We're DOOMED. Or are we? [open]

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    As the tiny tortie slowly exited the nursery, her brown eyes lifted towards the sky. It was dark and gray. She couldn't find the sun. It was missing. Fear graced her features. If the sun was their source of warmth and it was gone, would they die. Sandkit began prancing back in forth, having an anxious fit. The constantly flowing wind was cold, making her shiver non-stop. It was too quiet. Her eyes scanned the camp around her. Something huge was happening, yet everyone was acting as they do every day.


    Suddenly a loud noise erupted from the sky, making Sandkit jump and squeal. Her fur was puffed out so much that she looked like a big ball of fluff. Shaking violently, the she-kit calmed herself down and squinted her eyes. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Something was falling from the sky! Drop, drop, drop it went, leaving dark marks on the ground. Each time one fell, she pounced on it, only to reach over and smack her paw down on another droplet. This continued until she slipped on the wet ground and tripped onto her back.


    "T-the sky is fa-falling! The gray stuff ate the sun and now we're DOOMED!" Sandkit cried as she scrambled to her feet, frantically running around in circles. In time she was soaked head to toe, covered in mud. What she thought was falling sky was actually rain, but this was the first time she had seen it, even though she was nearly 6 moons old.

    Sandkits cris had awoken the kit-almost the age of an apprentice. She grunted and slowly peeled open her eyes. "Whats with all the noise Sandkit?" She said calmly. Stretching she stood up and ended up falling down again. She was not a morning person. No siree.

    "It's the s-s-s-sky! It's falling! The sun w-was eaten! We-we're gonna die!" Sandkit yowled in reply to Sandkit, continuing to run in a circle repeatedly. A yelp escaped her mouth as she tripped over her large paws, somersaulting a number of time before landing on her bottom. Her tip of her tail was hanging on her head, dripping mud on her face. Dizzily, the she-kit flopped backwards, splattering the wet dirt into the air as she did so.

    ooc; It's already raining.


    "Rain?" Sandkit's eyes wandered up to the sky as millions of water droplets continued to fall. "Rain?!"


    Sitting upwards, the tiny she-kit stared at Lifekit with a puzzled expression. Now that she fully realized another cat was here, she began stammering more than normal.

    "B-b-b-b-but! Where'd the s-su-un go?! It wa-wa-was eaten! I-I-I told you! That gray stuff ate d-da sun! Now we're gonna die because it's c-c-c-cold!"

    A growling voice spoke as a white head poked up from the apprentice den nearby, pushing the fern fronds back with a powerful set of shoulders. Springpaw was half grown now and he was becoming, though not large, completely sleek and muscular. "What's going on out here?" Demanded the pushy, athletic white tom, narrowing his rather beautiful green eyes. "Can't a tom get a moment's quiet to sleep? I realise you kids have nothing better to do all day but SOME of us have to get up at dusk for the evening patrol."

    Sandkit slowly pulled herself back onto her feet as Springpaw appeared. The ears of the small, large-pawed kit folded back against her head. Looking as though she was in trouble, soon the expression on her face changed. Another attempt at false bravado. Her molten brown eyes flicked to the side as the tortie began talking, lashing her tail back and forth. What would Cometkit say?


    "S-s-stop complaining, you-you...overgrown k-ki-k-kit! Whe-whether you can sleep or-or not.. is not my problem!" She cried with her eyes shut tightly. It was hard to take what she said seriously, especially with her stuttering. Sandkit wasn't even turned towards him!


    Suddenly, the she-kit jumped in Springpaw's direction and opened her eyes wide.


    "I-I mean.. uh, I-I-I was talking to that bush! Sandkit is sorry for waking you! It-it's just.. the sun was e-eaten! I couldn't help but panic!"

    "What's going on?"


    A tortoiseshell had stopped in her tracks, wondering why a pair of kits were outside of the nursery. A small tom, most likely an apprentice, was looking at the kits with a somewhat cranky expression on his white-furred face.


    Artemiswish had finished her warrior duties for the day, and had been heading towards the warriors' den for a little doze when she passed by the nursery clearing. She curiously assessed the kits; one had a startled look on her face, while the other seemed sullen as she gave the apprentice a fierce glare.

    Sandkit's eyes narrowed and she straightened her back was Lifekit spoke, calling her pathetic. The tortie's ears flattened against her skull and she tensed up her legs, as if readying herself to pounce on the other kit.


    "I-I am not!" Growled Sandkit defensively.

    "Play nice now," Artemiswish commented, as she invited herself to sit down. She curled her tail neatly over her paws and tilted her head to one side questioningly. "There's no reason to call her pathetic, little kit,"


    The tortoiseshell she-cat watched the nervous kit as she - the kit - flattened her ears defensively and vindicated herself against the other she-kit.

    Sandkit backed up a few steps, shaking the mud and water from her fur. She calmed herself down, letting her ears rise and her hackles lower.


    "I-I'm sorry," She grumbled to the warrior she-cat and fellow kit, feeling somewhat embarrassed.


    Now her eyes were wide and shining, staring up at the sky. The rain was beginning to cease, leaving many sparkling puddles of water on the surface. Through the gray clouds, she could see a light. The sun! Scampering forward, splashing through the puddles, a smile spread across Sandkit's face.


    "Artemiswish! The-the sun came back! It wasn't eaten!"

    Artemiswish laughed as she watched Sandkit brighten up as the clouds moved away from the sun. She looked up as well, narrowing her eyes to reduce the light intensity glaring at her. "Yes. The sun's safe now," she agreed, playing along with the kit.


    From the corner of her eye, she saw the sullen kit sitting down with a stormy expression. "C'mon, Lifekit. What's the matter?"

    Sandkit smiled brightly at Artemiswish, but her ears fell at the sound of Lifekit's voice. Lowering her eyes to the ground, she stared at her reflection in a puddle. Why did Lifekit call her a "thing" when she looked just like the rest of them? Why was Lifekit being so mean to her? Clenching her teeth, she whipped around and threw herself towards Lifekit, only stopping when she was right in the kit's face.


    "Shut UP!" Sandkit growled, narrowing her brown gaze into a glare.

    Lifekit smirked- her eyes blazed with hatred, and ambition. She was the different one- nothing like her family. She would have been her aunts favourite if she was still alive. Lifekits eyes shimmered and she stood up, her claw unsheathed and she pointed it in Sandkits face. "Go cry to mommy, go be the baby you are." She sneered. The beautiful brown and white kit flicked her ear. Her light green eyes looked like they were ice. All emotion other than anger and hatred left without a trace.

    " Hey whats all the noise about " growled Smokekit, he was enjoying a good nap when he was rudely awokin by the other kits " I'm trying to get some sleep, keep it down would ya. "

    Oh no she didn't.


    Baring her teeth, Sandkit overcame a transformation–the one that takes place when she gets so angry she can't contain or control it anymore. Her hackles rose and her large paws now wielded white, sharp claws. Her light brown eyes were ablaze, swirling like a fire full of fury. The silver blotched tortie circled Lifekit, exhaling out of her nose while her teeth stayed clenched. The upcoming battle seemed unmatched; Sandkit was so tiny and had the reputation of a coward. Hissing, the she-kit spat on the ground.


    "How about I give you something to cry about? Baby," Snarled the tortie, whose ears were flattened tightly against her skull. Snapping at Lifekit, though not making contact, she lashed her fluffy tail. Before the other kit could reply, Sandkit threw her unsheathed claws at Lifekit's face, hoping to maul her face off.