Hold your breath, Dead ! Lost in the thoughts of a million prospects, the young tom held onto his precious breaths as the breeze brought in by PartridgeWing bit at his tiny frame. It's too cold to be doing this ! The more sensible of his concience spoke up. Though it didn't take long for the careless side, come on, you know Elm'll think you're really cool for doing this ! He knew stories about his closest friend - the spunky and overly enthusiastic behaviour sure spread word quicker than wildfires. Once each and every Queen, including his own Mother, had settled, the tom buried his dampened nose into his littermate's shoulders. One, two, three, four. Two pairs of shoulders for two smelly Kits. Only joking, though FogKit does smell !
"Ugh, go away..." FogKit grumbled under her foul breath. Better not mention that, retracking previous thoughts, DeadKit quickly agreed to himself.
"Are we going now ?" His second Sister spoke up, in her usually chirpy tone. A fat grin immediately spread across her features as DeadKit nodded in rapid motion,
"But if you don't move your butts we won't !"
"Sure it's safe ?" For once, and probably the only time, his other Sister startled him with such words.
"Hello, where's FogKit ?" DeadKit and CedarKit choired, to the eye roll of their littermate.
"Try not to wake any Queens. It's our only chance !" The hopeful young tom whispered under his own breath as he tip toed away from his Mother and her tiny hoard of neutrals, each and every one of their multicoloured pelts forming some jumble of shapes. As the exit, also the entrance, of the tightly packed Nursery drew closer, the petite heart in his chest thudded against his ribcage. Thud, thud, thud. It almost hurt, the amount of anxiety the tom was now overwhelmed with. Almost instantly, as if planned, the greater gust of lightly dampened gave the young Kit a smack in the facial features.
"Ow." He mumbled, half to himself. Though his Sisters hadn't heard, they were busy bickering as they squeezed themselves out of the Nursery. Unfortunately, the tom had been at the back of the argument therefore dragged into it, all three tumbling out in one heap of differently shaded charcoal.
"Say we did rather well there, if I may do." CedarKit's usual cocky grin splattered her muzzle, tipping it forwards to the sight of all three's best friends - BadgerKit and ScorpionKit, two Brothers borne from an unlikeable duo. Father a tyrant, both of murderous and she cats, their Mother another unexperienced pretty face thirsty for adventure. Deeply saddened by the expecting of them, her attempts to rid them from her figure were unanswered, resulting in their birth. Though partial of her wish was granted - both Sisters alongside the Brother duo had been as still as a branch, much like himself, at their kitting. Angst overtaking her, the she ditched her newborns on the edge of StoatClan territory - LeopardStar taking pity upon them both, a rare fact, and reeling them in as her own. Only StarClan know where their biological parents could be, as they didn't even know. Convinced LeopardStar and her mate WolfSnarl were their parents, it would stay that way. No other knew. Only the true parentage and the adoptive.
"Yeah yeah - Hey BadgerKit, hi ScorpionKit !" FogKit's tsundere chip seem to fade away at their sight - friendship seemed to have some sort of invisible power. Isn't this going to be fun ?
"Hey guys ! So, where is it then ?" A newer and slicker grin split the brindle straddled muzzle of ScorpionKit, named for the venomous glint in his illuminate yellow eyes.
"Bristle Creek." Excitement ebbed away from the young Kit. No, no, no ! I was told we're going to Emerald Lake. That isn't fair ! It's dangerous, too. Going to protest, the split second his tongue flickered from his rose hued lips, his Sisters seemed to recognize the act and rolled their matching cerulean orbs back with a menacing glare in them. His tongue soon found it's place back against his throat.
"Well then, aren't we going to go ?" Anticipating the events following, the Kit didn't bother to protest, but instead stuck like sap to his much larger Sisters. It were a peculiar sight, as typically, masculine overtook feminine in height. However, in this case, the premature and undergrown tom's head came to his Sister's shoulders. It were a humorous sight, in fact.
All the tom could predict wasn't what he'd ever dream of in all his moons, the crystallized river speckled delicately with twinkling milky stars, burning thousands of moons away. Blankets of obsidian wrapped the skies, sending gentle shudders down his short spine. I don't like this anymore. I don't like it.
