Light peeked into the den, hurting her eyes. The brown cat opened her eyes slightly. She yawned and turned over, moaning. She flipped into a wall of fur. It sqeaked and flipped over too. They shared a look. One annoyingly, one amused.
The yellow tom looked at his sister and mowed, "Hate, will you stop waking me up that way?" Hate laughed and stretched happily, letting the sun bask her brown fur. Burn stretched too, showing his large fangs that yellowed and stank like a word Hate couldn't use. Hate sat down, her stub of a tail barely over her paws. Her line of siblings slept in the nest. It was Burn, herself, Danger, Draft, Scar and Terror. Hate licked her pelt, cleaning the newly cut wounds. She sighed. She lived with other cats. Her mother, Fawn and her father Flesh. She also lived with kits and their parents. She looked around. Other kits slept soundly. There was Blood's and Dream's, Cate, Cranck, Cut, Creap and Tear. Also Flesh's and Dream's kits slept soundly. The toms: Cat, Scat and Feat. The she-cats were the twins Black and Gray. Hate shifted uncomfortably.
Sometimes, her mother would tell them stories about her life in the Clan. She also told them that they were born in a Clan. Her former name was Hatekit, and her brother's had 'kit' at their end of the name too. Fawn's name was Fawnpaw when she lived there. Whenever Fawn would speak of the Clan's, she would have this farway look in her eyes, and also looked into space as she spoke.
A loud shatter brought Hate back into reality. Her father and Blood came into the den. The other kits had woken up too and all lined in their nest. Hate scampered to her spot between Cate and Black. She sat up straightly, her shoulders poking out, revealing well muscle. She stared straight ahead, looking at the other line. The other line compacted of the tom cats. Each she-cat was paired up with a tom for a mate. Hate was paired up with Scat. Scat was a handsome ginger tom cat with brilliant green eyes. You can call him beautiful any day, he won't mind.
Blood and Flesh walked between the two lines, looking for stray kits that lost their minds. Today was a good day for Hate. She stood up straight. looking straight ahead, and didn't move as her cuts itched. Yesterday, she prayed a price when a feather landed on her nose and she sneezed. All through dawn she had been beaten silly, recieving the cuts.
Flesh looked impreshed. He nodded at her and continued, passing down the line. Blood inspected the toms, hitting their shoulders violently to prop them up higher. Blood passed the line smoothly, meeting Flesh at the end.
"Today, you will explore the territory with your partner. The territory lies between the Bear Den and the Lightning Tree. A creek lies, splitting the territory in two. If you follow the river, it leads to another terrotory full of foxes. A truce has been made with them and they make no hesitation if a cat passes their border. To mark where out terrotory ends at the creek, is two big boulders coverded with moss and scents which gaurds the creek. The other end is an abanded badger den, also coverded with scents. For extra known, the territorial border is lined with our scents."
Blood looked around the den, flicking his tail for emphasize.
Flesh nodded, dimissing the group. Hate scampered to Scat immdietly. Scat was licking his ginger paw, then flicking it over his left ear. He opened an eye, looking at Hate with his brilliant green eye. Oh, great. The signal.
Hate sadly fell onto her rump, placing her head between her paws. She stared up at Scat, waiting for him to finish getting ready.
Scat was beautiful as she said before, oh and does he know it. Veryday, he HAS to have at LEAST five minutes to wash himself for the day.
Scat looked at Hate.
"okay, I'm done." Hate bounced up like the kit she is. She scampered around like a cat discovering a plum, the rare ingredient to pass the assement.
"Oh, stop acting like a you found a plum," Scat rolled his eyes, amusement in them.
"Okay, lets go. But, as before, stay BEHIND me!" With that, Scat turned around, his tail up high, leading the way out.