Post by Midnightstar on Sept 11, 2008 18:57:15 GMT -5
Wolfkit paced restlessly at the edge of the camp, being enfined in its thick stone walls. He gave a small grunt and narrowed him eyes. He was just over 6 moons, and was easily ready to become an apprentice, but there hadn't been any mentors to train the young tom. His aunt Stormflower had raised the kit, for his father had told his that his real mother was a beautiful young she-cat, whom was in a different clan. He had told him many stories of her, but of course, he was too young to go to gatherings and meet her. The biggest mystery to him was why Mapleclaw had made Wolfkit promise to keep it a secret.
Shaking his head he clawed at clumps of dead leaves and grass in the clearing, glaring at the earth. He couldn't take being kept him much longer.
Tigerkit scoffed as he narrowed his amber eyes at Wolfkit. Wolfkit was only two and a half moons older than he, but was much taller and muscular. He noticed how much his form resembled Wolfkit's father-Mapleclaw. He gave a smirk and padded over, meweing scornfully, "What are you doing mange-fur?"
Wolfkit swung his head around to the kit, snarling.
"What did you call me?" He dared, towering over the tom with little round beady eyes. He unsheathed his claws, his lips curled back with a deep growl in his throat. Like his father, he would never let any cat get away with teasing him-at least not without a clump of fur missing from their fur.
Tigerkit scornfully glared at the tom, daring him to attack. He slipped under the toms paws, his small frame slithering underneath him.
Wolfkit was very quick-witted and let his paws slip from underneath him, landing hard of Tigerkit.
Tigerkit gave a loud squeak and gasp and kicked unontrollably as Wolfkit sat on him, his breath knocked out.
"Last time you mess with me fox-dung!" He hissed, jumping to his paws and clawing at Tigerkit's scruff, feeling his claws deeping in the kits skin. Suddenly he felt his shoulders being clenched, and himself being thrown about a fox-length across the clearing. He landed with a thump and scrambled to his paws, hissing and lashing his small claws.
Mapleclaw twisted and turned to avoid his son's lashing claws until he had a firm grip against Wolfkit's muzzle, shoving it into the dirt.
"Wolfkit!" He snarled. "What do you think your doing?" The tom's amber eyes seemed to burn into Wolfkit.
Wolfkit yanked his muzzle free and shook himself hissing. "That mouse-brained kit made fun of me!"
Shaking his head he clawed at clumps of dead leaves and grass in the clearing, glaring at the earth. He couldn't take being kept him much longer.
Tigerkit scoffed as he narrowed his amber eyes at Wolfkit. Wolfkit was only two and a half moons older than he, but was much taller and muscular. He noticed how much his form resembled Wolfkit's father-Mapleclaw. He gave a smirk and padded over, meweing scornfully, "What are you doing mange-fur?"
Wolfkit swung his head around to the kit, snarling.
"What did you call me?" He dared, towering over the tom with little round beady eyes. He unsheathed his claws, his lips curled back with a deep growl in his throat. Like his father, he would never let any cat get away with teasing him-at least not without a clump of fur missing from their fur.
Tigerkit scornfully glared at the tom, daring him to attack. He slipped under the toms paws, his small frame slithering underneath him.
Wolfkit was very quick-witted and let his paws slip from underneath him, landing hard of Tigerkit.
Tigerkit gave a loud squeak and gasp and kicked unontrollably as Wolfkit sat on him, his breath knocked out.
"Last time you mess with me fox-dung!" He hissed, jumping to his paws and clawing at Tigerkit's scruff, feeling his claws deeping in the kits skin. Suddenly he felt his shoulders being clenched, and himself being thrown about a fox-length across the clearing. He landed with a thump and scrambled to his paws, hissing and lashing his small claws.
Mapleclaw twisted and turned to avoid his son's lashing claws until he had a firm grip against Wolfkit's muzzle, shoving it into the dirt.
"Wolfkit!" He snarled. "What do you think your doing?" The tom's amber eyes seemed to burn into Wolfkit.
Wolfkit yanked his muzzle free and shook himself hissing. "That mouse-brained kit made fun of me!"
