{*Running With The Wind*}

A silent flash of gray whizzed by at a surprising speed, almost knocking an apprentice over who was standing nearby. Furzekit narrowed her eyes and grinned, trying to break her speed record. Her long tail steering her, she finally reached the patch of gorse on the other side of camp. "Yes!" She held in a squeal. "Beat my record!" Head high, she trotted in a small circle, relishing her victory. Shaking out her dark fur, the fuzzy kit trotted over to the nursery, where she poked her head inside, curious sea blue eyes- flecked with pale gray around them- peered around. She wondered if there was anyone who wanted to race her. Furzekit had been born an only kit, and since her mother didn't really like her- for some reason...- she really had nobody to talk to. Her paws itching to be running, she spun in a circle and darted away, racing in circles around camp and kicking up dust.

Wildflower trotted into camp with a hare gripped in her jaws. She knew where the fresh-kill pile was by memory, and set the hare down over there. As she leaned back up, she coughed a few times as a spurt of dust flew into her nose and mouth. Ears pricked and nose twitching, she was able to identify the cause of the dust: a kit, running around in circles. Wildflower didn't know the kit by scent, and, well... couldn't see what the kit looked like. All she was able to tell by scent was a she-cat, and young. I wonder if I ever had that much energy.

"Careful," mewed the blind molly, though not in an unkind tone. "Some of the warriors and apprentices wouldn't appreciate a kit bumping into them." She didn't really care, but it was just a friendly reminder. Wildflower had the moor to run, if she liked, though she didn't have the energy kits possessed anymore.

The dark gray kit skid to a halt after swiftly dodging around a patch of gorse. She stared up at the she-cat who had spoke. "Sorry!" Furzekit mewed. There was something odd about the molly's eyes, but Furzekit had absolutely no problem with it. "I just really like to run." The dark she-kit spun in a quick circle, her long legs flexing as she turned. "I'm Furzekit." She mewed. "What's your name?" As the kit waited for an answer- a cool breeze ruffled her fur and she lifted her head, enjoying the nice wind. Aside from running, wind was her most favorite thing in the world. So mysterious and... free.