I'm really sorry I haven't updated in so long. I've been really busy during Summer. Anyway, here's Cinderkit (heart):
Cinderkit opened her eyes as the first rays of light gleamed into the nursery.
She sat up, and blinked.
Her eyes had only opened yesterday, and she was still getting used to them.
...What was that?
Cinderkit pricked her ears, and glanced around at the sleeping queens.
She breathed in deeply, then breathed out.
Something fluttered infornt of her face, and Cinderkit jolted.
It was a pure white feather, curved and soft.
Cinderkit squeeked, and leaped at the feather, her paws stretched out.
She caught the feather and tumbled over into the mossy bedding of an empty nest.
Moss balls rolled from under Cinderkit's paws, and she scrabbled up.
The white feather was soon forgotten as she chased the moss around.
Thud, thud, thud!
Cinderkit's feet pounded around the den.
By the time she had stopped rounding up moss, Cinderkit's paws were all worn out.
She lay down on her belly, her legs sprawled out around her.
Suddenly, there was a noise outside the nursery.
Curious, Cinderkit got to her weak paws and set out to find the noise.
It was silent in the camp, and a faint breeze tugged at her gray pelt.
The noise could be heard again.
A sweet sound, like tweets.
Twitter, twitter!
Cinderkit looked up.
Above her head was a black little bird, flapping its wings as it went along.
The black bird seemed to spot Cinderkit and swooped down.
Cinderkit could feel the bird's powerful talons touch her ear.
She ducked, cowering fearfully outside the nursery.
The black bird swooped again, this time gently tugging a piece of fur from the she-cat's back.
Cinderkit growled playfully, then wondered if she could catch this bird.
It swooped again, this time sooner, and Cinderkit didn't duck.
She yowled eagerly and leaped.
The bird screeched as Cinderkit's claws raked its bare leg.
Cinderkit pulled it down, then hissed at it.
Suddenly, agony touched the little she-kit.
She stared at the black bird that was struggling weakly from beneath her paws.
The feeling of dread passed through her, and Cindekit bit back a cry of sadness.
She let go of the black bird, and slowly backed away.
The black bird didn't move.
Cinderkit squeeled, wondering if she had killed the bird.
Then, it stirred.
It shuffled, flapped, and took off to the sky.
Cinderkit let out a sigh.
Not dead.
Not dead at all.
Trotting merrily back into the nursery, Cinderkit felt very pleased with her little morning of exploring.
Not one of my best, but I wrote it from the view of little Cinderkit. It was fun to write, anyway. I really enjoy Cinderheart in the books. :) Please, please, PLEASE review and you will get a Cinderkit (heart) plushie along with an apology cookie for me not updating sooner.
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