New Things Everyday. [SHINY.]
Jan 2, 2014 19:37:44 GMT -8
Jan 2, 2014 19:37:44 GMT -8
sparrowkit
dying of laughter
Sparrowkit was in an okay mood, he guessed.
The sun was shining, at least as much as it did in leaf-bare, it didn’t seem to change the coldness of the weather, and a breeze tore though Sparrowkit’s short fur. He shivered but refused to allow it to deter him. He was a leader’s son, gosh darn it! He could handle just about anything if he wanted. And, he wanted everything.
Technically speaking, Sparrowkit did in fact want a lot of things. He was a kit, so he wanted his mother’s attention, her love and care, and he wanted the familiar company of his sister and brother tussling around next to him as he rested against the form which was Clovercloud. However, none of these cats were with him at the moment. He was alone, had ventured away, if only a little ways, again. He was still inside the nursery, ‘the nursery’ being the general area of wherever the queens of WindClan chose to make their place at any particular moment with their little ones in tow. He was on the edge. He liked that thought.
Tail and spine straight with his own self-confidence, Sparrowkit looked around the camp, observing everyone whom could be observed. He could hear them nearby, but he was ever the adventurer, and he wanted nothing to do with them. They were boring. They were things he saw everyday. He wanted to meet someone new.
The sun was shining, at least as much as it did in leaf-bare, it didn’t seem to change the coldness of the weather, and a breeze tore though Sparrowkit’s short fur. He shivered but refused to allow it to deter him. He was a leader’s son, gosh darn it! He could handle just about anything if he wanted. And, he wanted everything.
Technically speaking, Sparrowkit did in fact want a lot of things. He was a kit, so he wanted his mother’s attention, her love and care, and he wanted the familiar company of his sister and brother tussling around next to him as he rested against the form which was Clovercloud. However, none of these cats were with him at the moment. He was alone, had ventured away, if only a little ways, again. He was still inside the nursery, ‘the nursery’ being the general area of wherever the queens of WindClan chose to make their place at any particular moment with their little ones in tow. He was on the edge. He liked that thought.
Tail and spine straight with his own self-confidence, Sparrowkit looked around the camp, observing everyone whom could be observed. He could hear them nearby, but he was ever the adventurer, and he wanted nothing to do with them. They were boring. They were things he saw everyday. He wanted to meet someone new.
