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Post by dylan on Dec 11, 2011 13:52:09 GMT -5
Life had been completely normal for the past half moon. Well, as normal as it is for a kit that is neglected. Little Squirrelkit still had not grown, and was nearing four moons. No one had expected this kit to make it this far. She was beating the odds. How she was alive was beyond a mystery, it was a pure miracle. The pale ginger kit had been sick the past few days, it seemed all she was lately was sick. Her mother had completely abandoned her, refusing to have anything at all to do with her smallest kit. Squirrelkit's littermates were being treated like she should be, but Squirrelkit knew she would never receive attention from her mother. She had seen the other kits in the nursery interact with their mothers, or even her littermates, and it really hurt the frail kit that she would never have that with her mother.
At this moment it was becoming all too much, everyone was snuggled up to their respective mothers and were playing. None of the other kits played with Squirrelkit. Her littermates made sure of that. It seemed they were taking after their mother when it came to personality. Her eyes looked toward her siblings and saw them glaring at her. They didn't want her around.
With a sigh, the tiny orange kit got onto her paws and left the nursery. Why she bothered sleeping in there went through her mind each day. But she had nowhere else to go. Most thought of the nursery as a safezone, but for Squirrelkit it was her worst nightmare. The kit always felt cold and alone in her own little makeshift nest, but knew better than to say anything. Her mother would have her fur if she complained. Lack of sleep had caused the little kit to look exhausted all the time. She had no strength to do anything. She basically looked like a corpse walking around. The lack of sleep had caused her appetite, what little appetite she had, to decrease and now she barely ate a bite of her food, if even that. Squirrelkit just looked pitiful. Her fur was back to being the dull ginger color, her eyes weren't bright and happy, and she had absolutely no fat on her body. Her ribs showed through her fur, and she was just skin and bones. With her mother completely ignoring her, she didn't know how to take care of herself, she was still too young. It probably wouldn't be long before she just couldn't take anymore. Squirrelkit was trying not to give up, but it was hard.
Looking around camp she blinked her eyes slowly. This was the first time she had been out of the nursery in a long time. The sun on her fur felt weird, and she welcomed the warmth. Watching the sun rising into the sky had been a favorite of hers when she had just opened her eyes, and now here she was a couple moons later finally watching it again, and remembering why she enjoyed it so much. It brought so much beauty and warmth into the camp, maybe she could make it. She only had two more moons until she was an apprentice, but could she really make it that long?
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Dec 11, 2011 17:14:41 GMT -5
A warm, freshly-killed mouse taunted Sharpclaw with its enticing fragrance as he trotted into camp. His tail held high and his chin tilted upwards in triumph, he carried the mouse over to the elders' den. He'd usually feed one of the queens, but [insert name of Squirrelkit's mother here because I forgot] was already there with Mintkit, and he didn't want to stir up trouble when his day was going so well. After dropping the mouse off at the elder's den, he turned and swerved toward the fresh-kill pile.
As he made his way toward his well-earned meal, he thought he noticed a faint ginger-color out of the corner of his rich brown eyes. About to ignore it, he finally noticed the small shape of another cat; who was his own daughter. Quickly dismissing the thought of eating, he changed course and bounded toward Squirrelkit, surprised she was this far out into the clearing. "Hey, there's my favorite daughter!" he called out with a grin, padding up to the small bundle of fur.
Purring, Sharpclaw nuzzled Squirrelkit's cheek and gazed down at her with caring eyes. "How have you been? Has anyone been bothering you?" he asked, barely a hint of suspicion entering his voice as he finished his sentence. His tail-tip twitched in slight anticipation, as if waiting for his daughter to spill her prey. He knew he shouldn't have been so expectant to hear bad news from her, but he just wanted to know so that he could talk some sense into whoever wasn't treating her fairly.
Of course, he would never physically hurt someone for being disrespectful to Squirrelkit. Knowing who's not very fond of Squirrelkit tells him to keep a closer eye on her, since he had to play the role of her mother as well as her father. Though he couldn't have asked for more, even though he sometimes wonders what runs through [insert name of Squirrelkit's mother here]'s mind. Caring for his daughter was his life now, and he loved it.
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Post by dylan on Dec 11, 2011 21:13:40 GMT -5
Squirrelkit felt at ease for the first time in a while. She didn't have to worry about anything at this moment. With her mother preoccupied with her littermate, the ginger kit could relax a little. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, but she just couldn't surrender to it. Not without the nightmares. The rising of the sun was soothing the kit, and almost putting her to sleep. Curling up in a ball, she loved the feeling of warmth. She watched as patrols departed, and as they came back in. Her eyes were on the apprentices den. She would be there soon, or so she hoped. She could make it....she had to.
Whatever look Squirrelkit had before, it was now one of pure joy. Though she had jumped, not sensing her father approaching and hearing his voice on sneaking up on her, she was happy now. Wanting nothing more than to see him, she had gotten her wish. Sharptalon was here now, everything would be okay. Her daddy could save her from everything and everyone, he was her protector. She especially loved it when she was called his favorite daughter, it made her feel important. It made her feel wanted, and like she actually had a purpose in life. A small smile formed on her face as she looked up and mewed happily.
Once again, the kit was mute, she just was far too afraid to talk. She had spoken just yesterday to another kit, surprising half the nursery who had never heard her talk, and her mother had given her a quick lashing. She still could feel the clawmarks on her back. Shuddering at the thought she looked down to her paws and sighed. Squirrelkit didn't want her daddy to have to deal with her problems, he had enough to worry about. She shook her head, dismissing what her mother had done. That answered his question if anyone had been bothering her, but his other question had been left unanswered. How had she been? It was apparent, not too great. Her fur was paler, her body was scrawnier, and her eyes were duller. She was probably sick once again. But she still grinned up at her father.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Dec 12, 2011 19:29:44 GMT -5
ooc;; DOH. I forgot his name was Sharptalon and not Sharpclaw. >,<
Sharptalon almost thought he saw a look of hesitation flicker across Squirrelkit's face, but he dismissed it quickly; it was probably nothing. Besides, he didn't want to press his daughter with silly questions like the ones he wanted to ask. But were they truly silly? When Squirrelkit grinned up at him, her cheerful expression reassured him and allowed him to relax a bit. Purring with delight, he ran his tail down her back, shuddering inwardly at how small and frail she was. But even still, he thought she was perfect.
Still, something was a bit off. When he ran his tail down her back, he felt something like lines of ruffled fur, which to his shock, seemed like clawmarks. Fury suddenly boiled up inside of him, and he immediately considered headin over to the nursery and having a stern talk with his ex-mate; and the mother Squirrelkit never had. But how could he? He had no proof. Unless Squirrelkit wants to tell me. No, he couldn't ask her to do something so big like that. Sharptalon knew that meowing alone was a massive struggle for her.
Sighing, his gaze turned into a somewhat serious, yet concerned look. "Squirrelkit, you don't have to, but if you want to tell me something, you can," he told her softly, not minding the curious looks that other cats were giving them as they passed by. "I just want you to be happy," he added with a smile, rasping his tongue over her ear to lighten the atmosphere.
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Post by dylan on Dec 14, 2011 17:22:01 GMT -5
Nothing was better than feeling like someone cared about you, and right now Squirrelkit was having the feeling of a lifetime. She was getting attention, and though she may not act like she needed or wanted it, she truthfully loved it. When she felt her father's tail on her back, she was reassured that everything was okay. The kit had almost fell asleep, enjoying the warmth of having another cat nearby. It felt good not to have to curl up so tight and try to keep warm.
Though the scar on her back was not nearly as awful as they normally were, it was still there. At least her mother had not broken the skin this time, well much. Squirrelkit's pelt was not soaked in blood, so that was a good sign. She had gotten away just in time.
Squirrelkit blinked up at her father as he began to speak. She had almost fallen asleep, and hearing his voice almost startled the kit. She shook her head, not wanting to speak again. She was content with her life like it was, no need to speak and make everything worse. She gave him another grin, and began to purr as his tongue hit her ear. It kinda tickled. Right in this moment, the kit was beyond happy. It was something that was rare, but she enjoyed it.
Prodding Sharptalon with a paw, she pointed with her tail to the direction of the river. One of the queens had taken a litter of kits to teach them how to swim just yesterday. Squirrelkit had not gone, because the other kits had made fun of her, and her mother had glared at her. Her littermate already knew how to swim, and kits younger than her were learning. The kits had come back, telling her all about it. Of course, they had not swam in the deep parts of the river, but it was still a start. Squirrelkit wanted to learn too. She opened her mouth to tell him, but words just wouldn't come out, so instead she just continued to point, with her tail, to the river, eyes wide with excitement. Right now, she could forget feeling tired, she needed to keep pushing herself.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Dec 14, 2011 19:34:43 GMT -5
A look of disappointment flashed across Sharptalon's eyes for a moment, but he knew that if Squirrelkit didn't want to speak, she didn't have to. He wasn't going to make her do things she didn't want to do, especially if those things might hurt her. He knew how delicate and fragile she was, and he would always take care of her, unlike her mother. Seeing that she didn't want to continue the subject, the spotted tom let out a deep-voiced chuckle as she purred, rich-brown eyes brimming with emotions; love, pride, and amusement.
Sharptalon expected it to be a game when his daughter prodded his flank with a tiny paw, but when she began to gesture towards something, or somewhere, he followed her gaze and saw the small stream that ran behind the medicine den, which is one of RiverClan's advantanges. The stream provides for Aspenfrost, and helps greatly for when sick cats are in need of something cool to calm their fever. But obviously Squirrelkit didn't want to learn about the stream for a moment, but instead, something else, that seemed to excite her. Then it hit him, and for a moment, he wondered if he would make the right decision about it.
"I think someone is nearing the age to begin their swimming lessons!" he purred, nudging her shoulder gently with his nose. Sharptalon had figured that since he would keep a close eye on her, nothing would happen to her. What harm would it do anyway? The kit needs to begin preparing to be an apprentice, and she needs to gain a bit of meat on her bones to keep her healthy. Tail-tip twitching in mixed excitement and amusement, he led Squirrelkit toward the stream, relieved that her littermates weren't there. When the ground slowly began to slope downwards onto the bank of the stream, Sharptalon had taken his daughter by the scruff and climbed down.
"Now then, I'll ask you again. Do you really want to do this?" he grinned, curling his tail neatly around his paws. Most of him knew that she would say yes, and he was fine with that, except for one other small part of him felt unusually anxious, as if something foreboding would happen if he let her into the stream. But he shook the feeling away by shaking his pelt briefly. Everything's fine, stop worrying, a voice reassured him in his mind.
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Post by dylan on Dec 14, 2011 21:54:05 GMT -5
Squirrelkit was on her paws, bouncing around in no time. No longer did her eyes show sadness or how sick she was, they now were shining with excitement. She was going to prove to her daddy she could be just like any other kit. And she was glad that he understood her, and what she wanted. No words were needed, and for that she was glad. No words would come out of her mouth, and she was almost ready to just go show him. But he had figured it out just in time.
When Sharptalon announced she was ready to begin learning how to swim, she managed to mewl excitedly. She was now bouncing around her father, no longer able to contain herself. Not only was she old enough, she was past old enough. She was eager to go to the stream, and her steps seemed lighter and bouncier as she padded along. This was all a part of growing up, and she was growing up. She was making a step toward being an apprentice. She was so excited about the lesson, she didn't complain when she was picked up and carried half the way. It would have been difficult for her anyway, possibly impossible. But Squirrelkit would have attempted it, regardless of how difficult it would have been. But she had her daddy to help, and she would let him help her.
The closer they got to the stream, the more excited Squirrelkit became. She began to squirm in his mouth the closer they became. When she was finally sat down and Sharptalon began to talk, she just glared at him. Was he trying to talk her out of this? There was no way! Squirrelkit just nodded eagerly, bouncing up and down again.
Padding up to the stream, she began to purr in delight. She stepped a little ways into it, just getting her paws wet. She mewled a little as she felt the cold water on her paws and was ready to pounce in. She crouched down, like she had seen the apprentices do, and was prepared to leap into it.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Dec 15, 2011 20:46:58 GMT -5
Sharptalon grinned a bit more at Squirrelkit's glare, and he knew what her answer was even before she nodded eagerly. Sighing, he rose to his paws. "Alright, the first things you need to know are - " he cut off when the sound of splashing water met his pricked ears. Baring his teeth nervously, he quickly glanced at Squirrelkit to see if she was alright. Seeing her splash around in the shallow water made him feel worried for her, but he knew she'd be fine. It annoyed him the slightest bit that she hadn't listened to him.
Opening his jaws to speak again, he noticed that she wasn't watching, but planned to go on anyway, when he realized that she was in a crouching position. Pinning his ears back in fear, Sharptalon darted forwards and scooped Squirrelkit up in his jaws, heart caught in his throat as he forced himself not to carry her back to camp, where it was safe. Part of him knew that she'd never forgive him if he did. He set her on the ground and gave her a stern glare. "I don't want to see you trying anything funny without my permission ever again; understood?" he hissed angrily, eyes blazing with more anxiety than fury. Quickly, he realized that he had been to harsh on his daughter, and his gaze softened in sympathy.
Grasping her in his jaws once more, he slowly wadded into the water until it barely lapped at his elbows. "I'll teach you how to swim the right way," he mumbled through her fur. Gingerly, he leaned his neck toward the surface of the water and began to submerge Squirrelkit's small body into it, stoping when the water touched her belly-fur. "Now, paddle with your legs as much as you can," Sharptalon instructed, trying to place his paws firmly on the muddy ground underneath the water so he could be sure he held Squirrelkit safely.
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Post by dylan on Dec 18, 2011 16:39:01 GMT -5
Squirrelkit felt like a normal kit at the moment. There was no sickness, she had no mother, she wasn't small, she was normal in this very moment. No one could tell her otherwise. She was doing like any other kit would be doing in this situation, taking in her surroundings and finding what trouble she could get into. She had not heard a word Sharptalon had said to her, she had been to preoccupied with the stream. She loved having her paws wet and this was beyond fun.
Just as she was ready to pounce, her body was lifted off the ground. Wow! She had really jumped high! Looking around she wondered why she hadn't hit the water yet, and then she realized she had been picked up. Why had Daddy done this? She was just having fun? Before she knew it she was placed back on the ground and her eyes were glaring up at her father. He looked so angry with her and she flattened herself to the ground when he spoke to her so harshly. That is how mommy talked to her, and now her eyes were wide with fear. A tiny mewl of fright escaped from her mouth as she kept completely still, knowing from her experience with her mother not to run.
But she was soon swept up again in Sharptalon's mouth and she thought she was going to be led back to camp. But instead he went into the water with her. Well...this was an interesting idea. But then he spoke and mentioned he was teaching her to swim the right way. What did that mean? Well it looked like she was soon to find out. She mewled a little as she felt her body being submerged, but soon stopped when she realized Sharptalon still had a grip on her. This made the kit relax much more. Hearing his instructions this time, she nodded and took a deep breath before beginning. Squirrelkit experimented with her front paws first, then her backpaws before using them all. The tiny kit mewled in delight as she splashed water, finding herself a new game...see how wet she could get.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Dec 18, 2011 23:30:55 GMT -5
Sharptalon tried to restrain a mrrow of laughter as Squirrelkit began to foolishly splash at the water, since he would drop her if he didn't. Rolling his eyes in amusement, he let her play for a few moments longer before moving on. "Come on, you have to focus. The secret is to keep your haunches from sinking," he mumbled, his voice muffled through his daughter's ginger fur as he tried to make his words more clear without letting go of her scruff.
Half of Sharptalon expected Squirrelkit to fail in swimming, and half of him felt like she would learn as fast as any other kit. He didn't mean to be so discouraging - which he definetely wasn't - but he couldn't help but feel like Squirrelkit would never become a warrior. An apprentice, maybe, but then what? She was too frail and small to be able to learn battle moves, and catching one mouse alone could wear her out. He didn't see any other occupation she could take up, besides becoming a medicine cat.
Besides, Aspenfrost is too young for an apprentice, he added silently. Aspenfrost was very good at what she did; everyone in the Clan respected her. But Squirrelkit? Maybe she'd grow strong enough to simply help Aspenfrost, and maybe that would strengthen her more. But how could sorting herbs put muscles on her bones? She was already four moons old, and almost ready to become an apprentice. At this rate, Sharptalon dreaded that there was no alternative for his daughter.
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Post by dylan on Dec 26, 2011 13:23:54 GMT -5
Squirrelkit was so glad her daddy had taken her out here and let her play. Being able to splash around in puddles always excited her, and this time she was in a huge puddle! This one was so big daddy had to carry her. Her daddy was taking time out of the lesson to let her play, and that only made the kit mewl with delight even more. Mommy would never let her do anything like this! Her paws began to feel a little heavier as water began to drench them, but the pale ginger kit seemed not to mind. The extra water definitely added some weight onto Squirrelkit, and she went limp again as Sharptalon spoke.
So the point of this was to focus? Well, she could try to do that for a few seconds, but after all, she was a kit and had a slightly short attention span. There was a secret to this? Okay, so all she had to do was not let her haunches fall under the water. That was something she could do. While her daddy seemed lost in thought, Squirrelkit began to practice. In her little mind, there was no way she was going to fail at this. She knew she could do it, practice was just the key.
When she finally figured out a way to keep her haunches up she let out a startled mew. She had done it! Yes, her way may be a little different than others, but she had to find a new way. Squirrelkit was used to having to find ways around her small size, and had gotten quite good at figuring it all out. Letting out a deep breath, she took another one in. "Daddy Look!"
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Dec 26, 2011 14:57:00 GMT -5
The sound of an excited mewl brought Sharptalon back to reality, and his gaze softened as he glanced down at his daughter, splashing about in the water. He noticed that she was keeping her haunches just below the surface, and he purred with delight. "That's it! You're doing great!" he rumbled through her fur, feeling his heart soar at the sight of Squirrelkit actually swimming. But just to hear the word, "daddy", made him feel more proud of his daughter than anything. Being a father was everything to him, and he loved it; having a family and beautiful kits. I may not have the she-cat I love anymore, but I have Squirrelkit, he thought to himself, for a heartbeat, feeling a twinge of sadness at the memory of his ex-mate.
Turning his attention back to the ginger bundle of fur held in his jaws, he wondered if he could let her go. He understood that doing so was a giant risk, especially when Squirrelkit was so fragile and weak. But at least she was swimming, he reflected. Maybe she would be able to swim without his support. After all, she had learned how to swim quicker than Sharptalon had expected, and she'd even managed to mewl a few words.
After a moment of consideration, Sharptalon made his decision. "Alright, I'm going to let you go now," he told her slowly, trying not to scare her. Gingerly, he loosened his grip on Squirrelkit's scruff until he was no longer supporting her. Seeing how well she was doing, Sharptalon's chest swelled in pride. "Don't worry, sweetheart, daddy's here," he told her, wadding along with his daughter to make sure no harm came to her. Maybe Squirrelkit won't have to be somehting she doesn't want to be, he thought with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
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Post by dylan on Dec 28, 2011 21:10:18 GMT -5
All it took to make this kit happy and proud of herself is the words her father spoke to her. He had always encouraged her and somewhat treated her like any other kit in the nursery. So to see him proud of her meant the world to her. Being able to hear, and somewhat feel, him purr made the kit want to push herself even more. He was continuing to encourage her as she swam, or well swam while he held onto her, and that was pushing her to move forward. Squirrelkit knew her energy level was slowly going down, and it wouldn’t be long before she crashed, but she was determined to at least swim by herself.
When Sharptalon began to speak again, she fell limp in his mouth so she could make sure to hear him. That and she was conserving whatever energy she had left. The tiny kit began to purr as her father mentioned he was letting her swim on her own. Finally a chance to prove herself! She wasn’t useless and pointless to the clan, she was about to show her daddy that. She nodded, signaling that she was ready. She could do this. She knew she could.
It took a few moments before Squirrelkit realized her father had let go. She had been busy concentrating on making sure her haunches were in the right place that she didn’t know he had already let go and she was holding her own. She let out a delighted mewl as it finally hit her. She was swimming! The kit was comforted that Sharptalon was nearby, and maybe that is why it was easier. She knew her father had her if she were to fall under. She wanted to speak to him and let him know how she was feeling, but thought against it when she felt herself getting tired. Her paws were slowing down but she was still staying afloat. It wouldn’t be long before she lost all energy.
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Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Jan 6, 2012 21:16:30 GMT -5
Frostheart swallowed the last bite of her water vole, letting the flavors melt in her mouth before fading away and leaving a meaty after-taste. She swiped her tongue around her lips to remove any bits of meat that had escaped the wrath of her sharp teeth, and let out a brief yawn. Things were so quiet around camp at that time, since all the patrols had been sent out to check the flooded river. It was already as far as the island that RiverClan's camp sheltered in, and the once shallow ring of water that surrounded it was now fairly deep and even somewhat dangerous.
Thoughts bubbling in her mind, she faintly heard splahing sounding from behind her. She froze and for a heartbeat she wondered if anyone was drowning. The silver spotted tabby turned and sniffed the air, but the damp scent of rain made her senses foggy. She figured the noise came from near the medicine cat den, so she quickly bounded toward the source. The splashing grew louder, and she was sure to have found her drowning Clanmate when she noticed that there were giggles and purrs. A couple fooling around in the water? It didn't seem likely. Either way, she ventured down the small yet steep cliff and stopped when she neared the bottom. "What's going on here?"
The sharp mew of a familiar cat made Sharptalon freeze, almost dropping Squirrelkit in the process. His hairs stood on end and his ears pinned back against his skull. Please, don't let it be Squirrelkit's mother, he begged to StarClan in his mind. Slowly, he turned around with Squirrelkit hanging from his jaws. He braced himself for the furious accusations and hisses. But when he noticed that this she-cat was smaller and wasn't glaring at him, he knew exactly who it was.
"Dad?" Frostheart questioned again, a worried expression on her face. Sharptalon gently laid Squirrelkit on the bank of the stream and let out a sigh. "It's alright, Frostheart, we were just taking a leisurely swim," he rasped, his eyes faintly shining with amusement. Frostheart let out a breath of relief and padded toward Sharptalon, greeting him by fondly brushing muzzles with his. "You sound so much like your mother..." Sharptalon murmured, licking the silver tabby between her ears. Although, Frostheart was a spitting image of himself, her voice always made him a bit tense and weary. Frostheart smiled warmly at her father and glanced down at Squirrelkit. "Hey, Squirrelkit! Did you really learn how to swim?" she grinned. If only her mother was like that, Sharptalon thought bittersweetly.
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Post by dylan on Jan 26, 2012 21:58:23 GMT -5
Squirrelkit’s ears twitched when she heard a familiar voice. A tiny squeal escaped from her mouth as she realized it was Frostheart. She was excited to see her big sister. But daddy had almost dropped her. She had felt his grip loosen a little, but thankfully he grabbed her back. She felt the water suddenly leave her, and she stopped kicking. It looks like daddy was turning around, by the feel of it. The little ginger kit knew from the beginning it wasn’t her mother. Her mother’s voice was much…harsher, and Squirrelkit knew it by heart and feared it.
When she finally was on solid ground, her legs felt a little shaky. She had used the majority of her energy in the swimming and the little kit was feeling the effects. She barely was registering that her father and sister were talking, instead the little kit was focused back on the water. Squirrelkit was sure that she could do that all on her own. She was just about to inch back toward the water and try out her idea, but her sister had began to speak to her. The tiny kit nodded, her eyes full of excitement. She had made her first major step in truly being a RiverClan cat. She had swam, and that was a major accomplishment for the fragile little kit. ”Swim!”
[/color] Squirrelkit mewed softly, speaking once again. It was very faint, but she had managed to say something. Maybe she could speak around daddy and Frostheart, they weren’t like mommy. The little kit was very excited about learning to swim and she started to purr. ”Daddy swim!”[/color] Squirrelkit added after several moments. Forming entire sentences was out of the question for her, she was doing good just to form full words. She had tried to repeat what her sister had said, adding that daddy had taught her to swim, but only those two words were able to come from her mouth. The little kit still looked very proud of herself. Though she was completely wet and looked even more tiny than usual without her fluffy fur, she still was happy. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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