Here's some more of the adorable kit duo of Redkit and Silverkit! Sorry it took so long to get out, I was busy for a while. Anyway, this chapter's a little shorter than the others, but it was all I needed for this scene anyways. Hope you guys like it, and please leave reviews!
"Silverkit, get up!" Silverkit squirmed out from underneath the larger, red-furred kit that was squishing the heck out of her.
"What is it, Redkit?" she yawned. "It's still dark out." Redkit bounced around her nest in excitement, her eyes filled with a look Silverkit knew all-too well. "What are you up to?" Silverkit's ears perked up with sudden interest.
"Shhh! We're going to stand up on Clanrock!" Redkit whispered. Her tail was swishing noisily against the Nursery floor.
"Well, then let's get going," Silverkit mewed hastily. "Before you wake the whole Clan up with that tail!" Silverkit aimed her ears at the red-splotched dark tail that was now fluffed up in anticipation.
"Follow me," Redkit hissed behind her as she sprinted out into the darkness.
"Wait up!" Silverkit hissed into the empty shadows. Stomach churning with worry, Silverkit followed the ghost of her sister into the chilly night air.
It was cold during the glow of daylight, but the shivering that had felt unbearable to Silverkit before came no where near the icy villain that tormented her now. It clawed at every part of her fragile body, sinking past her fur to her flesh and flooding her lungs. She wanted to run right back to the calm warmth of the Nursery, and the wonderful feeling of pressing against her mother. But Redkit is still out there.
Taking a deep breath, then instantly regretting it as her breath got caught in her throat and stopped her breathing, Silverkit took a few more steps into the darkness.
"R-Redkit? Are you there?" she called into the black oblivion. There was no answer except that of the howling winds. She shrunk back into a small ball, eyes streached wide in fear. Was she alone? She did not like being alone. But she also didn't like the fact that something might be watching her, it's form concealed in the night's mask.
"Psst! Silverkit, over here!" Silverkit felt her fur fluff up until she felt like a soft pinecone. That's Redkit's voice, right? But what if it's not? No, It is… maybe. Silverkit felt her fur flatten as she recognized the deep-blue eyes of her sister.
"What took you so long? Lets go," Redkit waved her tail towards a large shape that was visible only by the way its edges caught the silver moonlight. Before Silverkit loomed the mighty shape of Clanrock. All it's power and majesty made her fur stand on end.
"Wow," Silverkit breathed, a smoky wisp of her breath danced in the frosty air. Redkit was already bounding up the smooth boulder ahead of Silverkit.
"What are you waiting for?" Redkit paused mid-way up the boulder to peer down at her sister.
"Coming!" Silverkit told her sister as she pressed her paw to the freezing boulder. "Ouch! That's cold!" Silverkit leaped back in shock.
"Keep it down!" Redkit hissed. "The cold feels powerful, embrace its fierce energy."
Silverkit flattened her ears. She could do that. She could embrace the cold. Silverkit pressed both paws against the boulder this time. She winced at the frosty touch, but held her paws firm. She pushed up and hooked her claws around a nook in the rock. Her hind paws felt so cold they were burning, but she continued to haul herself up the Clanrock. As she pushed and pulled her way up even higher, she caught a glimpse of her sister's dappled tail as it brushed the rock above her.
Silverkit gave one last push before she flopped onto the slippery-smooth surface of Clanrock. Redkit was looking off of one of the sides of the boulder; her red fur was fluffed out like Silverkit's against the bitter cold. The moon shone above the two kits as Silverkit headed towards the edge of Clanrock.
As she made her way across the rock, she felt something deep inside her like nothing she had felt before. She looked down at the moonlit camp below her and her fur tingled with that feeling. It coursed through her blood and filled her pelt with warmth and pride. She didn't know what the feeling was, but she knew in her heart that it meant something important. That this was destiny.
"Silverkit!" Redkit's gasp interrupted her thoughts. "Your fur is glowing with moonlight!" Silverkit looked down at her paws. Redkit was right; they shone like a thousand moons. Silverkit turned to Redkit and lifted her head higher, as if to touch the moon. She looked back at Redkit, and then to the shadows that danced across the empty camp.
"Your fur holds the moon! Your fur is the moon!" Redkit was still staring at Silverkit's glowing pelt. There she goes again with her Special Talk. Redkit often spoke in nonsense like that. Their mother and father called it her Weird Talk, but Silverkit thought that Special Talk was more suiting.
"Well, I guess we'd better head back to the Nursery," Silverkit declared, disappointment edged her mew.
"Yeah," Redkit agreed. The red she-kit took the lead as the two headed back down Clanrock and sprinted across the shadowed clearing back into the Nursery. Warmth filled her pelt as Silverkit settled down beside Redkit and their mother in their nest. Silverkit bathed in the relief of being back in her den with her mother for few moments before dreariness wrapped around her like a blanket, tucking her into a peaceful sleep.