The sun’s rays pelted down on the small kitten as they slept. With a yawn, the small feline rolled over, and blinked a couple times. The sandy floor of the nursery provided a comfortable nest for Lemongrasskit, and they relished in its comfort whilst still in the realms of sleep. As the glowing ball in the sky moved higher, slowly, the beams of light shone more persistently. The young kit could feel his dream slip away, as the morning finally woke the drowsing kit. Rubbing his eyes and stretching, Lemongrass yawned, and rotated around to see if his littermates had risen as well. His lilac fur glinted in the light, and he peered around his mother, attempting to sneak quietly, so as not to wake his mother. As he crept, he became a little too invested in the cool markings on the nursery roof, and forgot to watch where he was placing his paws. “Ow!” Yelped Lem, as he tripped over his mother’s paws, stirring her. He sat up, a little awkwardly. “Sorry Honeypool…” he blushed, a little sheepish. “I didn’t mean to…” He looked down at his own thick paws, slightly embarrassed. His paws were just like his parent, yet how was he so clumsy! He just couldn’t seem to walk in a straight line! His mama was so elegant, and she could walk perfectly fine! After a slight exasperated shake of his mother’s head, more in amusement than irritation, the eager kit bounded off, in search of cats to play with. Ducking under the vine covered entrance that separated the nursery from the rest of the camp, he paused. Intaking the salty sea air, Lemongrasskit grinned. He was a Beachclan cat. The best clan ever! He didn’t know why Larkclan cats think they’re so special, they’d obviously never been here. The swaying grass, with the distant waves, lapping, and always in constant movement. The sway of the breeze, and the salty air. Lem was in no doubt that here was the best place in the entire world. Shaking from his moment of wonder, he bounded off to search for his siblings. His run was a little clumsy, and his legs went in all directions, but although he wasn’t fast, it felt nice all the same. His apricot eyes darted, and holding his small, slightly snubbed nose to the air, he sniffed. Ears perked, he tried to distinguish Cottonwoodkit, Sandpiperkit and Primrosekit from the others. With an awed breath, he took in the sheet scale of the clan. Wow! Beachclan was massive! As he peered; stood in what was meant to be a heroic stance on top of a mound; he noticed three glints of fur. With a small twitch of an upright tail, Lemongrass’s eyes widened, looking even more prominently peach than before. He grinned. “Hey Piper! Prim! Cotton! Over here!” With a smile, and a wave of the tail, he set of down the mound, attempting a sprint. The wind rushed through his whiskers, and he felt a sense of pride. However, it was short-lived. Paw getting stuck down a rabbit hole, he felt the familiar jolt as he tumbled head over heels, and rolled down the mound. ‘Mouse dung!’ He thought as he spun faster and faster, feeling the world quake around him. Eventually, he skidded to a stop. Gingerly, and disoriented, he picked himself up. The lilac kitten looked around, dizzy, then a purr formed in his mew. “Oh, hi guys!” He mewed in excitement. Stood in front of him were three very familiar kittens. He hugged his siblings. “Good morning! Nice to see you!” He chirped, voice happy, but polite. He laughed along with his littermates, and as the sun rose higher, the large-pawed, starry eyed Beachclan kit ran around, acting as ‘hunter’ in their game, all the while giggling with laughter at the humour of it all. Finally reunited with his siblings, Lemongrasskit bounded around in the new-leaf light, content, and joyful. As he should be.
I’m not sure what the camp looks like, nor Honeypool’s personality, so I had to guess.
