It was a bright sunny morning, and streaks of color exploded from the sun and embraced the sky. Desertkit tiresomely sat up and walked towards the fresh kill pile. She pick at a chaffinch, but barely tasted a thing. Her paws felt sore as if she had been running, and her breaths came in short gasps. Desrtkit dragged herself to the apprentices' den where she saw Darkpaw and his mentor about to go hunting. Darkpaw turned to her, anticipation gleaming in his eyes.
"Can Desertkit come?" Darkpaw asked. Bittersweet took one look at her and scoffed. "Of course not, she's just a kit" Bittersweet turned away, and Darkpaw just shrugged and followed his mentor. Hurt, Desertkit walked into her den, heartbroken and sad. Her paws ached and her body was numb. Her mind buzzed angrily. 'Who does she think she is? I deserve way more than this!' Her body began to quiver with uncertainty.
Padding outside sorrowfully, she walked to the iddle of camp. The windw as in the air, running icy cold fingers through her fur, making it prickle with irritation. Here she was, a beautiful day with a calm breeze, sititng like a kit, again. Why hadn't Sharpstar chosen her? She was older! She was wiser! Well, maybe not wiser, but still! Desertkit growled to herself. While in thought, a shadow threw over her. She looked up to see Sharpstar, staring at her with wisdomic eyes.
"Desertkit, don't be angry little one" She mewed to the kit. Sharpstar leaned forward and touched her nose t tthe kit. Desertkit starred up in awe. Then she shook her head and whined. "Why not me? Why?" Her voice was filled with agony. Sharpstar turned to the kit. "Because, I want to apprentice you. You are the kit of my deputy." Sharpstar whispered. Desertkit's eyes widened. How had this happened?
Yeah Yeah, short. Whatever. Deal. I am going to make the next one long and interesting.