Task 1: Hero as a kit
Hawkkit stormed through the camp as the wind brushed up against his fur, moving in a serpentine through the cats to reach the medicine cat den. The small kit had been out in the meadow with Eaglekit and Falconwind, learning out to pounce and stalk because they had been restless in camp, causing a nuisance for the warriors and medicine cats. As he entered the medicine cat den, he rushed back Tigerlily who let off a snarl as he knocked against her, but the large kit was too excited to show his parents what he had learned to care.
“Mom! Dad!” The tom yelled as Fernfur, his mother, raised her head, turning her stern gaze towards him, eyes pressed with sleep.
“Be quiet, Hawkkit,” She snapped, “Robinkit is trying to sleep. You know she is very sick.”
“I know, Mom,” Hawkkit forced out quietly, ears pressed back. ‘It’s always about Robinkit,’ he thought to himself, turning away from where the small calico was laid against his mother’s side.
“Now, what is it?” She asked.
“Where’s dad? I want to show him what I learnt today?” Hawkkit blurted out excitedly, bouncing around on his toes.
Fernfur swatted her tail down on the ground. “Don’t be selfish, Hawkkit. Ravenfrost has gone out to gather moss and fresh meat for your sister and myself. He doesn’t have time for your kit games.”
Hawkkit just nodded his head slowly, lowering his tail to the ground as his body slumped, no longer desiring to show his father what he had learnt. “I’ll go play with Eaglekit then.”
“Yes, sure, go do that. Don’t be a nuisance to any of the other warriors either. We have a lot of duties and don’t need to be distracted.”
“Okay, mother,” Hawkkit sighed, walking out of the medicine cat den with his tail dragging against the ground.
As he exited the den, he was met by a sternfaced Eaglekit. “I told you she wouldn’t care. You’re the one always saying that, aren’t you?”
“I just hoped that this would be the time that they would. Whatever, I don’t care. We don’t need no parents and we don’t need no other sister. We’ve got each other and that’s enough,” Hawkkit snarled as his claws dug into the ground underfoot. “Let’s go.”
The two kits walked away from the den back towards the queen’s den, hoping to find a warrior who actually cared for them.
“Mom! Dad!” The tom yelled as Fernfur, his mother, raised her head, turning her stern gaze towards him, eyes pressed with sleep.
“Be quiet, Hawkkit,” She snapped, “Robinkit is trying to sleep. You know she is very sick.”
“I know, Mom,” Hawkkit forced out quietly, ears pressed back. ‘It’s always about Robinkit,’ he thought to himself, turning away from where the small calico was laid against his mother’s side.
“Now, what is it?” She asked.
“Where’s dad? I want to show him what I learnt today?” Hawkkit blurted out excitedly, bouncing around on his toes.
Fernfur swatted her tail down on the ground. “Don’t be selfish, Hawkkit. Ravenfrost has gone out to gather moss and fresh meat for your sister and myself. He doesn’t have time for your kit games.”
Hawkkit just nodded his head slowly, lowering his tail to the ground as his body slumped, no longer desiring to show his father what he had learnt. “I’ll go play with Eaglekit then.”
“Yes, sure, go do that. Don’t be a nuisance to any of the other warriors either. We have a lot of duties and don’t need to be distracted.”
“Okay, mother,” Hawkkit sighed, walking out of the medicine cat den with his tail dragging against the ground.
As he exited the den, he was met by a sternfaced Eaglekit. “I told you she wouldn’t care. You’re the one always saying that, aren’t you?”
“I just hoped that this would be the time that they would. Whatever, I don’t care. We don’t need no parents and we don’t need no other sister. We’ve got each other and that’s enough,” Hawkkit snarled as his claws dug into the ground underfoot. “Let’s go.”
The two kits walked away from the den back towards the queen’s den, hoping to find a warrior who actually cared for them.