Prowling Camp

A pair of mismatched eyes peeked from the nursery entrance, freshly opened and full of skeptic wonder. Her nose wrinkled at the influx of scents that were normally muted by the coziness of the only world she'd known so far, the gentle late greenleaf breeze carrying more smells than the she-kit had ever tried to process at once. For a few heartbeats, it overwhelmed her, and she drew back into the nursery for a moment to collect herself before stepping outside properly.

Cinderkit flexed her paws, feeling the soft sun-warmed sand, her gaze roaming all across the island clearing, taking in all of the sights the camp had to offer. According to her mother, at this hour of the day, there weren't too many cats around; most were hunting to feed their Clanmates or patrolling to keep their territory safe. The young silver she-kit couldn't help but get excited at the prospect of getting to contribute to her Clan. Her dark tail-tip twitched as her eyes caught sight of a drifting leaf, her rear-end starting to wiggle out of instinct. Her paws moved seemingly of their own accord, eyes laser-locked on the leaf as it slowly fell closer to the ground. Just a little further, and it would be within her reach...

The she-kit bunched her hind legs and pounced, front paws outstretched. One of her back paws slipped in the sand, though, destroying her momentum and sending her flopping onto her side, paws still half of a tail-length from the leaf. "Oops."

In the short gap between her training with Lilypaw and a future patrol, Wisteriabloom was finishing some fresh-kill in the sunshine. She heard a small thump on the ground and instantly raised her head to try and find the cause. There, not to far from her, a small silver she-kit lay in a heap on the sand, the leaf she had probably tried to catch a few paw steps away. The young warrior enjoyed the time she had spent with the kits in the nursery, and the kits always seemed to need entertaining. She rose and padded over to the kit with the fresh-kill forgotten, "Are you alright? Did you get hurt?" she had to stoop slightly to properly talk to the she-kit, but she also tried to do it to seem a bit less intimidating.

The silver tabby kit rolled to her feet, giving her fluffy pelt a thorough shake to dislodge the majority of the sand she'd stirred up with her fall. Cinderkit wilted a little, realizing that another cat had witnessed her pretty hilarious failure at hunting a leaf. "I'm fine," she mumbled, padding to sit off to the side of the clearing to try to groom her pelt back into place.

The she-kit seemed pretty embarrassed, so Wisteriabloom just nodded to her, "Just remember to be careful, ok? You want to save the scars for when you're a warrior!" she said with a smile. She clearly didn't want to chat with the warrior, but she still persisted. "I'm Wisteriabloom, what's your name?" she mewed, padding over to sit a little nearer to the she-kit.  Might as well chat with her, she thought. Kits always seemed to be in need of entertainment, and the queens were usually grateful for a little help.