Gingerkit gazed up at her mother with large, round emerald eyes. "Pleeease?" she mewed hopefully. "Please let me explore the camp! And Smallkit can come with me and Lionkit!" Thrushtail snorted. "Smallkit can't come with you until she's opened he eyes. until then, she's too young."
"Fine then." Gingerkit moaned. "Just me and Lionkit."
Thrushtail lifed her eyes to Dovenose. "What do you think?" she asked her denmate. "Is Lionkit old enough to explore the camp?"
Dovenose considered, then nodded. "Let them out, if only so we get some peace and quiet." Gingerkit let out a delighted purr and bounded out of the nursery, closely followed by Lionkit.
She blinked in the bright sunlight, then stared. She felt her jaw drop.
Beside her, Lionkit's eyes were as round as juniper berries.
"It's so big!" he squeaked. All Gingerkit could do was nod.
The Treeclan camp was set up in a furrow n the earth, with dens for the different classes of cats set around the edges. In the centre was a massive clearing where lots and lots of cats lay about, speaking or grooming each other.
Gingerkit turned to Lionkit. "Race you to find the senior's den!"
"You're on!" Lionkit replied, racing across the clearing and sticking his head inside a large tunnel made of ferns. An annoyed hiss sounded from inside and Lionkit backed out looking startled.
Gingerkit trotted off towards a den under a pile of rocks. Logic told her that the seniors den would be there, where the rocks would trap sunlight and stop the old cats' legs from getting stiff.
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Gingerkit
RomanceA young feral kitten, born and raised in Treeclan, looks all set to become the perfect warrior that her clan needs to protect them from seasons and rivalries. She has a mother, father, sister, and a best friend who hopes to someday be her mate. All...
