Wolfkit is a skittish little thing, not only is he the youngest kit in the nursery, he's also the smallest. Wolfpaw will do anything to be accepted as just as strong as the others, and even if he can't prove it to them, he will prove it to his siste...
-November 8th- -Wolfkit is 2 moons old- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wolfkit gazed through the stalks of tall grass, mind and body relaxed completely for what seemed like the first time in his life. He was lazing in the cool tall grass near the edge of camp, between the medicine den and the warriors den, where no cat liked to share tongues.
Since he had been allowed to venture from the nursery, he had found solace in this empty space, peace from his brutish sister. Swiftkit on the other paw had taken to playing with Squirrelkit and Barkkit in the clearing, and even the young warrior Leafnose had taken a shine towards her.
A happy sigh escaped the little grey tom. So what if Swiftkit had friends? So what if he didn't. He much preferred to be alone, crashing through grass and playing pretend. He had his mother and his older brother, they seemed to care more than others. They're all I need. . . Wolfkit sighed again, closing his eyes. Really.
Strange snapping sounds could be heard above him. His eyes flew open, startled, but then he relaxed and smiled. Just a clacky-bug. He didn't know what the bug was called, but it didn't matter, clacky-bug was an appropriate enough name. He giggled as it landed on the tip of his stubby tail and he playfully batted at it with his paws. "Watch out. I'm a hunter," he squeaked, giving off a playful growl and snapping his jaws at it, not close enough to harm it. The clacky-bug gave a snap of it's fan-like green wings back at him and flitted into the grasses.
"Nuh-uh," Wolfkit purred, rolling onto his paws and inching towards where his little friend had disappeared. He spotted it resting on a blade, and he pounced. His forepaws landed in an arc over the clacky-bug. "Gotcha!" he purred, lashing his little tail.
The insect gave an indignant clack of it's wings, and soared out back into the open, rising above the grass. "Alright then," Wolfkit hummed as it began to fly away. "Bye, little friend!" He smiled after it, content with their play session.
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"Playing pretend?" a melodic voice purred.
Wolfkit bristled and jumped at the sudden noise. He spun around to see Bluebreeze, one of the warriors, step through the grasses, bending them out of the way with her shoulders.
"Oh, sorry to frighten you, little one," she mewed, crouching down to his level, her green eyes going soft. "I just noticed some movement in this grass and decided to investigate."
Wolfkit let his fur lie flat and traced a paw on the ground, before deciding to approach. "Just me," he mewed uncertaintly.
"Yes, but how come you're playing by yourself?" Bluebreeze asked, tilting her head slightly as she assumed the loaf position. Wolfkit gave her a little shrug.
"I like being by myself," he said softly, sitting down in front of her. "It's quiet, and peaceful." He looked around at the gently swaying tips of the grass that surrounded them. Maybe a bit lonely.
