mírrσr, tєll mє sσmєthíng, tєll mє whσ's thє lσnєlíєst σf αll... {jσíníng} -OPEN

Whitekit sighed, her tiny paws ached, and her eyesight seemed to be getting blurry. How long had she been wondering around for, days, weeks even? It doesn't matter, right now, all Whitekit craved, was a piece of juicy freshkill, a peaceful place where she can lay her head on soft silky grass, and a tall tree which she could sleep for hours, knowing that it would keep her shaded from the hot burning sun. But she new that would never come, well not at this moment anyway. Unless, somehow, someone would find her, take her somewhere where lush forests would grow... Speaking of forests, Whitekit blinked, trying to clear her head which seemed to be having a roller coaster ride, is that a forest? It has to be! Running as fast as her little legs could go, Whitekit approached the tall thick trees. She smiled, glad that she had found something at last! But her moment of happiness, didn't last long, not even a couple of seconds, and soon enough her legs gave away, and the tall trees, which towered over her, disappeared, and in its place, came a swarm of sudden blackness...

Dizziness became more worse, as Whitekit only just managed to open her eyes. The blackness had disappeared, but it still felt as if her head weighed a ton. Lifting her head slightly, Whitekit came face to face with an Ocelot. Letting out a sight of relief, she put her head back down, happy that someone had finally found her.

Whitekit replied with a slight nod, although it will be a pretty hard task, considering that the dizziness had somewhat become worse, staying awake would probably make it even more bad. But, judging by what this cat was doing, Whitekit could tell that she was definitely in safe paws.

Moaning, Whitekit managed to sit up. It was really hard to keep her drowsy eyes open, especially since they felt like open sandpits, but if that's what she had to do, then Whitekit had to try her hardest. Taking a look at her surroundings Whitekit saw that she was actually circled by mountains, and all the trees that she saw before she had passed out, were gone, and instead only a few trees were here and there. Strange... she thought, but she didn't worry too much about that at the moment, and instead wanted to ask a very important question, ''Um, excuse me, but, may I ask where we are?''

Mountainclan? Whitekit had never heard of it before, and she desperately wanted to ask so much questions, but the little kit knew that she could ask those later, when she is in a better condition, because at the moment, she felt absolutely awful, and her mouth was so dry, that her tongue felt like sandpaper. Hoping that the wet moss would arrive soon, Whitekit lay patiently, her eyes only just managing to stay open.

As a male cat approached, Whitekit looked up at the clear blue sky. However, while doing so, a thought had suddenly come to mind. Where was she meant to go once she had been treated? Whitekit couldn't just run home to her family, she didn't even know where her family is, which is indeed sad, but, how was she ought to know where they go 24/7, she was only a kit! ''Umm, you see, I have no idea whatsoever where my family is . . . so going back to what you had just said'', Whitekit respectively gestured toward the male, ''Do I just stay, or are there certain requirements which are needed for me to join?''

Loyalty, she could do that, and as another cat walked over to the group which seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, Whitekit began to speak, ''As I have nowhere else to go, may I join Mountainclan, I promise I will show great loyalty to everybody, and at the same time, I will do my best to help the clan in anyway possible'' It was true, back where Whitekit had come from, lots of cats and other animals did state that she is quite smart for her young age. Whitekit shook her head, why was she thinking about that at the moment?, it is completely irrelevant! Taking a deep breath, she gazed up at the sky, which was filled with fluffy white clouds.

Blushing, Whitekit replied, ''Thanks, many people think I'm perfect, but I don't think I'm perfect, well not yet anyway . . . but who is perfect? Everybody is different and perfect in there own special way!'' She sighed, and as the cat returned with moss soaked in water, Whitekit smiled happily, ''Thankyou so much, if only I could repay you in some way''