why can't I ever do anything right? (p for now, dreamkit)

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    I'm learning to fly

    but I ain't got wings —

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    (I didn't know your dreamkit account name, and didn't want to risk tagging the wrong person)

    Shortly after it fell dark, a small bundle of fur slipped out from the nursery, aqua eyes glistening with excitement. She had made the mistake of sleeping most of the day, and now she was restless, the child finally getting up and heading to the clearing in the middle of camp that she always played in, tumbling about in the snow, before realizing how utterly boring it was without anybody to bring with her.


    And this reasoning is precisely the reason she had chosen to venture outside, just for a little taste of WindClan territory. It had worked perfectly in her mind, slip out for a couple minutes, and then head back in the nursery, and nobody would ever know any better.


    However, things never went according to plan, and Featherkit quickly lost track of time, the dusty-brown molly shivering as she went in the direction she thought was WindClan camp, when in reality, she was moving further and further away.

    ❝IT'S BECAUSE I'M GHOSTING YOUR DREAMS❞

    //no worries! sorry for a late response, ive been busy


    Dreamkit was always tired, despite constantly sleeping. You'd think a kitten that slept as much as she would have boundless amounts of energy, but staying up late at night, slipping into her clanmate's dreams or talking to her mom in that dark, dreary forest, was what kept her tired. Normally she didn't even leave the Blood-House. But tonight her mom didn't ask anything of her, and there was no one in particular she wanted to spy on dream-wise, so Dreamkit took to having an adventure.


    Dreamkit just let herself walk. Walk with no sense of direction, playing out scenarios in her head. The kitten didn't have any sort of concern about getting hurt by someone or something. She just wanted to explore! Soon enough she stumbled into Windclan's territory late that night, ear flicking a bit as she looked at the open fields of the clan. Wow, it stunk here. That must have meant she was in one of those Starclan-believing groups that Bloodclanner's always talked distastefully about. Raising her head up towards the sky, she took a deep breath of the air around her, in which she also caught the scent of someone else.


    Ears pricking forward, the kitten's blue eyes widened as she searched around for said cat. Moments later, equally small Featherkit appeared, and Dreamkit relaxed. "Hello there, who are you? Are you a clanner?" Dreamkit asked, tilting her head as she awaited info on the other kitten.




    I'm learning to fly

    but I ain't got wings —

    "A c-clanner? Yeah, I'm a W-windClanner!" Featherkit didn't even realize her teeth were chattering so badly until she opened her mouth the speak, the downy fluff of the kitten doing little to protect her from the cold. "Are y-you a WindClanner? I don't t-think I've seen you around before."


    Eventually, Featherkit sat down, hunching closer to the ground in an attempt to get a bit warmer. It was freezing, and she was beginning to regret her decision to do this. The dusty brown molly had been walking around long enough that she had lost track of camp quite some time ago. Oh, what she'd give to be back with Cherrypaw and her siblings. It was a horrible idea to leave, and Featherkit was slowly beginning to realize the consequences of her actions.

    ❝IT'S BECAUSE I'M GHOSTING YOUR DREAMS❞

    Ah! So this was a clanner. Dreamkit didn't even notice the chilly winds passing through, having been so focused on her adventure. But she mimicked Featherkit, crouching down into the tall grass of the territory. "No! I'm a Bloodclanner. My name is Dreamkit." She answered, puffing her chest out proudly. This was going so much better than she had expected!


    "Hey, what's this Windclan like? Bloodclan likes saying mean things about it." Perhaps that would upset the other kitten, but Dreamkit wasn't super concerned about that. She just wanted to learn about things she didn't know about, and her mom refused to tell her about.