without me ~ stormkit

[Flamestar]

BORN TO FIND THAT GREAT UNKNOWN ⋆⁺₊⋆
chirp chirp

Hopping along the ground just outside the nursery was a small brown bird. It nosed the ground with it's beak, completely unaware that it was being watched. Inside the nursery, Flamewhisker lay in wait for the right moment. Her tail stuck out straight behind her, and ever so slowly she began to creep her way towards the exit. Normally, she would have left it alone, but this was personal. Not that she believed it was the same bird who had tormented her while she was expecting, but maybe...just maybe it was.

Like a flash of lightening, the lead warrior would erupt from the den, landing square on the bird. She drew her head back in triumph, feeling quite relieved that she still had it in here after these past few weeks. "I told you I would get you. Should've stayed away." she would cackle, clearly overly proud of herself in this moment. The bird wasn't much, but it was still something. Besides, it was perfect for the kits.

She would pick it up, twitching her nose as it's feathers tickled her nose. Stormkit had been watching her nearby, so she would carry it over to her daughter. "Would you like to try your first bird?"

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@STORMKIT

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[STORMFEATHER]

Wide, three-moon old eyes watched the flash of orange swiftly descend on the feathered creature. It was a swift and honorable end to its life. Stormkit leapt up immediately once she saw the fruit of her mother's labor dangling from her jaws. "It didn't stand a chance!" She gasped, shivering with admiration. Her mother was so strong and powerful, just like her father.

The tricolored kitten ambled out of her watching post inside the nursery, brushing the side of her flank affectionately against her mother's legs. "Yes! I'm going to be just like you, mama. I will hunt just as well."

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[Flamestar]

BORN TO FIND THAT GREAT UNKNOWN ⋆⁺₊⋆
Seeing the burning admiration in her daughter's eyes caused her fur to grow warm. There were several things she had done wrong, and she knew Howling Wind and Flycatcher would have her hide if they knew she had caught something...but its not like she left the camp...The red queen sat down in front of Stormkit, and set the bird down in front of her paws. She would lift an alabaster paw, and motion for her to dig in. It was far too small for them to share, and she had seen Falconkit sharing with Little Wolf earlier.

"They are a little feathery...but once you get past that they are delicious." she would say quietly, leaning down to touch her nose to her daughter's forehead. " I wouldn't want you to be just like me." Her voice was soft and sincere. There were so many reasons she didn't want her children to be like her. So many memories and pain that she wouldn't ever wish upon anyone.

I will hunt just as well.

Her final words warmed her heart. It was something that she had wanted since she found out that they were expecting. Hunting was her favorite pastime, and she couldn't wait to take both of their kits out and hunt together as a family. "When you are old enough, we will hunt together as much as your heart desires." the words rolled off her tongue in a purr. "If you would like...I could show you a couple things when you finish your bird. We can pretend it's feathers are a mouse."

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[STORMFEATHER]

"Why not?" Stormkit's expression fell—not quite a crestfallen one, but at the very least a curious one. In her eyes, her mother was worth more than the leader of ThunderClan. She was young and a kit, and did not know better. The hero of her short life was Flamewhisker and Flycatcher. Who wouldn't want to be as great as them?

The little tricolor kit bent her head down and took her first taste of bird, sneezing past a clump of feathers. "It's good!" She purred, gnawing on more of it. The idea of her hunting alongside her mother, father, and brother made her heart squeeze with glee. That was exactly what she wanted. That was what she was born to do. "I can't wait." Her tail puffed up and trembled and she quickly finished off the bird—she was a growing kit.

"What now?" She slapped her paw down on a wayward feather, eyes dilated.

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