The (not so) Great Escape [Open]

A gust of wind swept through the camp, picking up leaves and sending them up, up and away over the heath. It brought with it the smells of heather and an approaching storm, but what Breezekit's little nose honed in on were the scents of unfamiliar hills and open moor. The smell of adventure in all those dreamed of far off places. And today, finally, the kit was going to see them all! She just had to escape camp first.

That was where her plan came in. It was foolproof, in her inexperienced young mind at least. She’d made vague wanderings towards an exit before but it was always too easy for any nearby warrior to spot the would-be escapee and scold her back to the nursery. This time she needed to make sure most cats were distracted. Luckily for Breezekit, the rest of Sagewillow's litter could always be counted on to make trouble, and today she’d planted a few particularly mischievous ideas in their heads.

Finally, when she thought her paws would fall off from impatience, the young molly heard a shout of “get down from there!” near the highrock and stood to make her move. Breezekit skirted the edge of the camp as she walked slowly towards the entrance. At first she maintained a casual stride but eventually excitement took over her limbs and she was trotting forward in a rush of anticipation. The gorse tunnel was tantalizingly close, soon she would be out in the real world. So long as no one stopped her at least.

She’d finished yelling at some of the more troublesome of Sage’s litter. Thankfully someone else had come to take over the yelling part and so Hentooth was free! Eight kits. Whooo boy. They were always causing trouble (how many times, exactly, had she told them to get off the Tallrock?) but… she couldn’t bring herself to stay mad at them for any length of time.

Wait. Eight kits.

The more troublesome ones were being dealt with. Most of the less troublesome ones she knew their whereabouts. That left one, a pale cream pelt trotting swiftly towards the gorse tunnel. Oh stars, now Breezekit was trying to escape. She was frustrated… but laughed out loud as she sprinted towards the kit, skidding to a stop in front of her and blocking the tunnel. “Just where do you think you’re going little missy?” The young medicine cat asked, twitching her tail.

This was too fun. The kits were too fun. She’d had no idea how fun kits could be. She spent too much time playing with them… but… this was Sage’s first litter, and she was just giving her a helping paw! Yeah! Definitely not hoping the kit would join in a game of tag…

"But I wasn't going to climb it, I was just looking-!" Flamekit belligerently complained - again - to yet another caretaker who was absolutely determined to make sure they never got to do anything fun. The world just wasn't fair. They still didn't think he had any sense even if he was getting closer to being an apprentice every day. It wasn't like he'd fall off.

His attention was stolen, though, when the former caretaker dashed off to the forbidden end of camp, and he spotted another familiar pelt of another sibling going towards the even more forbidden entrance of the camp. Leaning around the disgruntled cat in front of him, he watched with wide eyes as Breezekit aaaaaalmost made it right before Hentooth skidded to a stop in front of her. Horsedung. He was hoping he'd get to see an epic chase out the entrance of camp as all the adults ran like crazy hares to get her back, and maybe... get to slip out while they were distracted, too....

Then again....

"Hey Mistykit, Whisperingkit! LOOK THE ENTRANCE IS WIDE OPEN!" He yowled as he ducked around the startled older cat's legs, ignoring the yelp sent in his direction as he dashed for the entrance, calling on his more mischievous siblings. "For freedom! You can't stop us Hentooth!"

He laughed as he raced to the forbidden part of camp on ever-growing legs less kitten-stumpy and more apprentice-gangly by the day, always down for some kind of escape attempt. Even if it didn't work out and he just ended up racing around playing catch-the-tail instead.

Timbersun was laying in camp again. Hoo... how boring warrior life was. At least Swiftspirit kept him company but she wasn't around him right now, and honestly, maybe he did need a lay down... He watched his sister, silently amused by the sight of her struggling to control the kits. He stood up, Hentooth looked like she'd need a helping paw, seeing as the kits were all making a break for it. He ran on over, scooping up the first kit he could grab in his jaws and dragged them away from the entrance, little did he know, this kit was the most annoying and hard to control one, Flamekit. "Not so fast, you'll be an apprentice soon, by the looks of things, anyway. Can't you wait just a little longer?" He glanced at Hentooth, feeling bad for her. "Hentooth and I always fought in camp when we were kits, but of course, you could never be as good as a fighter as us two. Doubt you could even take down a hare." He teased, putting down the tom gently.