Post by Reedkit on Feb 7, 2014 17:21:31 GMT -8
Reedkit poked his head outside of the nursery, his grey and gold pelt quivering both from the frigid temperatures and his own excitement. With a small smile he marched out into the camp, wincing slightly each time his soft pads met the harsh cold snow that covered the grounds of Waterclan. He looked up as snowflakes the size of pebbles rained down from the heavens, speckling his coat and make him shiver involuntarily. He wasn't actually supposed to be outside in these conditions due to his weak stamina. From birth his frail structure could only take so much excursion unlike his littermates who had the same strengths and advantages as their parents, both successful warriors.
He wrinkled his nose in distaste as he thought of having to go back into the den where he'd be met with a tongue-lashing and a sentence to something like, he wasn't allowed to play until sun-high or something childish and otherwise meaningless. He hated being treated like a kit even though that was exactly what he was. He was barely a few moons old and yet he didn't like his age. He believed most things in the clans' system was superficial and only undermined his own intellectual abilities. But alas, it seemed that not even his mother could keep him from enjoying what he was born for, the snow.
Reedkit was born in the dead of winter along with his other three siblings. Snow was beautiful, a white blanket of blessing in his mind. His own ideals were that of equality and democracy, the kind of hierarchy he lived in only proved that he was unfit for even the most tedious of tasks. He hated it. He wanted to spit in the face of the current leaders, laugh at their futile attempts at maintaining a society, but of course he was only a child, what use was he other than to fawn over. His face twisted with disgust as he trudged through the white pool of cold.
The tabby sat down nearby, his ears fully alert as well as his honey-colored eyes.
He wrinkled his nose in distaste as he thought of having to go back into the den where he'd be met with a tongue-lashing and a sentence to something like, he wasn't allowed to play until sun-high or something childish and otherwise meaningless. He hated being treated like a kit even though that was exactly what he was. He was barely a few moons old and yet he didn't like his age. He believed most things in the clans' system was superficial and only undermined his own intellectual abilities. But alas, it seemed that not even his mother could keep him from enjoying what he was born for, the snow.
Reedkit was born in the dead of winter along with his other three siblings. Snow was beautiful, a white blanket of blessing in his mind. His own ideals were that of equality and democracy, the kind of hierarchy he lived in only proved that he was unfit for even the most tedious of tasks. He hated it. He wanted to spit in the face of the current leaders, laugh at their futile attempts at maintaining a society, but of course he was only a child, what use was he other than to fawn over. His face twisted with disgust as he trudged through the white pool of cold.
The tabby sat down nearby, his ears fully alert as well as his honey-colored eyes.
Let the riot begin! LOL - 
hahahha