The little white molly, stared into the dark entrance of Bumblestar's den her pelt prickling. "Yeah she could..."Maybe they should have stayed by the elder's den. They couldn't rip kit's heads off. It wasn't allowed! She heard Goldenkit say he was turning back and she whipped around. "Ok!" She raced after him and swatted at his ear. "Last one there's a rotten mouse!" She bolted for the nursery, even though she could feel her chest heaving. She knew as soon as they got to the nursery both kittens would be out. This game was too much fun! I don't want it to end! She tipped her head up and let her whiskers get caught in the wind. This had been the bestest day ever!
GoldenKit
~Post-30~
{A small golden kit with white freckles and gentle green eyes}
GoldenKit tumbled over his paws to chase after her. He wasn't going to lose this race. he bounded across the clearing back to the nursery. His paws couldn't stop fast enough, and he ran straight into the side of the nursery. He blinked his nose hurting. There wasn't even a small dent in the wall. "who got back first?" His head whipped around to see SlugKit. He couldn't tell who had won. The golden kit's paws felt heavy, and he was about ready to sleep. He yawned and shuffled his paws into the den.
There was a lot that Hollowpaw still needed to learn and a lot that he still needed to say. Everything in ThunderClan's territory, for instance, he had yet to see. Unsurprising, considering he was only just apprenticed... and then immediately shoved into a different role in the clan. It was an interesting position to be in, that was true, but one Hollowpaw was grateful for - if only that it was a stepping stone on his journey to becoming king of the forest. Tonight, as the sun was going down, he was antsy enough to request a quick trip through the territory. The weather was much cooler at night, anyway, so there was no risk of overheating as the two apprentices currently within the medicine den had done.
Much of ThunderClan seems to have started going to bed for the night or taken up posts at the camp's entrance to stand guard, so his choice in escorts would be limited, it seems. That wasn't a problem, he'd just grab the first two warriors who looked to be even a little bit awake right now.
"Laurelfrost, Sproutfleck," he calls to the two felines, getting their attention, "it's getting late, but I wanted to ask if you'd be willing to take me into the territory, maybe to the Cove, or something. I want to get started on learning the forest." They're free to say no, of course, but Hollowpaw would just find someone else to take him if either cat refused.
Re: ThunderClan Clearing
