Woken Up(Jailkit/open)

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    It was quite a time since she'd fallen down. Jailkit was jolted awake by the last impact of her dream. When I say awake I mean unconscious. Her eyes had been open the whole time. The five moon old kit had been sprawled out on the floor, pupils dilated to massive proportions. When she came to she lurched up and charged at the nearest cat she could find and head butted their side with as loud as a purr as she'd ever done. It was the equivalent of a hug in the kitty world.

    Wrenwhisker had jumped when Jailkit had rammed into her side. She purred, remembering their little game they had played, counting drips, in the nursery. "Well, hi there!" she meowed cheerfully. "You sure seem enthusiastic about something."

    Fangkit had been standing near the younger kit, fidgeting nervously. Jailkit was his friend, and it had looked like she was not okay. When she jumped up and seemed perfectly fine, he was puzzled. Maybe she had been alright. Taking a tentative step forward, the young tom looked at her with some scrutiny. "Jailkit, are you okay?"

    "I'm fine, I'm fine!" Jailkit mewed, rubbing her cheek against Wrenwhisker's leg. She never thought fur would feel so soft. She tried to look alright... But the appearance of normalcy is a mute point after you've spent over ten minutes drooling mindlessly on the floor. "You're so sooooooft." Jailkit purred, her heart hammering in her chest as if she'd just run an all out sprint away from a beast.

    The snow white she-cat looked concernedly over to Fangkit. Was Jailkit alright? She seemed to ask with her eyes. Smiling back down at the kit, she chuckled nervously. "Well, thank you! So are you." It was true, her kit-soft fur was so comfortingly irresistible.

    Glistenpaw padded up beside Jailkit silently. "I'm Glistenpaw. I've seen you around. You looked a little distant over there... but I was wondering if you want to join me in hunting at sunhigh?" she meowed shyly.

    Jailkit jumped in surprise as Glistenpaw came into her peripheral vision. She needed to get this jumpiness out. That nightmare had been the scariest thing in her life, but it was over now. "I'm a kit silly! I can't even become an apprentice until I'm seven moons old!" She cooed, batting at the apprentice's whiskers. Jailkit leapt from Wrenwhisker to Glistenpaw, purring thunderously as she rubbed her head on Glistenpaw's chest- like a kitty hug of sorts. "You're so soft and not slimy!"

    "I know you're a kit, look how small you are! But, come close and I'll tell you a secret. If you're really good, I might take you out into the forest and show you how to hunt. Your mentor will be impressed that you already know how once you become an apprentice. And every kit needs to get out of the nursery every once in a while." Glistenpaw mewed. She knew the bouncy kit wouldn't want to pass up the experience.

    Wrenwhisker frowned at Glistenpaw's suggestion. "I think Jailkit is still too young for that," she told the apprentice sternly. "If she even goes out of the camp at all, she should be supervised by an adult."

    Of course Fangkit would also speak up on the manner. Rules of the camp had been drilled into him since he was old enough to understand. Admittedly, back at the old camp, he and his brothers had snuck out once or twice, but it was different here. The path was dangerous and steep. And the land... They barely knew it. They had only just come here!


    "It's too dangerous, Glistenpaw. There's a reason you can't even be an apprentice unless you're seven moons now." muttered the young tom in stony tones. He would be an apprentice himself in a day or two, and he was certainly looking forward to being able to roam. But he figured showing some loyalty to his mother wouldn't really go amiss. Puddlestar had enough on her mind without worrying about a wandering kit and apprentice.


    Leaning forward, the silver tabby nuzzed Jailkit's shoulder gently. "You sure you're alright, Jailkit? You looked awful funny." And not in a good way, he thought wryly.

    "It looked scary steep on the way up here." Jailkit mewed, shaking her head. "I don't wanna do it again. And like they say, too true. I don't wanna break the rules." Jailkit sat down, nodding sweetly. Her smile quivered though.



    "I just had a scary dream Fangkit, I'm fine though." Jailkit mewed.

    Wrenwhisker smiled at Glistenpaw, flicking her tail along the apprentice's shoulder. "Maybe when you're all apprentices I can take you out on a tour," she suggested happily. In fact, Wrenwhisker hadn't been out of the camp in a long while. She preferred to stick close to home, helping out in the elder's den and assissting the queens with their kittens. She particularly enjoyed spending time with little Jailkit, who was quite the character. But she wouldn't mind a bit of fresh air and a change up of scenery.


    Glancing at Fangkit, the white she-cat opened her mouth to speak. "We can play another game, if you'd like?"

    "They're kits... but if you came with us, we could take them around the camp!" Glistenpaw mewed excitedly. She loved any chance to hang around with the cute little kits.

    Fangkit's worried expression melted from his face. "Alright, if you're sure." he murmured, though he was still concerned. Glancing at Wrenwhisker, he shrugged. "Alright, a game sounds fine." He replied. He was mostly just worried about his apprentice ceremony. Games seemed like they might be a good way to kill time, though.

    Jailkit prodded Fangkit, then rushed over and poked Glistenpaw. "Yah yah! Lets play a game!" Anything to get her mind off that dream. The smell clung to her senses in the most pesky way. The never ending drip of the stalactites kept sounding in her ears.

    Wrenwhisker's blue eyes danced with playful excitement. "Let's pretend that....we're making a clan." Her eyes scanned those in front of her, waiting for any suggestions. "We need a name."

    Fangkit leaned back into a sitting position, giving a shrug. He wasn't really sure what to think of that game, and he certainly wasn't feeling imaginative at the moment. Tail twitching, he forced a smile to his face.

    "Name... A name..." Jailkit put a paw to her forehead. Imagination. Jailkit searched her mind for any ideas. "The stalagmites are all drippy... Why would we want to make a clan anyway? I got my bestest home ever here!"