Post by Shadewing on Oct 23, 2009 19:43:47 GMT -5
Owlkit's tiny mouth opened in a yawn. His sharp white teeth matched his light pink kit-gums. He was missing a few of his teeth, as his adult cat teeth were starting to grow in. He was a little later than most of his siblings, but that was fine for him.
Owlkit was a firm believer in StarClan from the moment he opened his eyes. He knew his father couldn't have just left him forever, without them both sharing a conversation. Some cats called him wise for a kit, for reasoning that when he had such a tiny brain, and so few words. But, truly, it was all curiosity, not philosophy. Though, I guess they're all sparked by the same thing.
The kit was black and white, and looked like his mother, except for his eyes. Some cats didn't like looking at him, thought his gaze was too strange to belong to a cat.
One eye of his was a ghostly pale blue color, almost blending in with the black around his body. His other eye was dim green. As if that wasn't weird enough for a cat, his left green eye, in the right corner, had a quarter of the eye in the same ghostly pale color his white eye had. There was no doubt his gaze was rather haunting, and not just haunting for a kit.
The sound of an apprentice's footsteps was present. I bet Owlkit would tell you he heard it first, but he probably heard that last. He, however, was likely the first one to yell: "Kill!", and then run to the entrance of the den. The cat laughed a little bit, and then dropped a mouse. His siblings were walking over, when suddenly, Owlkit let out a squeal.
"Wait! Wait!" he cried, looking at the fur of the animal. "I swear I just saw something.." he murmured, and flipped the mouse over. He pawed with it a little, and then he realized what it was.
The vole's fur was darker than normal, and appeared singed. "Fire!" Owlkit yelled, eyes widening. His mother told him to shush, but Owlkit kept looking at it. His siblings were sitting around him now, watching him look at the vole. "Wait.. don't eat it."
Owlkit cut it open, and it bled. Blood seemed to just pour out of the creature. "Blood will spill.. because of a fire.." Owlkit said quietly. He thought sometimes, that he might be cut out to be a medicine cat. He bragged about it all the time. But.. he saw this. If he wasn't going to be a medicine cat, he'd certainly be special!
"Come on, mouse-brain! It's not every day we get mouse!" a voice yelled, and Owlkit shrugged. He'd tell Cloudrunner. He had proof now that he was fit to be a medicine cat!
Owlkit was a firm believer in StarClan from the moment he opened his eyes. He knew his father couldn't have just left him forever, without them both sharing a conversation. Some cats called him wise for a kit, for reasoning that when he had such a tiny brain, and so few words. But, truly, it was all curiosity, not philosophy. Though, I guess they're all sparked by the same thing.
The kit was black and white, and looked like his mother, except for his eyes. Some cats didn't like looking at him, thought his gaze was too strange to belong to a cat.
One eye of his was a ghostly pale blue color, almost blending in with the black around his body. His other eye was dim green. As if that wasn't weird enough for a cat, his left green eye, in the right corner, had a quarter of the eye in the same ghostly pale color his white eye had. There was no doubt his gaze was rather haunting, and not just haunting for a kit.
The sound of an apprentice's footsteps was present. I bet Owlkit would tell you he heard it first, but he probably heard that last. He, however, was likely the first one to yell: "Kill!", and then run to the entrance of the den. The cat laughed a little bit, and then dropped a mouse. His siblings were walking over, when suddenly, Owlkit let out a squeal.
"Wait! Wait!" he cried, looking at the fur of the animal. "I swear I just saw something.." he murmured, and flipped the mouse over. He pawed with it a little, and then he realized what it was.
The vole's fur was darker than normal, and appeared singed. "Fire!" Owlkit yelled, eyes widening. His mother told him to shush, but Owlkit kept looking at it. His siblings were sitting around him now, watching him look at the vole. "Wait.. don't eat it."
Owlkit cut it open, and it bled. Blood seemed to just pour out of the creature. "Blood will spill.. because of a fire.." Owlkit said quietly. He thought sometimes, that he might be cut out to be a medicine cat. He bragged about it all the time. But.. he saw this. If he wasn't going to be a medicine cat, he'd certainly be special!
"Come on, mouse-brain! It's not every day we get mouse!" a voice yelled, and Owlkit shrugged. He'd tell Cloudrunner. He had proof now that he was fit to be a medicine cat!