- Sep 20, 2022
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I'VE BEEN RUNNIN THROUGH THIS STRANGE LIFE,
CHASIN' ALL THEM GREEN LIGHTS
THROWING OUT THE SHADE FOR A LITTLE BIT OF SUNSHINE
CHASIN' ALL THEM GREEN LIGHTS
THROWING OUT THE SHADE FOR A LITTLE BIT OF SUNSHINE
Windclan was the best. If Dust was certain about anything, it was assuredly how excellent the moor group was. And he would know! The energetic tomkit had spent the first part of his life living in twoleg place- not as a kittypet, mind you!- but as a stray cat on the streets. So he'd sort of seen a bit of both worlds, and his ma had been a kittypet -sort of- before he'd been born, so he also had her storys to reference as well. And trust him; when it came down to it, Windclan was definitely the place to be.
Knowing this, it hadn't taken Dustkit long to settle into life with the clan. While no longer having his mother around was still a sad thought, there were now so many new things going on his life that it was hard to focus on any of the bad stuff that had been affecting him beforehand. For the first time in his life there were tons of other kittens to play with, adults to keep him fed, and -maybe most exciting of all- he now had something to look forward to within his future. Now, Dustkit could become a warrior.
And by Starclan, Dust was going to be the fiercest, most loyal warrior Windclan had ever seen!
He'd been doing a lot of growing lately in the weeks since he'd first walked into camp and made himself at home, and he knew that soon he'd be old enough to have a mentor of his own. It was a day the boy was eagerly awaiting, and in the meantime he did his best to prepare for the swiftly approaching day. He would wrestle with any cat who'd give him the time of day, would pester the warriors about their catches whenever hunting patrols returned to top off the kill pile, and had recently taken to stalking leaves about camp as if they were fat mice waiting to be pounced on. Anyone who'd been keeping an eye on him could tell he he needed work. Dust didn't have the build of the typical windclanner. He was neither lithe nor lean, his broad shoulders and oversized paws alluding to a bulkier stature that left him heavy and unsteady on his feet.
Still, that didn't stop the headstrong kitten from practicing his moves.
Crouched low to the ground as he stalked toward his prey, Dust was neither quiet nor graceful as large paws shuffled through the dirt. Pale blue eyes were focused keenly on their target, and what he lacked in stealth he seemed to make up for in power as he gave his butt a little wiggle before launching himself forward. Despite his sloppy approach the pounce itself was strong, and he let out a triumphant yowl as he crashed into @BRIGHTSHINE! with a giant grin. "Gotcha!"
ooc- for reference this takes place before the most recent meeting (so none of the kits are paws yet!)
duskit - windclan - single - a large, handsome charcoal minx tomcat with blue eyes