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Post by ~Spring~ on Jun 8, 2010 18:20:08 GMT -5
It was a lonely night, a night that gave off a rare feeling. It was a feeling that had been absent from the clans for a while, a feeling of order and peace. However temporary it was, it was a welcome change for a young cat. He was sick of the tension that he even felt at camp, a tension that felt as if it would burst at any moment. He was sick of not even knowing anything about himself. Sandkit had no parents in WindClan, he had no idea if they were even alive. But that's not what bothered him the most.
Looking out onto the windswept plains, little Sandkit was spellbound by the sight in front of him. It almost seemed unreal, like a fantasy or a dream that he would be sad to wake up from. The night was so beautiful. At this point, he didn't even care that he wasn't in camp. Few cats ever even acknowledged his presence in the clan. The strange thing was, they seemed to know more about where Sandkit came from than he did. A howling wind swept over the moor, and Sandkit shook his head, no longer focused on the peaceful evening.
His thoughts wandered back and forth, from wondering about what clan he actually really came from, to wondering about how he could become a warrior. Sandkit frowned a bit when he looked at his useless leg, thinking that it would keep him from being able to hunt on the moor. He was filled with envy when he watched the other cats run so fast, chasing after prey, feeling the thrill of the hunt. That was what Sandkit wanted the most, to run fast and run far. |
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Post by Swimfast on Jul 19, 2010 9:15:12 GMT -5
Lightsky silently padded over to the small shape outlined against the sky, and twitched her ears in amusement, Sandkit is so young, yet he always seems to be troubled...
She sat next to him, "Hello, Sandkit," she murmured softly.
Lightsky blinked, and gently flicked her tail against the kit, "What are you doing out here at this time, all alone?"
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