A small, cream she-kit curled up in the farthest corner of her nest, her eyes half-closed as she stared at the dark green moss, her pupils dilating back and forth as her eyes adjusted to the dark den. Larkkit shifted quietly, tossing this way and that, onto her back and onto her stomach; trying to find a comfortable position to sleep. She finally rolled over and onto her paws, pushing herself upwards to stand. She curled her tail around one of her flanks and gazed around the nursery. Restless, the little molly finally stepped out of the nest, casting a quick glance back at her mother, who continued to sleep quietly.
Without making a sound- aside from when her pelt brushed alongside the nest- Larkkit exited the nursery, sticking low to the ground as she took in the sight of the dark, quiet camp of ThunderClan. She stood a bit taller when she figured the coast was clear, and padded quietly over to a dark oak stump. The kit inhaled deeply, filling her tiny lungs with wonderful, cool, forest-scented air. She exhaled slowly, opening her pale yellow eyes to stare up at the twinkling stars. After a few minutes, she rose to her paws once more, glancing around. Maybe a walk will help clear my mind.. She thought, tipping her head towards the camp entrance. I might be in a lot of trouble if I get caught, though.. Larkkit hesitated, the tip of her slim tail flicking back and forth as she thought. She finally lifted a paw and took a few steps towards the thorn tunnel. She pricked her curled, tan ears, listening for any sign of the cat on night watch. Maybe she could sneak past them..
