Fallowkit sat outside of the nursery, silently huffing to herself. Everyone seemed so busy today, and no one seemed able to just sit. Little Fallowkit had no interest in them stopping to talk to her, and would be stuck in stunned stillness if anyone asked her to play. A game of warrior, or even a gentle pass of the soft moss ball, would probably stress the mostly white she-cat out even more. Kits had come to her quiet figure before, asking to play, but, before long, she simply had to make up an excuse to leave. Games did not suit her, but she still tried for as long as she could, especially if her siblings were there to cheer her on. But, now they were all apprentices, and she felt as alone as ever.
But Fallowkit still disliked when the camp was too busy, as it forced her to stop her usual pass time; cat watching. She loved to watch and listen to the warriors and apprentices talk about what they did, even if she did not want to be in a conversation herself. But when the camp was like this, she found it too difficult to pick out one pair or trio of cats chatting or grooming or eating. They were just one huge mess of fur, tails, and feet, and they seemed so busy that they marched around like geese. This was, at least to Fallowkit, an extremely uninteresting and boring sight to watch. A soft and gentle sigh escaped her lips, and she slowly stood. She loved ThunderClan, she really did. Like when the moon shined through the tall oaks into the camp, or when the birds would roost right outside of the camp. But times like these, that filled with bustling noise and no interaction, Fallowkit could not help but wish that she was an apprentice so she could escape it all.
The she-cat felt a slight rumble in her belly, and realized how hungry she was. A plump, juicy mouse would taste so good in her mouth right now... She decided to get herself some prey, and she began the journey into the center of the clearing; towards the freshkill pile. Sniffing briefly around, which served no purpose other than to help her think, she decided that the mouse she was craving was not too far away. It was laying off the ground, and it seemed that it had just fallen off of the high freshkill pile. She padded towards it, and reached down to grab it. She hoped no one would mind that it was such a good piece of prey, there was plenty in the freshkill pile anyways.
