Breezekit poked her head out of the nursery. Her cream ears flicked, as she slowly padded out into the open. She settled herself on a large, flat rock, and tilted her head towards the sky. She loved to explore the camp. It was full of so many interesting things. Like yesterday, for example, she found a little beetle that followed her to her rock. She took it into the nursery and watched it for a while. They were good, close friends now. Even though it didn’t seem like the other kits and the queens liked her beetle very much. On the contrary, they told her to get rid of it. But she didn’t want to. She simply didn’t understand why they wouldn’t be accepting of a creature, just because it was so different to them. Even as she watched, another small beetle flew across her line of vision and ascended into the sky. She thought she recognised it as her own. ”Goodbye, little beetle,” she whispered, as it flew out of her line of sight. She continued to watch the dark, dark sky. Most cats, she realised, looked upon the sky in fear and worry, instead of wonder. She was slightly confused as to why. Was it not pretty enough for them? She quite liked how the black contrasted with the red. Was that not right? It had always been this way. The sky always looked like this. It was normal. So why was everyone so worried about it? She began to wonder if it was a bad thing that she thought it pretty. Her Clanmates were so mean to some things, though. Maybe they were just being picky. Perhaps they would prefer it if they looked up to see leafy green in the sky instead of black. Or maybe a nice silver colour, like the shiny wings on that little fly she saw the other day. Her mind wandered off again to who-knows-where, her pale eyes regaining that dreamy quality they always had when she was daydreaming.
