Cicadakit
| He/him | 2 moons | @Starfall
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Cicadakit was being bad, or at least he assumed so. He lay at the top peak of the stormcrest, laying low and flat and peeking over the edge at the clearing below. He assumed nobody could see him if he stayed down, as if he didn't stick out like a sore thumb with his bright white and orange fur contrasting the dull gray-brown stone. Was he allowed up there? Probably not. Did he climb up there anyway? Of course. He was in a mischievous mood
and bored which equaled no good for this young kit.
Besides, he needed a clear view of the entire camp and there was nowhere better than up high. It'd be easier to spot his dad up there when he eventually came back from whatever he was doing.
Once at the top, he realized he quite enjoyed it up there, feeling closer to the sky. The view was fantastic if you weren't afraid of heights, and he was a Thunderclan cat: he was meant to climb! The stone was even slightly warmer than the ground, the darker color of it soaking up more heat from the sun. It was just... nice.
A familiar flash of fur caught his eye below, just happening to wander into earshot. One of his siblings! "Pst, hey" He whispered down at them. "Look up here. Come check this out."
Creepy-crawlies [p]
