Post by Oak-kit on Mar 4, 2013 15:08:08 GMT -5
Oak-kit slid forward. His imagination was strong and running fast. As far as the large brown tabby kit was concerned, he was deep in ThunderClan's territory, which he sort of was, technically, but that's beside the point. Oak-kit imagined himself in ThunderClan's territory in greenleaf, following a plump mouse that would soon be on ThunderClan's fresh-kill pile. The tom licked his lips, watching through his narrowed kit-blue eyes. His claws slid out of their sheathes, and he prepared to pounce.
Oak-kit pounced. On moss, that is. Back into reality, Oak-kit let out a heavy sigh. He was bored. He didn't even know if there were any other kits in ThunderClan! The brown tabby kitten licked a paw and swiped it over his face. His belly rumbled. No cat had come in with prey yet that day. "Anyone out there?" Oak-kit called desperately. He was both bored and hungry, and that wasn't a good combination for a kit.
Oak-kit pounced. On moss, that is. Back into reality, Oak-kit let out a heavy sigh. He was bored. He didn't even know if there were any other kits in ThunderClan! The brown tabby kitten licked a paw and swiped it over his face. His belly rumbled. No cat had come in with prey yet that day. "Anyone out there?" Oak-kit called desperately. He was both bored and hungry, and that wasn't a good combination for a kit.