[WindClan Camp/Territory][Open] As we spent the day alone

Snowkit felt alone. Sitting alone in the middle of the open WindClan Camp she listened to the sounds surrounding her. Her mother was asleep, in fact the whole camp was asleep. Yet, she was here. Alone. Wondering. Her blind eyes stared numbly at the ground, never seeing. No, it were her paws that saw. Her ears that heard and her nose that found. Since she was born blind was it something she was used to. Now, she had to live with the fact she had to be stuck in the camp day after day. She could not hunt prey, chase enemy cats, defend the borders or travel with their new leaders to the Moonstone. Snowkit had learned to accept it in a way- or at least so she thought. The more hours she spend alone, frustrated for the most, she wanted more than just being utterly useless to the clan. She rose to her paws and walked. The vibrations in the ground told her where every obstacle was hiding, and she evaded them. With a swift jump landed she outside the camp and was she greeted with a harsh, unforgiving breeze right against her muzzle. She set some clumsy steps back and hacked. Snowkit felt a lot of vibrations, it kind of overwhelmed her what made her rethink her decisions to venture outside of the camp. Maybe she just should stay close to camp. That way, when she found out someone was coming she could jump back in and act like she was never away. She moved her toes to feel the cold ground under her paws and pricked her ears when a owl made a sharp call in the distance. Aware that everything that was not connected to the ground still could hurt her, Snowkit hid behind a large rock that covered her and made an excellent hiding spot. She probably would be facing the entrance of the camp in her current position. Silently, with her heart thumping in excitement she stayed where she was and tucked her paws under her chest for warmth. Slowly and unwillingly she dozed off..

Snowkit her head shot up, awake for no real reason. She turned her ears in every possibly direction and judged by the sound of birds and prey scattering about that the sun must have risen. She stepped out of her hideout into the sun and huffed. Indeed, the weak warmth of the sun on her pelt told her it was morning. She twitched her whiskers when a breeze hit her from around the rock. Shivering she flew back trough the camp entrance and ducked back into some clumps of grass and moss in front of the elders den. She nuzzled for warmth and let out a satisfied moan.