(warrior cATS) * = thinking Emberkit woke with a start, a shiver went down her spine. *That nightmare again*. It was the third night in a row she'd had it. She yawned and shook a scrap of moss off of her fur. *Stupid thorny pelt, always sticking to things! Why can't I have a pelt like my mother?* Long and soft like feathers, giving her name, Robinpelt. Maybe her fur would grow soft, she was only 3 moons old after all. But she was already bigger than all of the other kits, even the ones who were 5 moons old. Emberkit padded out into the clearing, she spotted her father Nightshade organizing the patrols. He wasn't the deputy, but he may as well have. The leader, Crowstar, had always had a preference for him, but didn't pick him as deputy for some reason, the real deputy was Heronfall, a very pretty she-cat. She was soon going to give birth to Crowstar's kits so that may be the reason for Nightshade doing the patrols. Emberkit padded up to her father. She's always had a disliking for him but she didn't show it. "Hello, father." She dipped her head respectfully. He's always said, "kits should always treat warriors with respect." Which was stupid she found. He also believed in "StarClan", and so did every other cat, which she also found stupid. Dead cats in the sky? Old kit tales were what they were. so das a little taste,,, if you want more I can give it :D
