Post by Marly on May 26, 2006 15:49:22 GMT -5
The young she-kit was bound tight of energy. Today she had planned her big adventure out into the REAL wild, not just the camp! She was going all out on her own today! Russetkit took a few paces forward, her beautiful cream pelt shown lovely in the sunlight. The she-kit's eyes darted from side to side, no cats to stop her today. She happilly bounded across camp and down the trail, in search for her mighty adventure!
The small kit knew it was dangerous going out on her own, though to her, that was what made it fun, other then being in Rougeclan. She took a deep breath, taking in the scents around her, one scent in particular that she didn't quite know, many of them smelled of crowfood, but one...just one stood out, as for a kit, she didn't know what it was, but she knew it was fresh, her heart soared as she wondered if it was prey! Her mind not thinking if it was safe or not. She followed her nose, tracking the scent through the ferns of the forest. Her light gray paws carried her to a den. The she-kit sat down, wondering wheather or not to investigate. Before long, curiousity got the best of her, poking her head in, she could see a pair of golden eyes staring back at her, startled, the kit let out a shrill cry. Turning back as fast as she could, though the she could hear the creature following her. Russetkit broke into a harsh run, tiny paws carring her small body as fast as they could back to home. She imedietly regretted her great adventure she had been planning for so long. Through breaths she let out helpless mews of distress.
The ivory kitten craned her neck, hoping she had gained some speed ahead of her chaser. She could see the large clumsy creature, black and white, long claws, racing after her, less then a foxtail away! The small kit tried to run faster, but she knew she couldn't, she was alrady out of breath. Her champange body was nearing camp, hope was in her eyes. Russetkit shrieked in pain as she felt a sharp pang shoot up her left thigh, the badger had a good grip of her in his talons, and with a mighty fling, she was tossed against a tree. She let out the loudest possible mew, before withering in pain, blood seeped from her skull, and back haunches, where badger marks had been left. Soon all was quiet, the tiny kit knocked out.
(she's not dead...just unconsious, she needs immediet help...)
The small kit knew it was dangerous going out on her own, though to her, that was what made it fun, other then being in Rougeclan. She took a deep breath, taking in the scents around her, one scent in particular that she didn't quite know, many of them smelled of crowfood, but one...just one stood out, as for a kit, she didn't know what it was, but she knew it was fresh, her heart soared as she wondered if it was prey! Her mind not thinking if it was safe or not. She followed her nose, tracking the scent through the ferns of the forest. Her light gray paws carried her to a den. The she-kit sat down, wondering wheather or not to investigate. Before long, curiousity got the best of her, poking her head in, she could see a pair of golden eyes staring back at her, startled, the kit let out a shrill cry. Turning back as fast as she could, though the she could hear the creature following her. Russetkit broke into a harsh run, tiny paws carring her small body as fast as they could back to home. She imedietly regretted her great adventure she had been planning for so long. Through breaths she let out helpless mews of distress.
The ivory kitten craned her neck, hoping she had gained some speed ahead of her chaser. She could see the large clumsy creature, black and white, long claws, racing after her, less then a foxtail away! The small kit tried to run faster, but she knew she couldn't, she was alrady out of breath. Her champange body was nearing camp, hope was in her eyes. Russetkit shrieked in pain as she felt a sharp pang shoot up her left thigh, the badger had a good grip of her in his talons, and with a mighty fling, she was tossed against a tree. She let out the loudest possible mew, before withering in pain, blood seeped from her skull, and back haunches, where badger marks had been left. Soon all was quiet, the tiny kit knocked out.
(she's not dead...just unconsious, she needs immediet help...)