A Quiet Kit (Open To Any and All!!)

The usually piercing wind, was hushed this sunrise, making it seem like a nicer morning. Cats were bustling throughout camp, whether delivering prey or working on the camp, it was definitely a busy morning. An odd mix of dust a frost was whipped around the camp by their bustling paws. The sunlight pierced the ground and tried its best to warm the frozen ground and perhaps warm the hearts of the cats who lived there.

Among the hustle and bustle of Windclan, there was a small and petite kitten, her light cream and ginger fur standing out like a sore thumb against the shriveled and frozen gorse surrounding their camp. Her eyes, the same color as the bright light of the sky, scanned the camp not for any particular reason. Though she had been alive for a few moons, she had barely talked to anyone but her parents and her sibling. But, even then it was only on occasion. So there she waited, her fur fluffed up against the chill, waiting for something to happen.