Post by xXGothicTearsXx(FrostKit) on Sept 4, 2007 20:59:14 GMT -5
The small kit walking along the boundries to the TreeClan,made no noise.Probably due to her size,which was quite small for a kit of five-moons.Her soft,blue eyes watched the boundaries,her tail twitching eagerly.She wanted so bad to be accepted by a Clan.She had been on her own for two moons now,with no mother to care for her.She was sent out into the cold,cruel world by her foster she-cat,seeing as her mother died a death of Cat-Diease.
Her little,pink nose wiggled,trying to see if she could scent someone nearby,her ears pricked to every little noise,and she stalked closer to the Clan-Boundaries.Her paws fell silently along the wooded path that led towards the Camp.She had to move closer,inch by inch,due to the fact her mew wasn't loud enough to carry yet.She was already a slightly skilled fighter,and bore a claw scar to her left side where she got into a fight with an older rouge at the age of two moons.Now,normally a kit couldn't overpower an almost-full-grown male cat,but she was clever enough to scale into a tree and kick a rather large walnut onto the cat's head,sending it hissing into the underbush.He had caught her with his claws,so that was how she recieved her scars.
She sat quietly,watching the sun glow in and out of the leaves of the trees,and her tail was wrapped about her paws.She blinked her large,over-sized eyes,and stood once more,continuing towards the boundaries.
She decided she might as well let whoever was near know she was hear.She stepped right against the boundary-line,and gave a rather loud mew,though it wouldn't carry far,mabey someone would hear her.
Her little,pink nose wiggled,trying to see if she could scent someone nearby,her ears pricked to every little noise,and she stalked closer to the Clan-Boundaries.Her paws fell silently along the wooded path that led towards the Camp.She had to move closer,inch by inch,due to the fact her mew wasn't loud enough to carry yet.She was already a slightly skilled fighter,and bore a claw scar to her left side where she got into a fight with an older rouge at the age of two moons.Now,normally a kit couldn't overpower an almost-full-grown male cat,but she was clever enough to scale into a tree and kick a rather large walnut onto the cat's head,sending it hissing into the underbush.He had caught her with his claws,so that was how she recieved her scars.
She sat quietly,watching the sun glow in and out of the leaves of the trees,and her tail was wrapped about her paws.She blinked her large,over-sized eyes,and stood once more,continuing towards the boundaries.
She decided she might as well let whoever was near know she was hear.She stepped right against the boundary-line,and gave a rather loud mew,though it wouldn't carry far,mabey someone would hear her.
