Fawnkit strode around the river weeds of the clan's camp without a care in the world. She was adapting well to clan life, despite having only joined very recently. The sound of moving water caused her ears to still rotate time to time, and she often found herself with terrible bouts of wanderlust, but she was getting used to Riverclan. She was happy. Tilting her sharp olive green optics towards the sky, she heaved a minuscule sigh. Cloudy. With the lack of sunlight, her normally electric yellow and olive green eyes just seemed dull. A dirty shade of muck and grime, which completely contradicted her mood. Her gaze danced upon the dens and various cats walking by, and she swiveled her cranium around to and fro. Fawnkit just found that there was so much to see!
For a moment, the little femme thought her chocolate brown ears had caught a strained sound, somewhere in the distance, and her elegant tail shot straight out. What was that? Was there something there?
The athletic, long-legged chocolate brown and linen white kit slinked along the soggy earth, keeping low. Her fur, soft as feather down, was heavy with the water saturated air, but she felt light as a feather.
The joys of being a kit, so blissfully unaware of everything.