He didn't know why, but for some reason Whisperkit felt like going for a stroll around the camp today. Since the clan had returned home, he had put together what had happened to his parents during the tragedy. For a long time he kept to himself, avoided others, and spent most his time hiding somewhere in the camp. He ate little, talked little, and was seen little. Despite being an older kit, nearly old enough for apprenticeship, he was small compared to other cats his age.
He strolled around the camp, taking in the sunlight of the morning. This was rather adventurous for him to be honest, but he made sure to not make any eye contact with any of his clan mates. He kept his head down, but his eyes up to make sure he didn't walk into anything or anyone. He walked with his short legs around the inside of the camp, without realizing he had made multiple passes until his stomach began to growl. Despite no one hearing, he was rather embarrassed. He moved to the fresh kill pile and took the smallest kill he could find. He carried it into a shaded area and began to nibble on his meal. As he ate, he looked up to the sky, blinking away the sun a few times. And so there he sat, eating his meal, waiting for another day of solitude to commence.
