((its hAPPENIIIING))
What is the world, to a warrior cat? Is it abiding by the warrior code, obeying the wishes of those above with your life, as StarClan would claim? Is it finding your own path, and dedicating yourself to more enigmatic powers like love, as Finchstar attests? Is it something altogether more simple- hunting, gathering, battling, making new friends and enemies and everything in between? Is being a warrior a choice, a way of life, an act? Or is it a destiny, an inexorable fate that- with any luck- would be gentle and merciful to those caught up in its path?
For the mewing, grey-and-white she-kit in the den, new to the world and all its quirks and foibles... well, for her, it wasn't any of these things. The world was just the gentle embrace of a loving family. The horrors of the outside- twolegs, predators, even the other clans- she'd discover in time, but for now? Life was as tranquil as it'd ever be.
And for the first time, her eyes opened, glancing around in unrestrained curiosity before finally settling on her mother and father. She seemed to understand who they were, at least- a quick learner, then, always an asset- and blinked again, looking up at them with eager, shining eyes and a slight, curious head-tilt, as if awaiting her own designation.
But, truthfully?
It was far too early in the morning to come up with good kit names...