Sneaking Away

[☆ Y e l l o w ☆]

It was barely dawn, and Sandkit had already woken up. For the past few days she had slept in the nursery but spend most of her day as far from it as possible From spending time in the elders' den to hanging around watching patrols come and leave camp, to hanging around with any apprentices that would have her company, she tried to keep herself occupied. Mostly she was confused and conflicted, wanting to know what was going on and why she had to have a ShadowClan father and why her mother hadn't told her any of this earlier. It probably wasn't helping that she was avoiding her now, but it was the only thing the ginger kit could think to do.

Sandkit now approached the elders' den, hoping it wasn't too early and she wouldn't be waking them up. She paused by the entrance, looking in uncertainly to see if anyone inside was awake. If they weren't, she wouldn't want to wake them up because they would probably be grumpy and send her away anyway. Then she would have to find something else to do, which was hard so early in the morning. After a few seconds of just standing there, she stepped hesitantly into the den. "Leopardtail? Hello? Is anyone awake?" she whispered as quietly as she could, worrying that in fact she would wake one of the elders up and they wouldn't be happy.

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((Open for anyone, not just Leopardtail. x3))

[. s p o r e l e t t ♪]

Leopardtail had been sleeping peacefully in his nest, having the most wonderful dream. He was out on the moors chasing a rabbit. The skinny tom could almost feel the wind flying in his face, and could almost smell the rabbit as he closed in to make the final pounce. But a brush of wind tickled his ear, bringing with it a small, quiet voice. Leopardtail blinked into wakefulness to realize that Sandkit was standing inside the entrance of the den, looking around as if she was searching for someone. Yawning hugely, the black tom got to his paws and arched his back in a stretch. He was awake now; he might as well make himself comfortable.

"Hello, young Sandkit," he purred gently, careful not to wake the other residents of the den. Nightpelt would not be happy if her sleep was broken because they were talking too loudly. "What brings you to this corner of camp so early in the morning?" From the looks of it, it was barely dawn. He hadn't known that the little brown kit would be awake at this hour, let alone active enough to come and visit him. But then, Sandkit had always been precocious. It wouldn't have surprised him if she had crept into his den at moonhigh, so why should he be surprised now?

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[☆ Y e l l o w ☆]

Sandkit wasn't sure if Leopardtail had already been awake or if she had woken him up. It didn't matter much though, because he was already awake and he seemed to be in a good mood as usual. She traced her paw over the dusty ground, thinking of how to answer him. "I'm bored," she answered. He might have believed that, however Sandkit had made it no secret over the past day that she was not happy when she found out that Foxfur was her father, or that he and Rivermist still might be thinking of sending them all off to ShadowClan. "And I don't like being in the nursery," she added more truthfully. Whatever it took to stay away from Rivermist, she would do. It was like she believed that just avoiding her mother would make the problems go away. She didn't want to leave WindClan, she just wanted to forget that that day had happened.

[:c a i:]

"Sandkit?" Swiftkit arrived shortly after Sandkit in the elder's den. "There you are." He happily waved his tail at his sister, bounding over to join her beside Leopardtail. "Hi Leopardtail!" He seemed chirpier than he felt, however, since inside he felt slightly chilled. All down to the recent tumult caused by Rivermist and Foxfur. His father. Swiftkit shivered, and stubbornly pushed all thoughts of him out of his head. Truth be told, Swiftkit was afraid of all the talk of sending some of them to ShadowClan. He didn't know what was going to happen and he didn't want to leave WindClan, especially not to go and live with his stranger of a father. "I didn't want to be around when everyone else woke up." Swiftkit muttered by way of explanation.

[. s p o r e l e t t ♪]

Leopardtail beamed with cheerful indulgence at his two visitors. He wasn't mouse-brained; he could tell that they weren't here just because they enjoyed his company. Poor little scraps had a lot to worry about for kits their age, what with their mother making the decision to send them away to another Clan. The black tom wondered if Rivermist had told her kits what was happening yet, or if the worst was simply left to their imaginations. Either situation carried with it many unpleasantries. Unfortunately that was something that the elder could not remedy, but he could at least provide the two youngsters with a good time before the sun rose.

"You kits never had much respect for an elder's sleep, did you?" he yawned, twitching his long tail around to flick both kits on the nose. "Well, that's all right then. Neither did I; the other elders complain about it all the time. But I suppose we should be quiet, just the same." Scrutinizing the two kits with sharp golden eyes, the skinny tom smiled warmly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, then, what'll it be? Do you kits want to hear a story, or should we engage in a bout of pre-dawn mossball? I bet I can beat both of you, little mites that you are." The old tom disregarded his disadvantageous lack of agility, always up to the challenge of a good game despite his age. He suspected that it would one day be the death of him, but what was the point of living if you couldn't have fun?

[☆ Y e l l o w ☆]

"Hi Swiftkit," Sandkit greeted her brother as he came into the den after her. She was glad to have one of her littermates here, even if she did feel comfortable in the elders' den. Sandkit suddenly twitched back and a smile lit her face as the elder flicked her nose with his tail. She seemed to brighten up at the prospect of a mossball game. After everything that had happened the past few days, she could use something fun to distract her. Almost entirely forgetting about all the sleeping cats in the den, Sandkit crouched down and smirked at Leopardtail, already pawing at the moss in an attempt to roll some together into a ball. "Let's play mossball," she mewed, "And the winner can get the largest rabbit from the fresh-kill pile. Do you want to play too, Swifkit?"

[:c a i:]

Swiftkit grinned a cheeky grin as he answered his sister. "Sure! If you think you can keep up with the great Swiftkit, almighty mossball player of WindClan!" He puffed his chest out and bounded about on his toes before he started to help Sandkit make the ball. He already felt better here in the elders' den with Leopardtail and Sandkit. It made all the confusion and trouble back in the nursery seem miles away. A good game of mossball would help him to let out some of the frustration inside him anyway...

[Sydney]

To a blind cat all of the world looked the same. There was no difference between being asleep and being awake, all you saw was darkness anyway, and, there were no colors or looks to differentiate cats apart, only voices. Life was shrouded in constant darkness, a rather terrible thing, in truth.

But, Morningfrost never let the darkness bother her. She had never known what colors and the world had looked like in the past, all she ever knew was darkness. And so, the darkness became her friend. It didn't scare her like it scared kits, she welcomed it and was fine with it.

Sure, sometimes she wondered what seeing things would look like (It must be wonderful to see, she would think.) but, she never wished for life to be any different. Cats like her didn't deserve wishes.

So, instead, she just imagined what the world looked like. Once upon a time she relied on her sister's words but... But now, she had to rely on herself.

So, she imagined the world was filled with vibrant and beautiful colors, something Morningfrost wished she knew what looked like, and, the prettiest cats were the most vibrant of these colors. And, when she dreamed, Morningfrost saw what she imagined or, at least she thought she did, when you've never seen something before, it's hard to understand if what you're dreaming of is right or not.

Today though, Morningfrost did not dream.

Today Morningfrost's sleep was filled with the constant blackness she had grown accustom to. She felt no difference between the sleeping world and the moving world and, the only thing there to tell her she was not asleep was the soft murmuring of voices.

Cloudy eyes blinked once, then twice, and the tiny she-cat peered cautiously around the den, into darkness. She could hear Leopardtail's voice the most currently and, even farther to her left she could barely hear the voices of little kits.

At least, she thought it was kits anyway.

"Leopardtail..." She paused, her voice soft and uneasy. She was always nervous around others, especially those she did not know as well as she knew the other elders. She continued on though, turning her head towards the voices.

"Do we have visitors?"

With her head lolled sideways and, her eyes glazed over and staring into nothingness, she surely must have been a sight to see.

Not that she would ever see it, anyway.

[. s p o r e l e t t ♪]

Leopardtail smiled indulgently at Sandkit and Swiftkit, his golden eyes twinkling in the dim light of the den. "You two seem confident... Let's see if you can succeed in getting the better of me." Grinning impishly, he flicked out a paw and snagged the half-made mossball that Sandkit had been in the midst of forming. Clumps fell off of it and landed on the small she-cat's head, but the remainder was still substantial enough to play with. Taking a moment to pat the ball into firmness, the black tom held the ball between his paws and gazed at the two kits. "What do you think? Free for all? Two on one?" he looked over at Morningfrost, who seemed to have been woken by their noise. "Or... should we play in teams of two? What do you think, Morningfrost? Sandkit and Swiftkit have payed us a nice visit, and they want to play mossball."

[Sydney]

A soft smile stretched across Morningfrost's face, the little she-cat tilting her head to cast her gazeless eyes towards SWiftkit and Sandkit. "Oh, I wouldn't be a very good player." Frowning for a moment, the ginger and white she-cat shook her head, curling back down in her nest. "You three should just have a free for all, I'll watch." She smile once more, dusting herself off with her tail.

[[... that was small and suckish and horrible, i apologize. D: ]]