Star Light... (Open)

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=314e20] Why were they there? Why couldn't they have stayed in their house, with the fluffy beds, and the housefolk that would stroke them? Turning back to look at her mother and siblings her eyes rolled with boredom. It seemed as if her mother and siblings were walking like slugs. They had been traveling for sometime and had found this place. Their mother had forced herself into hunting, taking to climbing trees and finding eggs and small birds to catch, she had little skill otherwise. Enough to sustain them for a bit, but not forever. Their mother had warned them about the scent of other cats and not to stray, but they would not dare mess with her. She was Leaf, the Great. Leaf could not help but wander. They were so far away from everything, what would it hurt? She could find her mother again, her scent was clear int he crisp mountain air. Besides they would be returning home soon, wouldn't they? She hoped so, the kit was rather small and worried the cold would stunt her growth. She wanted to be massive, like the pictures of tigers and lions the housefolk had up. They were incredible cats, and the kit liked to think their father was a tiger, their mother never mentioned him, so he must be some great cat. It was a secret, that was why she could not tell. A secret that their father was one of the great cats. Flicking her dark amber eyes over she spied another frozen clump of the heavy, cold, white, frozen stuff her mother had called snow. The kits had not been allowed to touch it, but her mother and siblings were not there. No one could stop her, she mused with an evil smirk. What could be better? A little mischief. She was just an innocent kit that did not know any better after all. She could already imagine the scolding from her mother, dismissing it with her thick tail. An after thought. Trotting over to the pile the thick pelted nearly pure white kit disregarded anything her path that a clan cat would have noticed. Particularly as she snapped twigs, trotted over grass and jumped into a shrub, finally making it to the snow. Crouching the she-cat wriggled her rump, tail waving excitedly as she launched into the cold snow. The feeling was exhilarating, she had only been allowed to dip a paw in at first, now her body was covered. Shivering she let out an excited squeak, scaring off any prey that may have been left in the area. Why was this fun? She was simply rolling in cold water, luckily she had her thick pelt, perhaps it was truly enjoyable because of the rules she was breaking. The adventure she was having. If she were more attentive she might have noticed the scents. The markers she had crossed uncaringly and unnoticed. The voices of warriors and an apprentice, they undoubtedly noticed her. As the kit frolicked in the snow she felt not a care in the world. She began rolling in it, enjoying the cool feeling it placed on her fur. Yet she soon slipped out of it, feeling the cold begin to seep onto her skin. Ruffling her thick fur, the she-cat examined herself, the snow had given her white body a sheen to it, with her black and tan marked head and tail, she examined herself proudly. Looking around she pondered what else to do, before spying a leaf. Crouching she tried to mimic the painting of the tiger crouching, she felt she had gotten it right, probably not, as she stalked forth. Her tail flicked everything and anything as she finally pounced on the leaf claiming it as her kill. Doing Speaking Thinking "Your cat talking"

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