- Jun 14, 2024
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Ever since Coltkit started keeping his eyes on the queens and his mind on the lectures when their various Clan - culture lessons are imparted, the world around him has grown gradually less mystifying. The high sandy walls of camp, bordered in lush grass and nodding ferns, has started to feel more like home than pale smooth surfaces and artificial scents. The kit himself smells like his Clanmates now, like rich leaf - litter and the sunlight that streams through the canopy, the sweet pastoral scent of deep green grass replacing that of kibble and asphalt.
That's how he knows Howlingstar is important—a special kind of important. He thinks some of his denmates, the nice ones, like Twilightkit, are important—but apparently Howlingstar is a whole different kind of important, because she's in charge of everyone, like how the queens are in charge of him and the other kits. She also kicked out some of the mean cats, like Redflower 'n Ravenstrike, so Coltkit already likes her . . . even if sometimes he worries Ravenstrike might come back, somehow, and call him nasty things that make his chest hurt—like disgusting kittypet.
He approaches the stately tabby with a little hesitance in his heavy pawsteps, alternately - toned blue eyes wide and saucer - round; she kicked out the mean cats, but that doesn't entirely rule out that she might call him mean things. She looks nice, though, with soft crinkles around her warm green eyes and a fluffy striped coat that reminds him of Nightbird's kits; Coltkit likes the serene set of her greying muzzle and the sun - brightness in her gaze. She looks like a real ThunderClanner, just like how he wants to look.
" Howlingstar! " he mrrows, one outsize paw bapping at the leader's elbow—not that Coltkit has far to reach. He's already taller than most of his denmates, even some of the older ones, and it feels like every day he has to mound more moss onto his little nest. Floppy ears twitch back, as if fearful of rejection, but he gazes up at Howlingstar with hopeful blue eyes and mrrows, " Can I show you, um, this super cool battle move I learned? "
His fluffy tails wags puppyish behind him, off - tone eyes lighting up when he receives an affirmative. " Okay! " Coltkit chirps, trying to focus up. He has to impress Howlingstar with his cool move, so he can show her that he's a real ThunderClanner, like Roeflame said, and not a weak kittypet! His small pink tongue pokes between his overlong fangs as he gazes at the big wad of moss he'd dragged along to be his opponent.
White haunches bunch and he springs, sending the lump of moss flying with one heavy - pawed swing and then tucking his awkward kitten - body neatly into a bundle. He rolls for a couple paces and then springs up in a flurry of overlong limbs, turning around to face the leader once more. The motion is childish but well - molded, with the promise of future skill infused into the way Coltkit thoughtlessly maneuvers himself. He blinks hopefully up at Howlingstar. " Did you see? Did I do it good? "
That's how he knows Howlingstar is important—a special kind of important. He thinks some of his denmates, the nice ones, like Twilightkit, are important—but apparently Howlingstar is a whole different kind of important, because she's in charge of everyone, like how the queens are in charge of him and the other kits. She also kicked out some of the mean cats, like Redflower 'n Ravenstrike, so Coltkit already likes her . . . even if sometimes he worries Ravenstrike might come back, somehow, and call him nasty things that make his chest hurt—like disgusting kittypet.
He approaches the stately tabby with a little hesitance in his heavy pawsteps, alternately - toned blue eyes wide and saucer - round; she kicked out the mean cats, but that doesn't entirely rule out that she might call him mean things. She looks nice, though, with soft crinkles around her warm green eyes and a fluffy striped coat that reminds him of Nightbird's kits; Coltkit likes the serene set of her greying muzzle and the sun - brightness in her gaze. She looks like a real ThunderClanner, just like how he wants to look.
" Howlingstar! " he mrrows, one outsize paw bapping at the leader's elbow—not that Coltkit has far to reach. He's already taller than most of his denmates, even some of the older ones, and it feels like every day he has to mound more moss onto his little nest. Floppy ears twitch back, as if fearful of rejection, but he gazes up at Howlingstar with hopeful blue eyes and mrrows, " Can I show you, um, this super cool battle move I learned? "
His fluffy tails wags puppyish behind him, off - tone eyes lighting up when he receives an affirmative. " Okay! " Coltkit chirps, trying to focus up. He has to impress Howlingstar with his cool move, so he can show her that he's a real ThunderClanner, like Roeflame said, and not a weak kittypet! His small pink tongue pokes between his overlong fangs as he gazes at the big wad of moss he'd dragged along to be his opponent.
White haunches bunch and he springs, sending the lump of moss flying with one heavy - pawed swing and then tucking his awkward kitten - body neatly into a bundle. He rolls for a couple paces and then springs up in a flurry of overlong limbs, turning around to face the leader once more. The motion is childish but well - molded, with the promise of future skill infused into the way Coltkit thoughtlessly maneuvers himself. He blinks hopefully up at Howlingstar. " Did you see? Did I do it good? "
