Post by Frostkit on Jun 4, 2014 11:17:38 GMT -5
the frost bites
when you least expect
the p a i n
There are several things that could go wrong on a day as beautiful as this one. Injuries, sudden disasters, illness. None of which Frostkit could help with so why concern herself? She sighed airily as she slipped out of the nursery, alone. Her sister was still snoozing and she was quickly growing bored. Mink-kit would sleep all day if she could, under the pretense of it being 'beauty sleep', assuming anyone believed she actually needed it. Frostkit, though, had other things to do.
She glanced around the camp with her cool stare, eying every cat in sight carefully. All of them seemed well enough. A slight flick flowed down Frostkit's tail in the most elegant way. She didn't see Palecloud, the medicine cat, about anywhere. That was who she really wished to see.
Since she was little (well, smaller than at the moment), Frostkit had found Palecloud simply the most interesting cat to talk to. She enjoyed learning about his work, and honestly, held a great interest in it. Only, it seemed he was out more often than not lately. Probably because the summer had brought back all his herbs and he had to restore his stocks.
Casually, the she-kit padded over to the medicine cat's den and peeked in. Sure enough, nobody was within sight. A soft grunt of annoyance escaped her before she turned and padded off toward the fresh kill pile. She supposed she'd have to eat first. Maybe Palecloud would return soon.
Carefully the young cat picked out a smallish piece of prey; a measlybird someone apprentice had managed to catch, probably. There wasn't a ton of meat on it, but Frostkit wasn't particularly hungry. She sat alone, as she always did when Mink-kit wasn't around, and began to idly munch on her prey, eyes trained on the camp entrance.
