Username: Strawberry Milk
Cat Name: Pearpelt
Gender: Molly
Rank: Warrior
Age: 24 moons
Clan: Graniteclan
Prompt: (1000 words max)
Extra: (+750 words OR +1 art piece)



TheSongOfTheStars wrote:Username: TheSongOfTheStars
Cat Name: Whisperstorm
Gender: female
Rank: warrior
Age: 8 moons
Clan: Songclan
Prompt:
1,362 words
The structure was far beyond any limit the kit was supposed to wander: out of the nursery, past the camp boundaries, beneath the clawing bare fingers of the dead oak tree, and over the stream via the fallen log covered in moss.
But Whisperkit felt not an ounce of guilt as she stared up at the strange sqaure mountain in front of her. Kits like her didn't come with guilt built in, life hammers i into them through painful experiance.
The same goes for fear and Whisperkit felt none of that either as she went tripping over her own velvet paws up the front steps. The cut wood was strange under her feet, but not bad and when she reached the porch she set about exploring the wide flat area.
It wasn't long before she noticed an odd creaking sound and after tracking it to the sound, she was driven wild with curiousity with the strange bow shaped object that rocked back and forth gently. WHAT WAS IT.
"Hello little stranger," a soft, aged voice rumbled from the other side of the rocking wood "Where's your mother?"
Whisperkit toddled over to the voice and found an old black Labrador, her muzzle sprinkled with white. The dog smiled at her, limp ears perked slightly.
"Mother's back in the woods," Whiskerkit replied honestly "I came here all by myself."
"Long journey for one so small, I hope you're planning to stay a bit and keep an old dog company."
"Well of course," Whisperkit agreed and sat down. She spent the rest of the afternoon chatting with the dog, who's name she learned, was Millie.
Sometime, when the light was beginning to fade the creaking beside them stopped and Whisperkit felt something run along her back. She tensed.
"Don't scratch my human please, dear," Millie said quickly "She won't hurt you and its been ever so long since we've had a cat and she does so miss that old calico."
Whisperkit didn't scratch and actually the human's touch wasn't so bad.
"You should probably be getting home, kitten," Millie said, after her human rose from the rocking chair with a heavy sigh. Whisperkit couldn't argue.
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