Post by Rainkit on Jun 30, 2018 3:25:01 GMT
Rainkit stumbled out of the nursery. The older he got, the longer his legs grew, and it seemed they were far outpacing the growth of the rest of him. Though he'd been walking for a few weeks, he still had trouble figuring out where to place his paws and how to stay balanced. His gaze scanned the clearing, hoping to find someone willing to tell him a story, or perhaps play a game with him. He stared at the elders' den. A Clanmate recently told him that, in the olden days, many elders lived in the Clan, and they told stories to the kits every day. Rainkit wished he'd been born to see that. He'd yet to get a chance to talk to what few elders there were in his Clan, as warriors always sent him away. He couldn't understand why they wanted to stop him from learning history.
Dejected, Rainkit sighed and glanced away from the den. He settled down on the edge of the clearing with a stick and contented himself with scraping the bark off with his tiny claws.