Taste of Fresh Air [Open]

[Tiny]

Just a few more pawsteps and she had made it…she could taste it now. Rabbitkit was so close to being out of the nursery for the first time in her two moons of life. The little kit was so bored, all her mother and bigger siblings did was smother her. She couldn’t play with the bigger kits (she was too little), she couldn’t pounce on her siblings (they were scared they would hurt her because she was too little), and she couldn’t go out of the nursery (she was too little and sickly). The common part of their reasoning was that she was too little. But Rabbitkit didn’t believe that at all. She was just as big as her siblings, wasn’t she? She only had to look up at them some of the…..well most of the time. But as her luck would have it she was quickly grabbed by the scruff and dragged away from the entrance of the nursery.


”Ookid! Fafs no aiw!”

[/color] Came the complaints from the tiny brown tabby kitten as she looked at her big brother. Sootkit was being mean again and not letting her have fun. Her brother just sighed and placed her back in the nest. He had been left in charge when their mother had decided to stretch her legs and go hunting. And Rabbitkit knew she was going to go crazy soon.


The moment Sootkit became distracted by one of her other siblings, the tiny kit bounded the other way and out of the nursery. She let out a delighted mewl at her success. Her golden eyes were wide as she scanned her surroundings. Everything looked so different out here. She found herself bouncing up and down in excitement, completely forgetting about the cold that she had or anything else. Sure she was the new kit in the clan and her mother kept her isolated…seriously only her parents and siblings and the medicine cat were allowed near her, and occasionally the leader or deputy. Her mother didn’t want any of the other warriors or apprentices to contaminate her. Rabbitkit thought this was silly. But now she had a taste of what it was like outside.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

Translations: “Ookid! Fafs no aiw!” = “Sootkit, that’s not fair!”