Posts by Himalayankit

[font=Cambria]"Hello Mum, hi everyone else," Himalayankit mewled as he padded towards his mother, the one whom he inherited his red brindled coat from and his deep blue ocean eyes. They flashed, his blue eyes, mind you, around at the other felines, as if he was silently interrogating them. Among them, he noticed that Loadedcub was around, the only other feline that he recognized that was currently present here. She always seemed to be looming around or near the medicine cat den; perhaps she was pursuing the ways of a medicine cat? Not that he felt or cared about prying into her life, or anyone's life, for that matter of course.
With a soft snort, the tomcat's mood slowly began to thaw out, as if he was a piece of ice in the drying baked sunlight. The tomcat silently plopped to the ground and began to lick his slightly ruffled fur, making it slightly messier than it was before he even started his so-called "wash". He was moody and very naughty at times, though, a not-so good combination for a feline like himself. His attitude was rapidly changing, like a so-called chameleon, except a lot swifter, and perhaps not as friendly as the species of reptilian creatures. They seemed more timid, more slow, not like him; he could be friendly one moment, then turn upon you, snapping at your heels or perhaps becoming slightly feisty.

[font=Cambria]ooc|| I know that it says that Himalayankit is suppose to be a she-cat, (I think...) but I'm just playing the kit as a tomcat. ^^

ic||"Erm, sorry," Himayalankit muttered, almost half-heartedly to himself. "Um... I haven't seen Aeonsummer yet, but I saw my Mum not too long ago," he meowed distinctly, shutting his blue optics for a moment, attempting to envision where a place where his mother might've been. He had only been residing here for not too long, so he didn't exactly know all of the reins to all of this Darkclan stuff. He was more adapted to Shadowclan's territory, he had to admit, but now, it was here where his loyalties lay.
Flicking his deep blue gaze over to the source of another voice, a familiar voice to be exact, the young kit found that it was his sister, Peachkit. She had also inherited their mother's tabby brindled fur, although, she had different colored eyes; green hued ones. Compared to his dark ocean eyes, Peachkit's bright green ones always seemed to clash with his, but they were separate, with different identities. He was more spunky, more naughty than she, she was the sweeter kit out of the three of them, he, Switchkit, and her; she had no inherited the naughtiness that both her siblings had.
The young tomcat nodded towards his sister, tensing up slightly which ranged in his shoulder area, as if he was seeing her for the first time. But why be the bother? He wasn't disturbed, or at least not really, as of this moment. He was merely extremely moody, that was all.

[font=Cambria]"Get away from my sister, you wretched furball!" Himalayankit yowled, spiriting towards the strange feline, shielding his sister from the odd, stranger. Within his dark ocean blue optics, the young son of Tropicalparadise then unsheathed his small set of claws threateningly. "Haven't you ever heard of stranger danger?" He added with a hiss, for a good measure, saying to half to his sister, half to the stranger before them. She was stupid yes, for not running, but Himalayankit supposed that she wouldn't have gotten too far, without being caught by these two goons.
There were two here, he suddenly realized, looking up at the oversized snow leopard and the domestic feline. Even though he was merely at an age of five moons, the young kitten could tell exactly when something was certainly off about how these two smelled, and of course their composure. Just like any kit, he only judged those for what they were doing presently, not what they did in the past. Obviously though, these Bloodclanners were not being friendly, or nice, which made his little body seize up. They smelled funny, not of Darkclan's usual scent, but of a strange, stinky scent that almost made him want to choke. Small little red brindled projectiles rose from his fur in defense. This was the absolute best time for his moodiness to overrule him, when his foes would see just how terrifying he was, despite the fact that he was a mere kit. "Leave my sister alone! She's not going anywhere!" The young brindled kit looked up towards the larger she-cat and the snow leopard, knowing that he could barely, just fend for himself. How would he be able to fend for his sister too, when everything was against the odds anyways?
Cold blue optics, as calm as they usually were, flared up with a strange fire within him. His dark ocean eyes flickered with an eerie cold fire, as the young kit attempted to muster up all of the rage within him. Tropicalparadise loved him. Loved his sisters. Peachkit. Switchkit. He wouldn't let anything happen to them, or his clan. He would just let them down, even if he was.

[font=Cambria]ooc|| My gosh, I still remember Robinshine in Skyclan. No wonder the name was familiar! Fourwhisker, if you don't remember me, I use to play Serenegrace.

ic||"Who's Robinshine?" Himayalankit asked bluntly, looking up at the cheetah with a curious gleam in his dark blue eyes. The young tomcat, with red brindled fur and dark blue eyes, looked just like his mother, Tropicalparadise, one of the medicine cats here in Darkclan, being alongside with Aeonsummer. The young tomcat looked up at the felines, not knowing a single one, though being brazen enough to ask the question. He was spunky, even he had to admit, being spontaneous and somewhat adventurous, having a slight taste for explorations and hunts. It had not bothered him that he asked this question, he was brazen, perhaps a bit ambitious to be social around here in Darkclan.
The cheetah was big, a lot bigger than all of the full grown felines here, which meant that the golden spotted feline was a lot bigger than he was. Never had he really experienced being this small; true, he was a five moon tomcat, about to become an apprentice in no time, but still, it gave no one the right to be at least ten times bigger than he was. It was just too paranormal for him.
Silently sliding out from the shadows that had consumed his form, the young red tabby then looked up at the cheetah, having the best glance of him yet. He was large, with quarter-sized spots, and bright golden optics that reflected the morning, perhaps even the radiant setting sun that rest upon the distant horizon. His body was lean, as if he had been pumped, perhaps exercising a lot more than he had, in the past one or two moons. What was for certain though was that his appearance was quite impressive, almost as impressive as the two largest wildcats, the lion and the tiger.

[font=Cambria]Himalayankit yawned, revealing his pearly white teeth as his maw parted slightly. The bright red brindled tomcat closed his parted maw silently, his deep blue eyes bleary from all of the sunlight that had filtered into the den, that had stung his eyes till they became sore and burned. His fur was in a tangled mess, slightly matted from the odd position that he was sleeping in, and his nest was slightly shredded. Not like he cared about putting it back together, yet he did it anyways.
With a hasty wash, the young tomcat then leaped out of his bedding, then padded out of the nursery, where the filtered light hit him fully for the first time. The young red kit cringed slightly, though managed to avoid the burning sensation, or at least for now, when he was finally adjusting to it. With dark blue ocean optics shining lightly, the tomcat then promptly bumped into a she-kit, on accident of course. Opening his mouth to retort, the tomcat meowed,"Ow!" Then with a quick glance, the two blue optics narrowed slightly, not pleased that he had bumped into someone. With a mutter, the tomkit meowed,"sorry," barely saying it audibly, or even honestly. Hmph, it was half her fault that she was standing out in the sun, where he had bumped into her, where he had the chance of doing that anyways. She was even lucky that it hadn't been a warrior, or else then he/she wouldn't have been as gracious as he, he guessed silently in his head, still somewhat glaring at the strange she-kit.

[font=Cambria]Gosh, how many kits did Aeonsummer even have? With a mere roll of his eyes, the tomkit then sat down silently, then began to continue to make his fur smoother than before. He was five moons, probably almost five moons older than these kits. There seemed to be an outburst of kittens lately though, which disturbed him, since the nursery was becoming more and more crowded each and every night, it seemed.
When Elinekit's sister came, the young tom couldn't help but feel a cold shiver prick at his spine experimentally, as if he was being poked with an icy cold needle. It was as if she was deliberately trying to make him feel uncomfortable or to squirm, but the red tabby was too spunky to flinch at this point. Geez, what was her problem? Even Himayalankit wasn't that prickly, or that cold looking, with merely a glance. His eyes, they were dark blue, at least they looked sincere and full of life. Hers, they just scared him.
Inside, the tomcat felt bad, for accidentally running into Elinekit. It wasn't her mother's presence that made him do this, he was moody, not being a morning feline. "Look," he began awkwardly, looking down at the smaller kit. "I'm really sorry for bumping into you earlier. I erm... owe you a favor." He had no idea where that had com from, he wasn't usually this courteous, but he supposed younger she-kits were an exception. Warriors and higher ranks were to be respected, but tomcats his age had better watch out for their tails, before he'd get to them first.

[font=Cambria]His little heart beat sped up, for a moment from exhilaration as he replied, nearly stuttering over himself. Deep oceanic blue optics sparkled lightly as he looked up at the medicine cat. "Sure. I'd like to see what medicine cats do anyways." The young red tabby added a small smile to this; his mother probably did this when she was young, when she was an MCA. Himalayankit wasn't too into herbs, he was categorized as a fighter. Of course though, he certainly wouldn't mind having an excuse to sort herbs or something of the sort.
The only thing that the young tomcat was worried about was actually the amount of felines that were bound to show up, but it was quite typical, seeing that Darkclan was a huge clan, with felines that he didn't know about. It wasn't that crowds made him uncomfortable either, it was just that... That... he didn't like socializing, as many others did. But luckily, only his sister, himself, and Loadedcub were here at the moment, along with Aeonsummer of course.
Gazing at Loadedcub, the snow leopard, the brindled tomcat began to purr lightly; she seemed really sweet, really shy, but sweet. She had a stutter that he'd noticed, but it wasn't going to be vey nice if he were to tease her about it, now, would it? Maybe he could befriend her in the near future, you know? She would be a really good friend perhaps.

[font=Cambria]The young kit flicked his tail, a bemused smile flickering onto his maw. "No, sorry, Robinshine, I'm merely raising my paw to look at my pad," he meowed, the corners of his mouth raising upwards. Usually, he was more good-natured with older felines, and Robinshine was no exception at this point. He figured that they would most likely get along, the two of them. He managed not to annoy him at all; or perhaps that was merely his temperament. The only things that annoyed him really, were the younger kits that were somehow idly bouncy, as if they had been sucking on some sort of energy source. Hmpf, he though sourly. I wasn't ever like that. Those other kits were too immature. For a good measure, the young tomcat raised his paw that he had just put down, his pad faced upwards, as if he was looking at his newly manicured claws and examining them.
When Hushfall spoke, the young red tomcat suddenly felt somewhat awkward. Should I leave, he thought silently in his head, looking up at the two older felines, then flicking his gaze over to his paws, which seemed more interesting to him at the moment, rather than these two. Maybe I should give them some time together, he added. Lovebirds.

[font=Cambria]
||Harry Potter moment Ouo
"Come back coward, come back and fight!" Himalayankit yowled, bounding after the wildcat hybrid, seething as he froze, watching the wildcat grab one of his nursery mates, then run away like a fool, like a coward. He had to get her back, there was no way that a Bloodclanner would ever take away one of his clan mates.
Deep inside, the red brindled tomcat knew that there was less than a sliver of a chance that he would ever be able to catch up to the she-cat, but he would do his very best. His chances grew slimmer however, when his side began to ache, as if it was pleading him to stop for a mere moment, to attempt to catch all of the breath that he lost. Tropicalparadise is going to be extremely mad, he thought silently, as he closed his eyes, running as fast as he could, despite the fact that lactic acids were already beginning to eat away at his muscles. All he could see though, were dapples of red and black, impending, foretelling his future doom.
Keep... going... he thought silently, feeling his paws hit the ground once, twice, three times... Whenever he ran into obstacles, he was careful not to use too much of his energy and began to maneuver around them, just to go through them. Soon enough, his fur would be scored with the many scratches that the bushes gave him as he continued to pursue after the she-cat. Come, Robinshine, he almost though silently, knowing that the warrior had much more strength than he did, to run faster than he ever could.
How long had it been? He felt as if he had given every breath to the earth, only to be sucked away. He didn't know the alabaster serval, but he knew that her parents would care about her, which was why he was in pursuit of getting her back, at whatever cost.

[font=Cambria][font=Cambria]"Hello," Himalayankit murmured, shifting his deep blue gaze over to the unfamiliar she-kit. He bet that she could smell it too, fear, awkwardness that surrounded each and every feline around him, as if each one of them had an individual aura, each one of them constantly battling with each other. Jousting like knights.
He wished for his form to flicker, to merely disappear into the wind, as if none of this ever happened to him. He wanted to wash away his memories of this, in a secret river that washed all of these embarrassing moments away. But, this was merely extremely awkward for him, being around all of these she-kits. One of them seemed to hate him already, before he had even managed to say hello, the next one seemed to be completely afraid of him, as if he was a giant red brindled monster of some sort. What would this kitten think of him? As a psycho maniac? As a weird tomcat? As an individual who she believed was lower than herself, like how Radicalclanners thought of toms?
He wanted to say something, to let his awkwardness out, and laugh out loud about it later, with all of them, as if all of this was merely a joke, like old friends. But that would utterly be impossible now, unless someone did something to loosen the knots. It almost left traces of unworthy bitterness within his heart, the van's ice-shard gaze imprinted in his mind.
The she-cat with the icy optics continued to unseal him, as if he was concealing something. She just going to frighten everyone off like that, he thought sourly, flicking his tail with distain, but leaving his face one-hundred percent emotionless, as if he had made a bravado mask for himself. Behind every mask, there was either a bravado poker face, a stone-cold personality, or even a scared feline. The question was, which was Chronokit, if she had a bravado mask?
His mind longed for him, temped him to say something highly offensive, and a some point Himalayankit found himself covering his mouth and muttering the insult in a barely audible tone of voice, low. Most couldn't unravel him; he was naughty, and very spunky. He had his ways too, with his constant mood swings that usually took place, stood a stand in front of his rage, as a mask of his own.

[font=Cambria]Himalayankit smiled lightly bounding over to the group, silently looking for his sisters, only to be highly disappointed. He knew a few here though, which was certainly good for him. "Hello Mum, Miss Aeonsummer," he meowed happily, as if he had been swimming in a river, full of happiness, one that washed away his worries from him. He had never been to one of these before, a herb training.
The red brindled tabby silently took a seat near the middle, not wanting to be in the near front, but also not wanting to be in the very back. He was just in the leisure middle, where he could actually sit and learn, like all of the others. Some felines might've guessed that he had a head start, since his mother was a medicine cat, but he only knew very few herbs, whenever he watched his mother, Tropicalparadise out on the field, or Aeonsummer helping someone that was in need.
Dark blue optics closed for a mere moment as he began to think about the healing properties that supposedly marigold had. Its name was certainly familiar, as it was probably one of the most common names that he heard whenever he passed by this mother's den. Marigold and cobwebs.
The young tomcat's brown clenched together as he began to think of some type of answer that marigold had. "It helps crack pads?" He meowed lightly, remembering how his mother, perhaps Blissfulpaw, or even Aeonsummer use the stuff on a hurt feline, when they had a large cut. But he couldn't remember.

[font=Cambria]ooc|| Blows on gun nozzle. Yup, Rush Hour moment.

"What?! Why? We have to go rescue her!" He cried, zooming back, the corners of his mouth drooping downwards. He silently couldn't believe that Robinshine would call him back... But he would obey him. "Yea, sure. I'll be first; I'll pretty you up, once you fetch me some mascara and some blush. Oh yea... I probably need to trim your hair too," he sneered to the large lion, almost wanting to stick out his tongue out at him.
This tomcat might've been a lion, but he wasn't a lion inside. Lions. Loyal leaders, Igniting excitement, Overall loud, Never... backing down from any challenge. If you're not a coward, then you wouldn't use your powers to defend yourself. That was exactly what was going on in his head. He just was brazen enough to say it out loud. "OK, you gonna kill me? OK, put your powers down, fight like a man. Fight me like a man. Anybody can use powers against someone else."
A small smirk rose on his maw, he was taunting this lion, and he would fight back if he was good enough. Himalayankit knew that he had powers, but hmpf, he was using them so much, that if they were taken away, then what would he do, hm? Would he run back to his mate, or his leader and cry on their shoulder?
Himalayankit knew something though, he wasn't a fighter himself, and he didn't know any good battle moves. But what was said was said and he couldn't take any of it back.

[font=Cambria]"Hey, don't be afraid," the young tomcat murmured lightly, not turning to face the younger she-kit, but letting his deep eyes close so he wouldn't need to see anything too startling. In his mind though, he could silently imagine everything that was happening, as if he actually had his eye open, instead of having them closed shut. "I promise that I won't hurt you again, if I can help it," he added, purring slightly, bemused by her activity. He could caress this moment for a bit, it certainly would be in one of his memories, that was for certain. His feathery alabaster colored whiskers began to twitch slightly, but his brow was furrowed deeply, forming wrinkles upon his brindled forehead. They crisscrossed, going against the tabby markings that were already marked there.
He would uphold this promise for as long as he could. If anything, he hated, hated empty promises, ones that held hope. One would be ever so excited for these types of things, but at the end, truly, they would be dumped, left in the dust, per say. It always hurt more than one feline, he noticed, it hurt everyone, like a domino track. It just took one person to push the first one over, then everything would come crashing down. It was just like an empire, there would always be a rise, then a fall. Always.
It didn't mean that Himalayankit would break his promise though, he meant it fully, especially to Elinekit, but also to all of his clan mates, even if they did hate him, or dislike him. He didn't care about his reputation. For what he was, he could stay who he was, just merely him, and ignore what others thought of him. It would hurt, it would sting, yes, but perhaps it was necessary, for all he knew.
Deep inside, a rumble awoke him. He wasn't normally like this, but he would certainly make an exception. He fully expected for himself to explode, for the monster within him to take control and somehow rage out on someone, one of his clan mates. It was something that he feared. Greatly.

[font=Cambria]The young tomcat purred lightly as he looked at the younger she-kit, watching her movements for a mere moment, somewhat surprised that the young Van had actually bent down to lick his foot. At first, he froze for a moment, from shock, but then he bent down and licked her ear, hoping that she understood. It was a silent sign, like the one that she had given him. Promise, he seemed to say with his deep blue hued optics gleaming slightly as he looked down at the younger kit. It seemed as if he had made his very first friend here, besides his sister, of course. It made him strangely warm and fuzzy inside, but he shrugged it away, or at least for now. It was just a good feeling to know that someone trusted you like that. Someone who wasn't his mother or his sister. An actual, genuine friend.
Himalayankit didn't know if the she-cat thought of him as a friend, but he would, silently in his head. He then dismissed these thoughts as soon as he heard the familiar voice of Aeonsummer. "Sure," He replied, nodding towards the medicine cat who had spoken. He blinked, then glanced at both she-kits trying not to think about the tingling feeling that he got whenever he saw Chronokit's eyes. He would try his best to be friendly, try. It didn't mean that he could, it was his mere personality.
The young kit's ears flattened onto his skull, as he could also guess that the Van could see the awkwardness still in the air. It was clearer now though, and he didn't mind as much of this, but what disturbed him slightly was that it wasn't subtly hidden from the public. What, is everything suddenly visible? He thought silently in his head, flicking his thin tail behind his back. Nevermind that, he thought again, shifting his thoughts. Um... so what game would we play?
"Do you have any games in mind, Aeonsummer?" The red tabby murmured, tilting his head off to one side, his bright blue eyes sparkling with sheer curiosity. Hopefully it wasn't a get-to-know-you game. If it is, then I'm going to be so embarrassed, he thought silently in his head, dreading for the answer that he didn't wish to hear.

[font=Cambria]Young Himalayankit knew that he had to do something, anything at this point. He was quite disturbed by this Bloodclanner's use of vocabulary and moves in his power, but he didn't care at the moment. Instead, he was being more spunky. So readying himself, he aimed to pounce on the lion's base of his tail and bite down, hard. Even for a kit, he had nice movements, considering that he could jump a couple of couple of feet into the air.
Gulping silently, the young kit couldn't really decipher exactly on what was going on at the moment. Whatever it was, it sounded brutal, in his sheer opinion. Look out below, or erm, I mean above, he thought silently, letting his hips swing from side to side rapidly, as thoughts ran through his head.
He was already breathing hard, there was truly nothing at he could do at the moment. Even if he could make it, he wouldn't make a very good distraction and might be hospitalized in the medicine cat den for a while. But it was something that he was willing to make, a choice.
It all happened in slow motion. He pressed the ground as hard as he could, pushing off of the hard surface. Then, he raised his forepaws into the air, as if he was about to grab something. His jaws let loose of each other, half-formed into a battle cry. Then, in a swift movement, he unsheathed his tiny set of claws. His deep blue eyes were half-wild, half-serious and concentrated. He would complete this, he had to. So focusing all of this energy in his legs, he felt himself rise into the air, then he felt searing pain at his side, knowing that he was loosing energy. He envisioned himself as a wild stallion, running away from pursuers and captors. But he would evade them each and every time, loosing energy. Sooner or later, he would be slain, caught by the lassoes that would hold him down. It would hurt greatly. Was this what warriors had to face, all of the time? Whoa, that scared him, if he would need to face battles like this one in the future. The scary part was that they were bound to be a lot bigger than this one.

[font=Cambria]"They're raspberry leaves," Himalayankit murmured, licking his lips to moisten them, his deep blue optics glued onto the dark colored leaves. Just thinking of the leaves made him remember about the actual berries, which deemed to be common around undergrowth. "I think that they can be used as a painkiller," he said, agreeing with the two she-cats who had spoken before he had. They both had similar answers, which was why he had to think a bit longer; he wanted to give them credit for their work, and find his own answers. "I believe that they can also be used to stop the bleeding, like when..." The red tomcat began to think of a scenario. "-like when a queen is birthing." There, he had said it.
A small sigh emitted from his small maw, and the young tomcat shrunk in size slightly. He would likely be correct this time, he certainly felt a bit better, a lot more accurate and confident in these answers, compared to his last one. He knew the identity of these leaves, prior to being because they were soft to the touch, yet slightly jagged at the edges. They were a lot bigger than the raspberries themselves though, probably because they needed to absorb a lot of sun to get the photosynthesis going.
The brindled tomcat gazed at the others, his deep blue optics shining slightly as he looked away from the raspberry leaves for a moment. He had a question about them just a moment about them, but he must've forgotten. Oh, now he remembered! "So, is it true that raspberry bushes have thorns? I suppose you'd have to be really careful not to get pricked when you're gathering them," he meowed, attempting to imagine his mother, or perhaps Aeonsummer fetching raspberry leaves, avoiding to get pricked by the thorns of the raspberry bush.

[font=Cambria]"I wish to be a medic assistant because I feel as if I wish to help others," Himalayankit meowed simply, licking his chest for a moment to think some more. He was no kiss-up, he was being completely earnest. Sure, he seemed gruff perhaps at first in appearance to others, but still, they didn't see, or at least, they couldn't see what was within him. "In the nursery earlier today, there was this huge Bloodclan lion. I admit, that I was afraid of him. No... I was terrified in him. Then, I hesitantly thought of how warriors face their owns battles physically each and every day, and I respected it. But I don't know if it's the path for me. I want to help my clan mates in every which way, and I have to admit that when I was running to fetch Little Red, I believe her name was called, that I felt as if I was helpless, that I couldn't help in being a warrior. I felt as if I couldn't fight with force. But many have said, that there is more than one way of fighting." He gulped slightly, pausing for a moment. "I'm not asking this, because you're my mother, or because of the position. But I have decided to put a paw into the world of herbs, if you would allow me to," he meowed, dipping his head, then standing back, so that someone else could talk. Boy, that was long, and by now, he was not feeling all that great. He was shuddering slightly; he wasn't normally like this, he was more spunky. But he supposed that after what had taken place earlier today, that he wouldn't be the same tomcat that he was at that very moment. For now, he had no idea if the change was certainly or not, for the better. Supposedly though, he would find out, in the near future.
When he had mentioned that there was more than one way of fighting, he meant... that there was physically fighting, then fighting for the life of another. He was born to fight, but not knowing which one to choose.

[font=Cambria]"Yes, good luck," Himalayankit meowed dipping his head towards the others, smiling lightly. He knew for certain that at least one she-cat would be chosen, and he knew which one. He didn't know her well, but hey, he had seen her once... or twice. He didn't remember too much. Or maybe he had never seen her at all, until this very herb training.
What the young tomcat found ironic though, was that there were no other tomcats participating, other than him. Odd... Back in Shadowclan, there would be a whole bunch of felines, male and female, both genders would gather and swarm, crowding each other to just get their claws on the position. He shrugged. He didn't really care back then though, it wasn't nice to pry.
His mood had changed, he noticed. He was completely nervous the moment before, but now he felt better. No, excuse me, a lot better. And before that, he felt good when he had become friends with Elinekit, one of Aeonsummer's kits, a pretty Turkish Van.
"So... How did you ladies learn so many herbs?" The red tabby asked curiously, tipping his head over to one side to add to the point. He had never met so many felines in one group that had known so many herbs like that, and it secretly made him in awe of them all.
He guessed that Chronokit also learned about herbs from watching, maybe even assisting her mother, and that Loadedcub had the natural passion for this type of stuff anyways. Doublekit was really cute, but she had quite a bit of knowledge there, which made the red tabby soften up slightly just because she was so little with a fiery ambition already. It was a mere guess of course, he didn't know these felines very well.

[font=Cambria]He was Himalayankit, the son of Tropicalparadise. He was nothing out of the ordinary, though he didn't have a typical personality. He was spunky, having his own pick up lines and whatnot, he jousted with words against a lion, he ran in pursuit after a clan mate that was being abducted, one that he didn't even know, he had defended his sister, when she talked to a Bloodclanner, too innocent to know that she the wildcat was a bad she-cat. He was naughty, somewhat, and he was really moody. At one point, he could be calm, the next, he could be in complete rage. He would be completely angry, out of his mind all in general.
As for his friendships, he was only really friends with his sister, his mother, and one of Aeonsummer's kits, whose name was Elinekit. He considered her as a friend, but she probably didn't. Yet. They had barely known each other for more than, what, an hour of sunlight or two? It certainly isn't much, but it will grow, hopefully.
Letting his deep blue eyes focus on the scenery before him, wondering when the sun would rise. Yes, he had gotten up really early, but not like two in the morning, goodness, no. He had gotten up at the first call of the morning birds, rising with them. So there he sat in the nursery, with all of his nursery mates fast asleep around him. He sat, with his back hunched slightly and his tail neatly tucked around his tail. His red brindled fur shone silver-red as the moon, radiant as it was, began to fade into the sky. A streak of purple shot across the sky, then was quickly accompanied with some others. They became brighter, and brighter, transforming into simple laces of pink, then radiant red. That's when the sun started to rise. Anyone at this point could've been up, watching this spectacular view with him, but for now, it was all calm.
"It's calm," he murmured softly, inhaling, then exhaling the cool breeze. It seemed to take the two words that he had emitted out of his mouth, then let it flow into the air, where it promptly disappeared. It was so cold out, in fact, that he could see his own breath, and watch it disappear. All of the things today, he just couldn't sleep because of it. He was too excited for today, when the sun finally arose. It would take only a few minutes longer, most likely, but he was willing to wait for that amount of time. It would be likely later in his life, where he would be waiting like this, except... He would be waiting for someone.
Finally, a couple of minutes later, the sun began to rise, and the red in Himalayankit's fur became highlighted, became more thoroughly seen in the red shimmering light. It was all extremely radiant at the moment, ever so beautiful. His deep blue oceanic eyes began to widen. The scenery... It was all really beautiful. The camp was lit to life with shadows creeping into the darkest corners, and the red light extinguishing each and every single inch of it all.
It meant something, a new day, a day where all evil would be wary of good, a new day that would comfort all of them. It brought a optimistic future, where everything was renewed from the day before. Everyone was rested and the cycle of life began to spin.

[font=Cambria]"Flashbacks?" Himalayankit meowed, swishing his tail back and forth as he looked down at the young she-cat, his dark blue optics wide. He was starting to become quite engrossed into this conversation, which really wasn't what he had been feeling before.
He had never remembering hearing about anything that was called "flashbacks". "So you see flashes of your past?" He guessed, looking down at the young she-kit, not knowing if that was what flash backs even meant. But if he broke it down, then it would; Flash... Backs... Flashbacks. "Huh... But does that mean that... You had a different life?" He suggested, not even sure if there was such thing as a second chance, of a second life either. It was something that he was quite innocent about, and had no idea even existed. There were few powers out there that he knew about, that actually existed at that very moment. But he had seen few up close like his encounter with the lion. Now that was really scary for him!
The young red brindled tabby turned slightly, wondering what the other two had to say about this, about what either Doublekit had said, or how the other two had taken an interest into the course of herbs.
Blue optics shimmered lightly underneath his newly furrowed brow, as he attempted to silently sort this all out, whatever it all meant. Flashbacks... Past Life? Nah, that couldn't have been true, right? Right? Right? Perhaps he could ask later, after this whole ordeal was over. After all, he didn't want to sound rude and snotty, by overtaking this whole conversation.
The young tomcat's ears perked slightly as he turned to Chronokit. Imaginary friends sounded cool, but slightly eerie to him, just because you couldn't see them. "Awesome!" He meowed enthusiastically, rising to his paws for a moment. "Do they have any names?