Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2009 8:16:32 GMT -8
The kit was walking out of the nursery, for the first time of his life. He was always scared, frightened of what was out there. He twitched his ears, the ground feeling rather funny.
It was cold, his fur was cold. He didn't like it, he preferred to be warm, cuddling into his mother's stomach.
He was walking rather slowly, letting the different scents whrill in his nostrils. He shook his head wildly, he didn't like it.
He smelt weird things, scents coming off different animals, scents that smelt eatable, scents that smelt bad.
He looked at his paws, and scuffled them, his gaze soon traveling up to the sky.
'Sky?' he thought.
He heard his mother talk about them, it being blue, with white streaks across it, making pretty hues.
He looked around, seeing brown bodies coming out of the ground, limbs stretching out wide, being long, with green claws, or brown claws, and even yellow! He saw how many there were, and all he could do, was shake his head, wondering if that was the so called 'tree'.
He was getting frightened, and he didn't like the cold weather.
This was getting scary for him, but he kept looking around. He saw cats walking around, the leader telling them to do duties, telling apprentice's to clean out the elder's den.
One thing he thought was weird to see, was the pile. The pile with dead animals on it, that is where the scent came from. The scent that he liked to call, "Eatable."
He wondered if they really were eatable, but he didn't know, and he didn't want to try.
He leaped up, something scarying him terribly. It was a loud 'Cawing' noise. He looked up, his eyes wide, seeing a bird fly by, circling ahead.
He shook his head, not knowing what that was.
He took a few more steps, his eyes moving left to right, seeing dens, where fur stood out. He shook his head, knowing that was other cats, sleeping.
He stood there, his tail tip flicking, Darkkit watching everything.
It was cold, his fur was cold. He didn't like it, he preferred to be warm, cuddling into his mother's stomach.
He was walking rather slowly, letting the different scents whrill in his nostrils. He shook his head wildly, he didn't like it.
He smelt weird things, scents coming off different animals, scents that smelt eatable, scents that smelt bad.
He looked at his paws, and scuffled them, his gaze soon traveling up to the sky.
'Sky?' he thought.
He heard his mother talk about them, it being blue, with white streaks across it, making pretty hues.
He looked around, seeing brown bodies coming out of the ground, limbs stretching out wide, being long, with green claws, or brown claws, and even yellow! He saw how many there were, and all he could do, was shake his head, wondering if that was the so called 'tree'.
He was getting frightened, and he didn't like the cold weather.
This was getting scary for him, but he kept looking around. He saw cats walking around, the leader telling them to do duties, telling apprentice's to clean out the elder's den.
One thing he thought was weird to see, was the pile. The pile with dead animals on it, that is where the scent came from. The scent that he liked to call, "Eatable."
He wondered if they really were eatable, but he didn't know, and he didn't want to try.
He leaped up, something scarying him terribly. It was a loud 'Cawing' noise. He looked up, his eyes wide, seeing a bird fly by, circling ahead.
He shook his head, not knowing what that was.
He took a few more steps, his eyes moving left to right, seeing dens, where fur stood out. He shook his head, knowing that was other cats, sleeping.
He stood there, his tail tip flicking, Darkkit watching everything.
did I get demoted 
