He was a playful youngster - a tornado just waiting to burst out with might and power and cause a racket wherever he happened upon. Today the son of the SunClan deputy and the BloodClan outcast was toddling around in the hallways, exploring every nook and cranny he could find. A scruffy rather raggedy piece of fabric was draped lousily around his shoulders and neck - a sandy tan and blush red scarf that he had found on a day much like this. His autumn-colored paws hit the wooden flooring with a light thud; the wood had obviously worn down and cracked due to many different circumstances and influences.
Hinterkit began to skip along, acting like his regular innocent self and just having an overall good time. He halted to a brief stop once he reached a door that was only slightly open, ajar in the minutest of standards. Sharp honey eyes aware, the kitten peered around before poking his head in, heart thudding as he finally experienced and fulfilled some of that wanderlust of his. The tomcat tip-toed into the dark room, which he had realized was darker than the others. No windows, just shelves and plenty of old human items that had been left her. It was a storage room and had just made young Hinterkit's day.