"Ashkit, please open your eyes!" Poppykit whined, prodding her sister with a small, delicate paw. Ashkit squeezed into a compactor circle, her eyes shutting tighter.
Poppykit grumbled something, before nuzzling Gingerfire's belly. Her sister had yet to open her eyes, and Poppykit was expectantly waiting. What color would they be? Blue? Green? Amber? Poppykit grinned as she remembered her mother telling her that Poppykit's eyes were a gray-blue color.
"Poppykit, don't pester Ashkit. She'll open her eyes when she's ready to," Poppykit flattened her ears to her head once she heard their mother, Gingerfire, purr, licking her daughters cheek.
"I'm tired of waiting to go outside, mother. Can I just go out now?" she asked, placing a paw on top of Gingerfire's foreleg.
Gingerfire just shook her head. Great. When will she open her eyes? Poppykit looked at Ashkit, who's eyes were still tightly closed
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Fernpaw shifted uncomfortably as Crowpaw stared coldly at her, before padding to the fresh kill pile. Her brother was not a good cat, he was set on becoming whatever he wanted to be, even if that meant cold-blooded murder.
Crowpaw disappeared into the bramble tunnel leading out of GaleClan camp, and Fernpaw took a breath of relief. He's even threatened to kill me, Fernpaw shakily got up, padding to the fresh kill pile. And that's not how it's supposed to be. The skinny gray-and-white apprentice just murmured something, before choosing a mouse.
"Fernpaw," She growled as someone called her name, only taking a bite of her mouse. Flightstar padded toward her, his golden eyes bright. "After you're done eating, Sootstorm and Crowpaw will be training with us out in the training hollow."
Fernpaw blinked, before nodding. Quickly eating the rest of her meal, she got up and trailed after Flightstar, running to his side. The large golden brown tabby blinked warmly at her, before bounding off. Fernpaw raced after her mentor, ducking underneath a low branch, and running freely out into the moors.
Kittypets will never understand this feeling, Fernpaw smiled as the wind blew through her fur, and her paws crashed through the gorse and heather.
This feeling was only brought down as she stopped, seeing Crowpaw grinning at her evilly, the two mentors unaware of a killer in their mists.
Okay, I am so so so so SORRY!!!!!!!!! I abandoned you all. I feel so terrible. I know this post is short, but please, forgive me. I promise to be active.
AND, PoplarClan is no longer up, and I believe Ana isn't active in blogger, so I'll choose a new deputy if that's the case.
