Post by burnstar on May 1, 2016 3:02:16 GMT 8
Quietkit rolled out of her nest and got up gracefully to her paws/ Her ears flicked and twitched, picking up all the slight noises and bustle of clan life. Her ears flattened all the noise. Why did cats have to be so noisy. She groaned inwardly, and slipped silently out of the den, her paws barely disturbing the ground and not making so much a whisper as she padded into harsh, glaring sunlight shining into the clan camp. Quietkit watched as warriors and apprentices went about their normal duties and the kit was tempted to go back inside and wait out all the noise. She slipped between her clanmates like a shadow, barely noticeable. She made her way through the clearing, pelt barely kept from bristling at all the noise; it hurt her ears. She wanted to growl at all the noisy cats, but no sound would, or could come. Instead she stopped at the freshkill pile and settled down to eat, curling her tail around her paws as she bit into a juicy thrush. She spat out the annoying feathers, her eyes keeping a wary watch on all the cats around her. She wanted to make sure any no one would disturb her with their loud voices. She was so content watching in front of her, even she missed someone approaching her from behind. Her ears flicked back at the last second picking up on the tiny noise of pawsteps and she whirled around quickly, ears pressed to her head and lips peeled back protectively, not knowing who she would find trying to sneak up on her; trying being the key word.
