Next Moon...

[mystic]

Leopardkit
^{Give me your arms for the broken hearted}

Leopardkit sat staring at the full moon. Tonight meant she was six moons old. She had been born on a gathering night so many moons ago, well six moons ago. But for a cat who's only six moons, that seemed like forever. She wrapped her tail around her legs and sighed. Why hadn't she been made an apprentice. Not that it mattered. When Icewhisker got home, when she got home... Leopardkit made up her mind, she would talk to Icewhisker about becoming a medicine cat apprentice.


Then she wouldn't be Leopardkit anymore, oh no... she would be Leopardpaw. The tiny kit puffed out her chest. Maybe she'd be such a great medicine cat that she'd be called Leopardleaf, or Leopardhero... or Leopardawesome. The small cat grinned, caught up in her own fantasy as the whole clan, no all the clans cheered her name for getting rid of sickness forever.

(open for any sad sacks who aren't at the gathering)

[Amber]

Not one decent tom was around, why oh why did all the pretty cats have to leave and be taken away from her? No one was worth her time or her eyes. All of her eye candy was gone. Such a sad, sad day. How could she go on with life without a tom to look at? Especially her new friend, Smudgeclaw. That was the handsome tom she really wanted to shower her affections in...and other things. She could just bathe in his wonderfulness. The way his fur would match perfectly with her own...Beechkit shook the thoughts from her head as she exited the nursery.

The gray she-cat spotted the pelt of a denmate and padded closer. What was Leopardkit doing out here? The kit soon had thoughts that were new passing through her mind. What a pretty pelt the other kit had, if only she were a tom. Then again, Beechkit could find a way to make this work. "What's a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?" she mewed, sitting down next to Leopardkit, a large grin on her face.

[mystic]

Leopardkit
^{Give me your arms for the broken hearted}

Leopardkit had been contemplating the moon and was shocked by Beechkit. "Me?" She squeaked. "I was looking at the moon and thinking about being an apprentice. I'm six moons tonight you know." She blinked a little and yawned. "But I don't wanna be warrior." She added, sighing and looking at her paws. "Maybe Icewhisker will make me her apprentice, oh that would be wonderfull." she paused and looked over. "So what are you doing out here Beechkit? Surely you aren't contemplating the moon and the sky like I am." She sighed. "I wonder what the moon is."

[Amber]

Beechkit glanced back toward the nursery, and wondered what her siblings were doing. They were probably doing nothing that was fun, or just laying around. Then again, her idea of fun and their idea of fun was two completely different things. When Leopardkit spoke again the gray kit scooted a little closer. "You shouldn't worry about those things, it will make your fur dull and your eyes sad. We don't need any sad eyes, just happy eyes that sparkle and look beautiful." she purred.

Then Leopardkit had mentioned not wanting to be a warrior. "Well if you want to go that way, then I'm sure there is always someone willing to compromise. I will be a warrior, I am sure of that. And I will have plenty of handsome toms to look at and stare at all day long." The thought of that sent the kit into a daydream mode. All those toms, their fur blending together into a mass of handsomeness.

Her thoughts, such wonderful thoughts, were interrupted by a question from Leopardkit. "Me out here? It is a very simple matter. Staying in the nursery I don't get to see the wonders of the tom body, unless I look at my brother but that isn't saying much. Out here, I am in the open, I can see all, and interact with so many wonderful bodies. However, now that I see you. You have a pretty pelt. How did you get such a pretty pelt?"

[mystic]

Leopardkit
^{Give me your arms for the broken hearted}

Leopardkit looked over at her, blinking. "Why would you want to look at toms? They're no better than any other cat." she said. "I mean I respect the ones that are good warriors, but that's about it. They help the clan, but so do she-cats." she added. "I mean our leader is a she-cat and she's amazing." She shook her head, trying to understand why this kit was so obsessed with toms. Other kits in the nuserey had crushes, it never made sense to her.

"I don't understand, I mean. Why do you like toms. I don't. I mean, I like them but no more than I like any of my other friends." Then The little kit was off talking about her pelt. "I think I got it from my mama." She said.