Post by Burningwing on Jun 26, 2007 15:34:09 GMT -5
The day was cold and bitter, and a young kit was bored of lying inside the nursery as the others tumbled together and laughed and played. The wind rushed right through his soft black pelt, and he felt he would never escape from the horrible prison that held him captive.
Then, it dawned on him. No one actually stopped him from going outside, so why would he think they would just appear and blabber in his face? And off he went, out the prickly gorse entrance and into the bright, nurturing sun, the wind felt almost unnoticeable. Of course, he went strait to the medicine cat den, the smell of herbs and ferns refreshing him, and he skidded over the gravely dirt into the huge yawning den.
His claws sheathed and unsheathed nervously, for he might be caught and punished, though he didn't want it to come to that he might have to actually use his long, razor sharp claws that seemed to grow before his body did. But he couldn't resist the sweet smell of catmint and goldenrod, and padded cautiously through the rows of dry herbs bundled up in rolls.
Then, it dawned on him. No one actually stopped him from going outside, so why would he think they would just appear and blabber in his face? And off he went, out the prickly gorse entrance and into the bright, nurturing sun, the wind felt almost unnoticeable. Of course, he went strait to the medicine cat den, the smell of herbs and ferns refreshing him, and he skidded over the gravely dirt into the huge yawning den.
His claws sheathed and unsheathed nervously, for he might be caught and punished, though he didn't want it to come to that he might have to actually use his long, razor sharp claws that seemed to grow before his body did. But he couldn't resist the sweet smell of catmint and goldenrod, and padded cautiously through the rows of dry herbs bundled up in rolls.
