Posts by WINGSPREAD

Wingkit laughed as the scene unfolded, three cats, playing a good game. Her eyes showed happiness, and excitement, as she waited to see if the moss-ball came her way, so she would know when to run, or if she didn't need to run. Waiting for any signs of a moss-ball coming her way, the kitten crouched deep into the grass, eyes showing happiness, and they sparkled in the sunlight. Stay aware, Wingkit, for any moment now, a moss-ball could be coming in your direction.

Wingkit began to pad away, her eyes glowing as the sun caught them, her tail swaying in the gentle breeze. As she looked around, she felt calm spread through her, and realized just how much she loved Windclan. She would never want to leave, not if she didn't have to leave. This was home, and she would never leave home. She loved her clanmates far too much to leave them.

Wingkit followed the tom-kit, letting out a mewl as her fur snagged on one of the twigs. "Bother," she said, with a grin, before pushing her way through, until she stood beside Dominokit, on the other side of the nursery. "I must confess... I've never been this way before," she said, looking at the tom-kit. "Do you know which way we go?"

"Nimbleflight will be okay then?" Wingkit asked, the hope in her voice, as she looked at her deputy. I just hope she will be okay, and Abrapaw is right. "Is this why you wanted to be a medicine cat? So you could help your clanmates?" Wingkit asked the tom. "If so, you're doing a good job, I'll just say." Then she looked back at Nimbleflight.

"Wingkit," Wingkit mewed to the tom-kit, giving him a smile, knowing what he was doing - he was bringing her back in, not pushing her out of the conversation. "Nice to meet you, Lynxkit," she added, with a gentle look in her eyes. Her eyes then flirted up the clouds, fluffy things which no one knew what they were made out of. It wasn't exactly easy, to walk up to the clouds and touch them, to find out what made them.

"Hello, miss Irispaw," Wingkit purred, padding over to the she-cat she had seen many a time. "What are you doing, miss?" she asked, looking at the she-cat. Something to do with... goldenrod? What was she doing? Was she picking herbs for the medicine cats? Wingkit didn't know, and it wasn't exactly easy to just go and find out, was it? So she sat there, waiting for an answer.

Wingkit remained where she was, letting out a deep sigh, which allowed her to take in fresh air. The sun shone on her back, making her look an even lighter brown color, which she quite liked. The young daughter of Nebulapaw and Calmpaw (although she was being raised to think her father was Vectorpaw) smiled, showing that she was happy, and that she was having a nice day. Her blue eyes blinked away the sun once, before she waited to see what happened next.

"Relaxing is good. I think it keeps your heart rate at a good speed," she mewed, looking at the she-cat. "But if you're stressed, it could be far too quick that what it should be." With a small nod of her head, she gave a grin to the she-cat who she quite often saw around the clan. Many times had she spoken with Irispaw, and they had had a nice conversation. Lots of times.

Wingkit lay by herself, in the burning hot sunshine, eyes facing away from the sun, so it didn't blind her or anything of the such. She was rather... comfortable, and relaxed, which was good, wasn't it? She began to think about her mother, Nebulapaw, who was probably working with her mentor, Scarredheart, and then her thoughts went to her father, Vectorpaw. Well, her father was really Calmpaw, but she was being raised to think her father was Vectorpaw, when in fact, he was her surrogate.

"You'll be okay now, though, Calmskies," Wingkit said, with a smile. "You're free, and aren't hurt. That's a good thing, I must say." Looking at the deputy, her eyes sparkled, round with interest. "Maybe we ought to be aware of fishing nets, for the future." Who knew, maybe more cats would get stuck in fishing nets in the future, and the knowledge they had taken in today about fishing nets would come in useful.

"Yes, I'm Wingkit," Wingkit purred. "Your name is Crew? Nice to meet you, Crew," she said, smiling at the tom-kit, when she saw Lunarpaw. "Hello, Lunarpaw. Yes, I'm on solid foods now, I have been for a while actually. I'll be joining you, in the apprentice den, soon, as Wingpaw." With a grin, she found herself feeling excited for the future.

Wingkit saw the two, and padded over to them. "Hello," she said, a small smile on her lips. "I'm Wingkit, it's a pleasure to meet you both." Flicking her tail, she realized just how big she was growing. She was nearly the size of an apprentice - she'd be Wingpaw soon. She'd be known as a 'paw', along with her mother, Nebulapaw. It would be a little weird, that they'd both be 'paw's', but it would be okay, and they'd soon get used to it.

"Hello, Cometpaw," Wingkit said, with a smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Wingkit." Looking at the apprentice, her eyes widened. "Don't you think it's a nice day? It's lovely and sunny, at least it's lovely in my eyes, don't know if that goes for everyone."

"Hello Libertykit," Wingkit purred, smiling at the she-kit. She had heard the tales of Libertyflight, a former advisor, who had died. Was Libertykit named after Libertyflight? Wingkit didn't know. Maybe it's the reincarnation of her? Smiling, she flicked her tail, her eyes on Libertykit. "How are you, Libertykit? Well, I hope?"

Seeing the other kits, Wingkit padded over, eyes round. The young daughter of Nebulapaw and Calmpaw gave a small smile, sitting down, in a neat way, looking at the other's. "Hello," she mewed, her head high. Tucking her paws in, she puffed out her chest, trying to look respectful, and not rude, although she instantly went back into a normal position, as she couldn't stay sitting upright with her chest puffed out, only for a few minutes could a kit do it, but maybe an older cat could do it for longer.

Wingkit padded over, behind Bohemianpaw, a small smile on her lips. "Hello, everybody," she mewed in greeting, her brown and white pelt clean. The young daughter of Nebulapaw and Calmpaw dipped her head graciously, trying to be polite and get her mother a good reputation of keeping her kits well behaved. Because what if Nebulapaw got the news that her kit was rude, and disrespectful? Nebulapaw wouldn't be happy with that, and Wingkit wanted to please her mother, and never stop pleasing her.

The young she-kit let out a dreamy sigh, thinking about her life so far. She had been born to Nebulapaw and Vectorpaw (although really, her father was Calmpaw, in Riverclan), and that was the start of her story of her life. She remembered one of the days when Nebulapaw had been outside, and Wingkit had spent some time with her, her eyes shining as she looked up at her mother. And now she was about four moons. Soon, she'd be an apprentice... like her mother. She'd be Wingpaw soon, and would have the same ending to her name as Nebulapaw did, well, at least for a little while.

"A tail?" Wingkit mewed, padding over, eyes round. "Who's tail is it?" she asked. Had the cat accidentally had it ripped of, or something? Or was it an old tail, from a dead body? She didn't know, but she was curious to find out, although she wasn't going to ask a billion questions like some kits did. Looking at Calmskies, she gave a small smile to her deputy.

"What's your name?" Wingkit asked politely, looking at the kit. "I don't think we've ever met before. I'm Wingkit." Dipping her head politely, she waited to see what the other kit responded with, although really, she was thinking about her mother, Nebulapaw. Wingkit loved her mother, more then anything, and hoped the head bodyguard apprentice was okay.

Wingkit was curious, thinking about where the tail had come from. Had it been thrown in, by an enemy clan, because it was a Windclan cat who they had killed? It was mysterious that a dead cat's tail would all of a sudden turn up. But Wingkit wasn't going to jump up and down in excitement because there was a mystery, no, she wasn't the sort to do that.