((thanks crystal, I'll Rp these new cats before waiting for the others. And I'm trying to make a book series about groups of canines in a place called "the unknown"))
the black and white kit ran, his siblings following along as if they were hunters. "are those invaders gone?" the kit stopped and turned his head to his youngest sister, his heart beating quietly. He couldn't see any trace of the invaders following him and he could smell the fainting scent of cats around the moor. "no...I think they went to do something else" he panted, sitting down with his tail wrapped around his paws. "so....what are we going to do? We can't find mom and I starting to get hungry" your righwaited are all hungry......wait...maybe we can look for food "we can go scavenge for food but we can rest for a bit" he mewed, turning his head to his black tabby brother.
"fine" shadow sat down, watching his sister lay down before licking his chest, his ears perked. "ok...." his tiny sister yawned but he ignored her and lifted his head as if he got a idea. I'm not going to wait here any longer "umm...blossom, badger? I'll be right back, I'm going to walk around here a bit" he lied, getting up. I'm just going to explore....alone he walked away from his siblings, disappearing into the long grass. they'll be ok without me, I don't need a older sibling to tell me what to do he opened his jaw, trying to scent anything but he could pick up the scent of a fresh rabbit borrow and.....cats! the fresh scent made his nose twitch but he followed the scent. Different scents filled his nose, making the black tabby kit confused but still followed the trail. The young Tom was walking towards the thunder path but the kit didn't knew. A different scent caught into his nose: the scent of smoke and something else that made his nose twitched in disgust. He followed the new scent-trail, ignoring the taste of the scent. His paws started to ache, his legs screaming for rest as shadow walked. I think I'm going to rest for now he laid down on his back, his belly facing the leaf-bare sky.
both eyes opened, the white Tom got up, stretching his legs. I'm going to ask silverstar if I can lead a patrol today whitewhisker thought, walking out of the den and into the clearing. I'm going to give fresh-kill to brairkit and her mother before I go ask silverstar the Tom walked over to the fresh-kill pile, picking up a bird before heading over to the nursery. The nursery reminded him the day when half of the creekclan cats had their kits there after the fire but he shook the thought away and walked over to the nursery. He dropped the dead robin beside the queen before walking out of the nursery, padding towards silverstar's den.
