smacked straight into a bunch of legs and fell over like a fish.
"Patchy..." Her father's voice spoke from above her, and Patchkit glanced up at him with wide heedful eyes. Her fur fluffed itself up so much that she became a funny tri-colored puffball, and he barked a laugh at the sight before helping her up by nudging her onto her feet with his nose. "You should be more careful. You look like you're ready to charge through a den wall," He commented with mirth sparkling in his eyes, "But you need to calm down before you bowl somebody over. In fact, you need to go to sleep soon."
"Aww, Dad, I'm not ready to sleep yet! I can't sleep, look at me! I'm a flash! I'm lightning!" She boasted, darting between his legs to prove it. While he was thoroughly amused by her efforts, Spotflare was having none of it, and he promptly took her by the scruff with some effort.
Once he dropped her off at the entrance to the nursery, Spotflare gave her forehead a lick--despite her protests--and reasoned: as long as she didn't wake up any of the other kits and queens and she stayed in the nursery, Patchkit could stay up a little bit longer. When she began to grumble, though, he threatened to take that away completely and Patchkit quickly yielded. Grumbling more under her breath, she headed further into the nursery and towards the nest where her siblings, Cherrykit and Spicekit, rested.
Spotflare settled himself down outside of the nursery's entrance with a chuckle. Of course he'd come back in later to wish them goodnight, but he didn't want to intrude on the other queens sleeping.
Once again bored with nothing to do, Patchkit inspected her surroundings to try and find something new that could enrapture her attention, but there was nothing. And so with an unceremoniously loud and exasperated groan, she flopped over her sister's back. It was a good thing she wasn't very heavy, even as the oldest of the three. For a second she was quiet, before she sat up and looked down at Spicekit with a curious look in her brown eyes. She was always leaping on her siblings or snuggling close, especially when she was cold.
"Hey, sis, whaddya think we'll do when we're older?" The question was unexpected, but not unwelcome. They had been living in the clan for a while now, and the thought had been persisting in her mind for some time. "I think we'll be cool warriors. I can't wait to be a cool warrior so I can get out of this boring camp. It's always the same, I wanna see somethin' new! Don't-cha think?"