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Willowkit

The sun was coming up and setting the whole territory of WindClan on fire with that rich light that looked both bright and dark. The yellow sands turned to gold and the grass like fine strands of shadow. It was what Willowkit loved about her WindClan. Not only was it beautiful, but it was also filled with beautiful members. Of course, the most beautiful to Willowkit was her mother, Ashrose, but everyone in the Clan, Willowkit thought, had beauty in them. Whether it was plain to see on their face, or if it was hidden within their heart. Either way, Willowkit loved it. And she loved to make trouble in it.

Oh, what Willowkit would give to have a day where she could cause trouble and not actually get in trouble. My, that would be a miracle by StarClan's toes! The little silhouette in the light gave a shudder and then a small leap to get to her feet. She felt so much energy for it being this early. No one was even awake yet except for the cat who took the night patrol in camp. Somehow Willowkit had managed to sneak past her mother's watchful eye this morning. Ashrose must've been exhausted from the previous day's activities. What with Silverwing and all. She noted that Ashrose looked somewhat relieved when they had left the cat's presence and yet...she acted slightly happier afterwards too. Ah well, that was no concern for Willowkit. She had a whole camp to explore and cause trouble in!

On stubby legs she ran from the edge of the camp to the freshkill pile (or what was left of it). Since it was leafbare, there was hardly anything there. A sorry looking scrap of a gull and a mouse. That certainly wasn't enough to feed a clan. She eyed the mouse and reminded her that when the rest of the Clan woke up she would take it for her mother and the other queens. For now, Willowkit would keep her good eye on the lookout for prey from the safety of the camp. But in the meantime...

Willowkit ran from the freshkill pile back to the edge of camp again. And then from there to the warriors den, and then to the medicine cat's den then back to the edge of camp. So much running to do! So little time! Willowkit huffed and puffed with energy. She would be the fastest cat in WindClan if she had anything to say about it!

Then of course, there was the tom who was the reining champion of speed in Windclan- not that he was proud of it, for his long legs were an awkward problem indeed! So awkward in fact, that the tom at hand had been build his own section of apprentice den, so he wouldn't bother the others, and yet still, his gangly limbs stuck out at some angle or another. It was definitely not a recipe for a good night's rest, and with a quite groan, the large and long-legged Sunpaw dragged himself out of his ill-formed nest and out into the watery early-morning sunlight. It was not uncommon the the young tom to rise well before his clanmates, and this morning was no different. A yawn parted his muzzle and he stretched himself to his full length, joints popping with the movement, and muscles spasming under his golden spotted pelt. At first glance, one may believe the large tom was a warrior, handsome, and powerful, but the clumsy kit was no more than an apprentice, barely half way towards finishing his training. It gave the other apprentices some ammo to shoot jokes at him, but as an even tempered young man, he never let it bother him. He glanced at the fresh kill pile and crinkled his nose- not much to look at, a mouse, and a scrawny gull. Oh how he hated gulls, they liked to scream and swoop at him when he was near the coast line, attacking him as he passed, and they weren't very good to eat, either, lacking meat while tasting of fish and feathers!

In the end, he decided he wasn't so hungry, and began to pad quietly around the camp, looking around and keeping an eye on things. His first go around, he was ready to go settle down somewhere and groom himself, not much was happening, he wasn't invited for the dawn patrol, the hunting party hadn't left yet, and most of the clan was asleep. Just as he was going to turn and move to his favorite spot- a shape caught his eye, bolting around, full of energy and spunk- and there she was, little Willowkit. The small she-kit had a bad reputation in the clan as a troublemaker, constantly causing terror. Now, she seemed to be racing herself, from one end of the camp to the other. He figured she wasn't supposed to be out, and his mother would disapprove, but he didn't feel his place to correct her- he was barely older than her, even if he towered over her, already nearly the size of a warrior, and growing. Many cats whispered that he was secretly some sort of wild clan ancestor, massive and prowling- although the tom new better, recalling his kittypet origins. Now for all the trouble Willowkit caused, he had a soft, found spot for the little kit- if only because she filled in the parts he lacked- ambition, a need for adventure, and so he lived those parts of life through her, often reveling in her antics, however quite and nervously from behind, a strained smile on his face and a wild glint in his eyes. Now, he figured, however she wasn't causing any trouble. Regardless, she was one of the few cats up, and he quickly padded over to her general direction, despite her bolting back in forth, beginning to watch her intently- what was she out to do, anyway?

"Uh, good morning, Willowkit." He meowed warily, tilting his head at her. "What are you... doing?"

Willowkit

The wind ruffled through the kit's thick fur as she bolted to and fro. Nothing could beat the feeling of running Willowkit had often thought. Though being with her mother was a close second. From the corner of her eye, Willowkit noticed a figure watching her. She turned a sharp corner and skidded to a stop. Her long legs almost bending as she stopped.

"Uh, good morning, Willowkit." He said in a nervous tone. "What are you...doing?" Willowkit gave a breathy laugh as she looked at the tom. She remembered him. It was Sunpaw, an apprentice. Why was he noticing her? He was in training and he had so many things he probably had to do. Why was he talking with her? Willowkit pondered on these things. She was only half a moon away from becoming the age to be named an apprentice so maybe he was inquiring about that? Yeah, that was it!

"I'm just...practicing." She huffed and gave him a smile. "I want to be the fastest runner in the Clan! Also the best fighter." She stood on her hind legs and began swiping at the air. She lost her balance and tripped over her tail and fell on the earth. She giggled at herself as she got up to dust herself off. How embarrassing! She sat down and licked her paw to groom her ears. As she swiped a white paw over a dusty brown ear, she asked him, "What're you doing up so early? I thought apprentices slept later than kits did." She stared at him with her green and blue eyes, wishing for the first time, that she could see through both, just so she wouldn't look strange.

She got a better look at him. A wiry fellow with a golden pelt. At this time though, he looked closer to a light brown because of the sunrise. On his golden pelt he had dark patches as if someone had smudged black dirt on him. His stared at her with bright, green eyes and Willowkit felt very self-conscious. Why was he looking at her like that? Willowkit felt her ears grow hot. Toms! They never know how to be polite and to not stare at others. Willowkit shuffled her paws in embarrassment. Why was he looking at her like that?