Moonkit (she/her)
Black calico with half face ginger and amber eyes
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Moonkit was tired of everything. The sick nest full of coughing cats, the absence of her mother, the lack of food. Even Pinekit seemed to have forgotten her now. She was almost 6 moons old, but would that change anything? She was sure it wouldn't.
She knew perfectly well that Shadowclan neglected their apprentices. Mentors who didn't show up, apprentices who disappeared... everything was a chaos. The world was chaos. So why should she still follow silly rules?
Now, in the heart of the night, the young she-cat slid out of camp through the dirt tunnel and under the dim light of a narrow slice of moon.
Her heart thumped heard in her tight, skinny chest. She was still hungry, and was curious to see what she would find out there in the night. What Shadowclan territory looked like.
The icy ground made her tremble, but she walked slowly through the marshland with cautious movements. Everything was quiet except for the call of a single, distant owl. A shiver run through her spine as she wondered if owls could catch cats.
...What a mouse-brain idea! Of course a stupid bird wouldn't be able to win against a warrior.
A pond reflected the blue moonlight and the black sky like a mirror, but then the surface was broken by a tiny, black shape jumping high and then plunging back into the water.
"A frog!" Finally, something exciting!
She crouched down and stared into the dark, muddy water. As another one jumped onto the shore, she leaped and tried to land on it with her paws, but the creature had already leaped back into the pool of water.
Moonkit kept on playing with frogs, moths and other tiny creatures as the night went on. As dawn approached, she tried to retrace her steps and find her way back home, but she couldn't orientate herself among the scents of the forest. Then, she noticed paw-steps printed on the mud from the evening before. These would lead her back to camp.
Proud filled her chest as she realized that she had just spent her first night out alone, and now she was coming back. She hadn't needed
anyone.
Maybe, there was still some purpose for her out of here.
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