"Dont worry Foxkit" Pyrekit purred, "oo I've got an idea!" he exclaimed, "i'll be right back." He touched the other kit on the shoulder with his tail and bounded off. When he returned he had a small stick in his jaws. "Here take this" he mewed through his teeth, "no you can feel whats around you."
Hushwisker stood with Vaporpaw teaching him how to hunt. She had asked Jupiterkit to be the mouse for they had to stay in camp.
Foxkit nodded eagerly, biting down on the stick and poking the ground. "That's soil..." he muttered through the stick, feeling the ground beneath him become soft and bouncy. "Thank you!" he mummbled happily, looking up at Pyrekit with his blue kit eyes.
Larkstar regained her footing and whirled around, then charged towards the fox Hawkpaw had been fighting. She gave it some nasty cuts on its chest, but it dodged her next blow. Before Larkstar could strike again, it lunged forward and dug its fangs into her shoulders. Screeching with pain, the Raptorclan leader clawed at its muzzle furiously until the young fox let go.
Owlfeather crouched in some bushes, invisible to the foxes. "On the count of three, jump out." she whispered to Mistpaw. "One...two...three!" The she-cat slipped out into view and tackled one of the foxes, clawing rapidly at it's spine.
The small apprentice hesistated at first. She didn't know how to fight foxes but knew she would have to, to protect her clan. Seconds after the call Mistpaw leaped out of the bushes and leaped at the fox Owlfeather had tackled. There the apprentice leaped onto the foxes face and began to viciously claw at it.
Closingdoor padded into camp and sighed. These days so long and hard haunted him and his past. The young tabby sighed and gazed down at his fawn coloured paws. StarClan kill me, He thought. Just kill me now...
"Hi, Closingdoor!" Whisperkit mewed as she bounced over. The kit was oblivious to the weariness he felt.
Larkstar ducked away from one strike, then came up and landed a solid blow on the fox's side. Just when it looked like they might be winning, she heard a vicious snarl from nearby. Whirling around, she gasped as she watched a vixen racing towards them.
Closingdoor gazed up his amber eyes rolling in annoyance."Whisperkit". He sighed."Yes, hello". He hadn't always been as grumpy as an elder but you'd wonder why.
"Were you hunting? Or patrolling?" Whisperkit asked cheerfully, blissfully ignorant. "When I'm a warrior, I'll catch eagles."
The older tom sighed and gazed at the kit in an awkward way."If I was hunting wouldn't I have a mouse"! He snapped a little too suddenly."Idiot mousebrain"!
Whisperkit shrunk back from Closingdoor. "Jerk!" she spat, sounding more frightened than angry. The kit turned and ran back to the nursery without waiting for him to reply.
Closingdoor felt a thorn of sorrow pierce his heart as he watched the small kit make a dash for the nursery. This wasn't him. From the outside at least, but why had he always denied such fate. Love killed him and he had done something similar before. Why was he such an idiot?
Hushwhisker walked over to Closingdoor, "now that could of gone better huh?" she mewed, "you should really be nicer to kits especially when they have done nothing wrong..."
Pyrekit jumped around, "your welcome" he purred with excitment helping the kit. "how about we play a game?" he asked, "i've got two, one you poke cats with your stick and depending on there reaction you have to guess who it is or i find things around her and using your senses and the stick if it helps you guess what it is" he suggested.
Vaporpaw practiced the crouch Hushwhisker had taught him.
Closingdoor looked at the she-cat(?) and bit his lip to prevent a stinging retort from coming out. It wasn't his fault! It just... Past, present and future, so when would he be forced to tell someone? When was they day he'd be forced away from the Clan?
Larkstar regained her footing and whirled around, then charged towards the fox Hawkpaw had been fighting. She gave it some nasty cuts on its chest, but it dodged her next blow. Before Larkstar could strike again, it lunged forward and dug its fangs into her shoulders. Screeching with pain, the Raptorclan leader clawed at its muzzle furiously until the young fox let go.
Hawkpaw adrenaline rushed,and the excitement got the best of her. She leaped onto the front of the fox,wrapping her forepaws around it's neck. Holding on the best as she could she then felt her fang sink into the fox's neck.
Dragonscale watched Closingdoor and Whisperkit, her tail flicking slowly from side to side. Although she shook her head faintly, she said nothing.
Hushwhisker smiled gently, "is there something bothering you?" she asked, "shall we take a walk and you can tell me about it?" she asked.
Vaporpaw sat alone again... :( "so unloved" he thought to himself.
Closingdoor shook his head. Things just weren't like that anymore. Ooh you have a problem? Tell me and it'll be all gone. No, not for him, not for anyone...
"See now I dont understand you, coz ive had such a tough life but my sons pulled me through, they talked to me every night, the problem never disappeared we were still running for our lives but it showed they cared," she mewed.
The brown tabby didn't seem as if he were paying attention. His eyes were glazed over, his gaze fixed intently on the distance like a scene were playing itself out before him. He shook his head, stood up and padded away.
The largest fox barked to the others, and they began a retreat. Larkstar sighed with relief, her bristling fur lying flat. Suddenly, the vixen lunged forward again, catching her off guard and sinking her teeth into the cat's side. Larkstar screeched in pain and clawed at her attackers eyes until the fox finally let go and ran off with her companions. "Victory," the Raptorclan leader whispered weakly, then she collapsed. Her heart was still beating, pumping blood out of the deep wound in her flank.