by MicFox » Thu Aug 14, 2014 10:13 am
(Thanks, sorry I'm just eager to roleplay....O.o)
Driftkit climbed out of her nest and blinked her eyes. The light filtered through the mossy curtain and over her nose. She sneezed. "Would you keep quiet, some cats are trying to sleep!" Coalkit meowed, grumpily.
"Sorry, Coalkit, the sun tickled my nose. Heh." She said, shyly.
"Mousebrain.." he muttered. "I wonder what's his problem..."she thought. When Coalkit was born, his mother had died from bood-loss, but that was three moons ago. She shook her head and padded outside.
Coalkit looked around for the sound that woke him. He narrowed his eyes at Driftkit. "Keep quiet, some cats are trying to sleep!" He meowed darkly. He saw her flinch and regretted his words instantly. She left and Coalkit sighed. "Mousebrain..." he told himself. "I'm never going to make any friends...and I need them. I'm so alone." Tears flooded his eyes and he wiped them away quickly. He stood up and padded out after Driftkit.
Driftkit jumped up at a moth that fluttered above her head. "Gotcha!" she meowed triumphantly. She turned as Coalkit came out chuckling. "What!?" she stared at him.
"Nothing.." he laughed. Driftkit smiled."We'll see who's laughing next." She crouched low and pounced. He let out a gasp of suprise. Now it was Driftkit's turn to laugh. She fell off of him, in a laughing fit.
"Oh yeah?" He pounced pawing at her belly, making her laugh harder. She stared kicking at him. "Oof!" he gasped as she kicked him in the stomach. Driftkit stopped laughing and sat up. "Ha, sorry..."
"It's fine..." Coalkit meowed and padded closer to Driftkit. He looked in her green eyes and a chill went through her body. "Driftkit?..."
Her body tensed slightly. "Yes?" She looked at him with longing.
"Nothing.." He padded back into the nursery.
Driftkit sighed and lowered her tail. Her eyes reflected her disappointment. Driftkit's mind kept flashing to his firey amber eyes and her heart fluttered. "You can't like him! You're only a kit!" she thought. Driftkit looked around and padded over to freshkill pile.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset.