the R I S I N G sun ~ ~ !

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A fluffy gray tail waved in the air like a banner. A dusty tabby rump was straight up towards the sky, a small frame slanting down, tiny legs propping it up. A head tilted upside down helped support. Gray blue optics blinked upside down, a tiny mouth above them opened up in a yawn. Oh, observing the world in a different way was always so interesting. The kitten had been in this position for a while now and was getting bored of it, however.

The sun peaked above the small slope of land she could spy. She let out a soft sigh and tumbled forward, her hind legs flipping over her head. She tumbled into a little furry pile. It was odd to see her all alone, without her siblings. Normally they were a group, a troop. Of course, most kits were that way. Not far away from the rest of the litter. This was different, though. Faithkit had woken up much earlier than she normally did. In fact, she was up early enough to see the sun rise. She didn't want to wake anyone in fear of the anger they would feel. She instead went off on her own this morning.

She fell on her back and lifted her legs in the air, flailing them as if running on her back. She felt like she was galloping through the clouds. She was filled with happiness suddenly. Her head was in the clouds a majority of the time. The only way she could stay in her happy state of mind was by going elsewhere. Staying in her separate state of peace. She gave tiny smile and rolled over to her side, her cheek pressed against the ground.

She should probably get up and go elsewhere. Rouse her siblings now that the sun was up. But why do that? She was having enough of a nice time by herself. She let out a light purr, her eyes closing slightly. Everyone would start waking up soon. Warriors would leave camp and everything would become active. She wouldn't be able to lie in the middle of camp after that. Her mother would probably fret over her getting squashed. She wasn't the only female kitten but it was as if she was the most fragile. If a disaster were to hit it seemed everyone thought she would be the first to go.



She gave a huff and continued to lay there. She'd wait until someone snapped at her before she got up.

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[D a R K - R a H]

As he so often did, Brownspot rose early. He was up well before the sun, gladly hunting alone before the camp woke. It was how he was able to take a little time to himself while visiting with his five young kits and mate, protected and fed his clan, while still maintaining Bearpaw's training. A long day left him so tired at the end of the day that he'd fall straight to sleep. It was a rare day when Brownspot actually recalled what he'd dreamed about.

His large mahogany paws padded silently over the pine needle carpet beneath him. A plump mouse hung from his grasp. The air was cold around him, and his breath came out a white cloud. Frost clung to everything. Worry pricked at the tom's whiskers. He didn't like the idea of facing the first winter in their new home, but worse yet was the knowledge that his kits were still very young in such an uncertain time. They had no way of knowing how much it would snow, how cold it would be, or how common sickness could become. Silverhawk was still having trouble finding reliable sources of herbs; Brownspot doubted they'd be ready if a full-scale epidemic let loose in RavineClan...

Brownspot silently chided himself for being so worrisome. He'd have to put faith in StarClan that nothing would happen that would put his kits in danger. StarClan would protect all of RavineClan. He clung to that hope. It was all that kept him from hiding alone in his den day after day. He knew he wouldn't be able to watch RavineClan fall back into the ruins it had once been.

He blinked himself back to the present and rose his eyes skyward. The sun was just beginning to rise. The sky was a pale yellow shade above the treetops. Pointing his body back in the direction of RavineClan's camp, he moved in utter silence. In a strange and sudden burst of energy, Brownspot leaped into a swift trot, the mouse swinging back and forth with each stride. It felt good to give his muscles a nice stretch. So nice he decided to ask to be sent on a border patrol with Bearpaw instead of hunting or training all afternoon. He was just making plans to have Bearpaw join Hawkshadow and Cinderpaw for the morning when he slipped past the border and into RavineClan's camp.

He paused almost at once. Alone in the camp was a small gray tabby kit. She lay on her side, completely silent. Of course. Faithkit. Named for her mother's early name, the little she-kit actually didn't look much at all like either parent. Instead she seemed to take after her grandparents more. She looked very much like her uncle Silverhawk. He, too, was a gray tabby. She was a very thoughtful, peaceful kit. Very much like her brother Lionkit. She was quite a bit brighter and happier than her only sister Robinkit. And, of course, she didn't care nearly so much about playing and being strong as Fogkit did.

"What are you doing out here alone?" he asked gently, setting down his mouse as he neared her. His broad shoulders and large size made the tiny she-kit seem even smaller. He smiled lightly down at her and used one large paw to pull her closer to him.

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Ech. She hated the thought of having to get up. The sun creeped high and higher into the sky. Why did sunrise have to pass so fast? At least waking up early left more time for the day. Of course, in her siblings eyes that would mean more fun, however in her eyes it just left more time to observe. She wasn't all that great at fighting. She didn't have a very large frame to start off with. She didn't have the most sturdy build out of the litter. She let out a puff of air and rolled her eyes, stretching her fore paws above her head before standing.

She arched forwards... then backwards, opening her mouth in a large yawn. It was about that time when something very familiar hit her. She tilted her head, trying to identify it. She wasn't all that great at scents yet. Maybe one day her mind could hold many things of great levels of knowledge. She was not quite at that age yet, and even the most common scents were not yet easy to connect. She only realized who it was when the voice rang through her ears.

She whirled around in surprise. She came face to face with a warrior and let a slight squeak. She felt herself grow warm and ducked her head, her face twisted with embarrassment and happiness. She never saw him very often. Brownspot, that is. He was always doing this that and the other. He was almost as bad as Phantomsun and Flametwist. She chuckled to herself before replying with wide, embarrassed, and innocent eyes.

"Oh D-d-Brownspot! You scared me." Her voice was light and sweet. It wasn't exactly soft, though. It was more high pitched and squeaky. It was something that sounded more cute than pretty.

She felt herself being pulled closer to him. She tumbled forward and fell into his fur. She breathed in his scent deeply, trying to lock it in her memory bank. She looked up at him slowly, her smile brighter now. "I couldn't sleep well last night so I came out here." Well... that was the partial truth.

She had more like woken up to the hoot of an owl at the middle of the night. Curious, she had stepped out of the den to investigate. She hadn't been successful and instead found her lids falling. Without thinking she had fallen asleep off to the side of the camp, pretty much out of the way, but nowhere near the den. She had been there the whole night and just woke up out of discomfort later. It was a wonder that the owl didn't get her or that no one noticed her absence.

"I didn't know you were up!" She squeaked, looking at the brightening sky. She was a decently light sleeper. You'd think she would have woken up if he left the camp. He must have been really quiet and stepped very softly this morning. She pushed her face into his warm fur again. She loved the feel of her father's fur. It just seemed so comfortable and almost like a bed of soft moss. Then again, it could just be that she was tired. Her eyes drooped. That was more than likely it.

She gave another quick stretch and bounced a little way away from Brownspot and towards his kill. She turned her questioning gaze on him. Once more her expression was light, innocent, and eager. She was a curious creature, examining everything and keeping her nose out of nothing. No secret was safe from her. At least she kept it to herself, though. It was nice to privately hold a conversation with her dad. She always had the other kits around and never felt as special as she did now. Just a pleasant one-on-one.

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