Waking Kits

[Yoko]

[glow=black,2,300]A rustling sound. One of the kits, struggling into the clearing.

Skunk-kit awoke in a haze. His vision was blurry. His body was sluggish and throbbing all over. He was pressed to the warm side of Tanglefang, who apparently had not awoken in time to push him away. Despite his intense dislike of her familiar scent (she did not stink, but he associated bad things with her scent), he pressed closer to her to shake off the chilliness of morning. He did not want to move, and in fact, he could not if he so wished to. At least he was not bleeding...He recalled once awaking, sticky with blood and a sting in his side. Training with Tanglefang had gone awry that night and for the first time, he had been scent to the Medicine Cat den. He was two and a half moons old then.

StarClan curse my mother... he thought, tired and bitter as he curled closer to her for warmth.[/glow]

[hedgie]

Otterkit ran back into the nursery, not entirely sure of why he'd come in. It wasn't like there was anything to keep him busy in there, so why had he come?Well, maybe he could find a plaything, like a ball of moss or a feather or some odd little nic-nac that would keep him and Rabbitkit entertained until Cindertail and Leopardfang and the rest of the patrol returned, hopefully with some new friends. The little brown tom had stated to run, excited by the idea, when he tripped.It sent him tumbling through the nursery, with nothing to stop him until he hit a soft body hard, causing him to stop on his back, legs in the air. He struggled around, amber-brown eyes fixing on the form that had stopped him.

Tanglefang!

"Oh no.' He gasped, flipping himself over as fast as his body would allow, running and scrabbling as soon as his paws hit the forest floor. No bother apologizing. He just had to run, and run fast.

Get away, get away.