Past Moons Tales

[Storm]

Hootkit
MistClan | Kit | She-Cat | 4 Moons | Undecided

A melted-tone pelt flashed across the hard floors of the camp as a kit bounded back and forth.  Hootkit had been peeled from her mothers side by the other kits and was running out her energy with them, scampering about chasing each others tails.  The she-kit puffed heavily as she kept up.  Her tail stuck up straight behind her like a flag marking her position.  She redirected quickly to escape a swiping paw and took off in another direction, her denmate moving to chase someone else who was closer allowing her to pause.  A cheesy grin graced her maw as her muscles tensed to jump back in the action, but a noise from the elders den caught her attention.  

Hootkit's ear twitched as she turned to examine the shuffling noise closer, it sounded like one of the elders was awake! She loved the elders and how they always wanted to chat, she padded in eager to see who was up. She was growing tired of the games they were playing anyway, now she could slip off and catch her breath.  "Helloooo?" She mewed cheerfully.

[Ava]

Brambleflame let his weary amber eyes drift open, and he heaved himself to his paws. He was about to go for a little walk since that always seemed to pop his sore joints, but when little Hootkit poked her head into the den, he didn't mind the excuse to sit back down. "Ah! Hootkit." the old tom purred. "Came by to hear my amazing stories, I assume?" he rasped, gazing happily down at the cinnamon tortie kitten. 

With a large tabby paw, he scooped the kit gently towards his nest, trying to be quiet so he didn't wake up either of the other two cranky elders. He dropped to lay down on his stomach, propping himself up on his forelegs as he looked at Hootkit with a soft smile. "What would you like to hear? My own past, or MistClan's past? Or maybe about your mother, hmm?" he chuckled as he nudged Hootkit gently. He might not know everything about MistClan or the poor grief-stricken leader, but he figured he might as well do his best to tell those stories if Hootkit asked.

Storm  

[Storm]

Hootkit
MistClan | Kit | She-Cat | 4 Moons | Undecided

Hootkit lit up at the sight of Brambleflame.  The tom just so happened to be her favorite elder, he always seemed to be in the best mood for her.  Despite still huffing for breath a little she bounced a few times in place.  "Yea!-" She half mewed out before a huge paw wrapped around her frame.  She hushed like they were playing a quiet game as she caught on to the tabby's lowered tone.  

She curled up, wrapping her still short stubby kit-tail around her flank to settle in to the warm nest.  Her ears twitched back uncomfortably at the mention of Bearstar.  Normally the kit would have jumped at the opportunity for that kind of story, but lately ma had been pretty sad.  Loosing her beloved dad and other brother had been very painful for the kit, but her mom still being so sad made her sad too.  As if the constant reminded of her dad not being there wasn't enough. Brambleflame nudged her back to reality and she beamed falsely.  The experienced feline definitely would have noticed her hesitation and flicker of grief, but the kit thought she had hidden the moment fairly well.  

"Ma tells me about our clan all the timeeee.  She's super proud and wants me to know how we got so great," the kit whined playfully as she squirmed.  "Oh!" she chirped with a thought, "What's it like being an apprentice? What fun stuff did you do?  Tell meeee!"  She'd be an apprentice soon, that was so exciting and now she'd get a sneak peak at what it'd be like!