A little, split-faced calico poked her head out of the nursery. It was true she still was not the largest cat around, but she was far from the tiny kit from moons ago. Her long-furred pelt had only become sleeker as she had grown. Darkkit was definitely no longer a kit in appearance. Her naming ceremony only had to be a few days away. Therefore, she was far more confident in going to mingle with the clan. Still confined to the walls of camp, the she-cat took all that she could in sharing tongues with those who lounged around their home or who had just returned from a patrol. How it all worked was ever-fascinating to Darkkit.
She supposed this would be a perfect time to grab a meal for Silverfang. The warrior temporarily turned queen, had been working so hard to care for her kits. And, she was a good mother. A smile curved up the edge of her maw. It was nice to feel helpful. Hopefully, an apprenticeship would feel the exact same way. There were a few things in the pile and picking the right one was a tough decision. After a moment of hesitation, she reached out to pull a fattened trout from the pile. Breaking through the ice to get to the fish seemed like tough work and she respected the warriors for handling it. This would be a nice treat for the older she-cat.
Darkkit turned with her head high, cheerfully clutching onto the fish between her teeth. However, before she could make it to the nursery, another cat stopped her and she glanced up at them with widened eyes.
