dandelionkit

At first when she woke Dandelion didn’t know where she was. She scrambled clumsily onto her little white paws and made her way blearily forward in the early-morning gloom. As she emerged from under the gorse roof, a chilly gust of wind caught her delicate ears and she tottered back stunned, blue eyes wide and tiny ears flattened. Then she turned and saw the partly striped she-cat sleeping in the shadow of the small dirt cliff and remembered. She scampered to Soft and buried her nose in the white and brown-striped fur.

Then her stomach growled and Dandelion startled again, the reverberating feeling unfamiliar to her. She had never been properly hungry before in her life but she hadn’t eaten since her mum had left her on the moor yesterday. She had slept after the relief of her rescue, and now something gnawed angrily at her little belly. She poked Soft gently with her paw, mewing worriedly.

Smallbean was aware that there was a new kit in the camp. He was also aware that Wildflower had been with the kit. Usually something like that wouldn't be something too exciting or out of the ordinary, but he had heard the his daughter was planning on adopting the kit. Of course, he was excited; who wouldn't be? But he couldn't help but worry about how well Wildflower would do as a mother, mainly because he knew he hadn't been a very good role model, and she had grown up without a mother. His curiosity soon getting the best of him, the small warrior picked up a mouse from the fresh kill pile before poking his head into the Medicine den. "Hello?" His soft mew echoes through the den. He didn't want to intrude, so it was better to let anyone inside know he was coming in.

A delicious scent reached Dandelion’s nose and she looked behind her. There was a small brown tabby tomcat standing outside the gorse roof. And there was a tiny delicious creature held between his teeth. Dandelion approached nervously in a crouch, her hungry little white belly brushing the dirt and her blue eyes huge. Was he friendly too?