Escape

The kitten looked at the entry of camp with an annoyed expression on his face. He wanted to go outside so badly, to explore and see what dangers really were outside those walls. He didn't believe half of the stories the queens told him about evil cats and monsters, but the ones he believed he didn't find scary. Nah, every time he heard those stories he just shrugged and moved on. It wasn't like he was going to hide for them or something. If they really were out there, why not let them come already? He was going to face them one day either way. Now he was just really bored. It felt like the adventure was calling him. He felt like he had to sneak out of camp, he just had to. It didn't help that he also wanted to. Crosskit got up and quickly looked around him. No-one was watching him, so he decided he could at least try. He sneaked towards the entry, trying to do this as stealthy as he could. His pupils were extremely dilated, showing that he actually did find this quite exciting. Normally his excitement-level was really high, but this triggered it. His heard pounded in his chest and all his muscles were tense. He was so close to the entry, he could almost feel the wind coming from it. Unfortunately, a cat was coming his way. The kitten's eyes widened. No, he was so close, he was not going back. So he quickened his pace and ran as fast as he could. The cat yelled for him to stop, but he only seemed to go faster and before he knew it, he was outside. He did it. But he didn't stop yet, no, he had to hide; he knew the cat was going to follow him. So he quickly hid himself inside some bushes, and waited for the cat to go away.

- open for everyone

The tom had gone hunting in the plains of his Windclan territory. He had brought back a mouse - a small one, sure, but still someone would be happy with it. Maybe a queen, who had to nurse her kits, of maybe an elder, who had done so much for their clan. Or, ofcourse, a warrior - the generation that worked now, at this very moment. They made sure the clan was healthy and strong. A bush near him rustled. Neverland dropped down in a hunting crouch in an instand, slowly and carefully dropping the mouse that hung from his strong jaws. He crept closer - trying to catch the animal he thought was prey. The wind blowed towards him, and the smell made him stand upright again. He recognised it.. Wat was her name again? Oh, he remembered. "Crosskit, come out please." The kitten was almost old enough te be outside, but then again - almost was never good enough.