Cycle of Life|| One-Shot

[font=Cambria]He was Himalayankit, the son of Tropicalparadise. He was nothing out of the ordinary, though he didn't have a typical personality. He was spunky, having his own pick up lines and whatnot, he jousted with words against a lion, he ran in pursuit after a clan mate that was being abducted, one that he didn't even know, he had defended his sister, when she talked to a Bloodclanner, too innocent to know that she the wildcat was a bad she-cat. He was naughty, somewhat, and he was really moody. At one point, he could be calm, the next, he could be in complete rage. He would be completely angry, out of his mind all in general.
As for his friendships, he was only really friends with his sister, his mother, and one of Aeonsummer's kits, whose name was Elinekit. He considered her as a friend, but she probably didn't. Yet. They had barely known each other for more than, what, an hour of sunlight or two? It certainly isn't much, but it will grow, hopefully.
Letting his deep blue eyes focus on the scenery before him, wondering when the sun would rise. Yes, he had gotten up really early, but not like two in the morning, goodness, no. He had gotten up at the first call of the morning birds, rising with them. So there he sat in the nursery, with all of his nursery mates fast asleep around him. He sat, with his back hunched slightly and his tail neatly tucked around his tail. His red brindled fur shone silver-red as the moon, radiant as it was, began to fade into the sky. A streak of purple shot across the sky, then was quickly accompanied with some others. They became brighter, and brighter, transforming into simple laces of pink, then radiant red. That's when the sun started to rise. Anyone at this point could've been up, watching this spectacular view with him, but for now, it was all calm.
"It's calm," he murmured softly, inhaling, then exhaling the cool breeze. It seemed to take the two words that he had emitted out of his mouth, then let it flow into the air, where it promptly disappeared. It was so cold out, in fact, that he could see his own breath, and watch it disappear. All of the things today, he just couldn't sleep because of it. He was too excited for today, when the sun finally arose. It would take only a few minutes longer, most likely, but he was willing to wait for that amount of time. It would be likely later in his life, where he would be waiting like this, except... He would be waiting for someone.
Finally, a couple of minutes later, the sun began to rise, and the red in Himalayankit's fur became highlighted, became more thoroughly seen in the red shimmering light. It was all extremely radiant at the moment, ever so beautiful. His deep blue oceanic eyes began to widen. The scenery... It was all really beautiful. The camp was lit to life with shadows creeping into the darkest corners, and the red light extinguishing each and every single inch of it all.
It meant something, a new day, a day where all evil would be wary of good, a new day that would comfort all of them. It brought a optimistic future, where everything was renewed from the day before. Everyone was rested and the cycle of life began to spin.

[font=Cambria]The young red furred kit turned, his deep blue optics looking up and down at his mother for a moment, before speaking. He shouldn't have been surprised that she was up and about at this no-so lively hour, but Himalayankit found himself thinking hard, forcing himself to concentrate. "Just watching the sunrise," he murmured softly, glancing at the clan mates that surrounded him at the very corner of his eye. Their breaths, long and deep, were rhythmic, like a soft song that was somewhat eerie, somewhat disturbing. He could imagine that if he found himself about to prod someone, if they were sleeping, then they would merely roll over, lolling in their unconscious dwellings. He didn't enjoy how it was starting to become crowded in here, in the nursery, especially when he would wake up in the middle of the night, only to find that there was someone breathing right down on his neck, or perhaps down on his neck. Sometimes even, someone spilled their secrets in their sleep by sleep talking, or kicked him in the most inconvenient of places.
The young kit looked up at his mother, and almost wished to ask, where Switchkit or Peachkit were, since he wanted to play with them a bit later. But he didn't bother, or at least not at the moment, since all was still. He would likely find them later in the day, up and about, probably more happy than he was at the moment.
He began to wonder what she was thinking, all in general, whether it was about herbs, the herb training, the most recent meeting, etc. Tropicalparadise was his mother, true, but that didn't mean that he felt any less protective of her than she did of him. She was one of the only felines that she ever did grow close to, who had somewhat learned how to cope with his untimely mood swings. He wondered just who he had inherited his own personality from, his appearance was overall a bit too obvious, but as for his personality, he couldn't imagine really inheriting it all from his mother. She was too nice, compared to him at times.