Sorrelkit
Female | Rogue Kit | Camp | Tags: Twiggy, Russetpaw, Ashpaw
Sorrelkit had been watching the clan since Twiggy joined. The wueen made it sound so nice, much better than scavenging from twolegs. But now all she could see was fighting. Her eyes grow round at the sight, and she backed deeper under the bush she was hiding under. A small whimper escapes her jaws every time one lands a blow on one of the cats. She crouches lower into the branches as a young fox, barely more than a pup pads by her. Shock jolts her out of her stupor as she realizes what's in the foxes path Its heading to the nursery! Determination replaces her fear, fueling her. Twiggy! The brown queen was Sorrelkit's friend, as they had met in the forest during one of Twiggy's walks, and Twiggy had shared a vole with her.
The kit races after the fox, snapping at it's long, soft tail. The beast turns, saliva dripping from his jaws. Sorrelkit suddenly regrets her actions. The fox snarls, biting at her shoulder. The kit wails. Her small claws dig into the foxes sensative nose. She didn't cut deep, but it was long, and would be painful for a long time. It dropped Sorrelkit with an unceremonious plop as it hissed in outrage.
She races behind the nursery, wedging herself between the wall and the barrier. The fox tries to snatch her out again, but his muzzle is too big. Being a young fox, he thinks pulling her out with a paw would be a good idea, but he only recieves a pad full of brambles. The fox growled, getting bored of this game. He turned and padded back to the battle, limping slightly from the brambles. Sorrelkit sighed in relief as it left her, but worry overtook her as she realized it could go back to the nursery. She noticed Russetpaw and Ashpaw guarding the entrance, and silently thanked the two older cats.
((sorry for such a long post, I tend to start writing huge things during dramatic scenes

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