Post by Burning Falcon on Jan 17, 2007 16:53:45 GMT -5
The lean figure of a muscular, apprentice-age she-cat emerged from the Medicine Cat's Den, blinking the light into her pale emerald eyes. Her very pelt was similiar to that of the traitors Shadowheart and Tigerstripe although the way she acted made it seem as if they weren't even related.
Truth was, nobody knew they were related.
Padding to the fresh-kill pile, Stripekit dragged a large squirrel to the corner of the camp and began to take large moutfuls of its meat, her hunger clawing into her stomach. The taste was new in her tongue- until she and Coldkit "wandered" into ShadeClan territory. Her mother had fed them milk and when they started eating fresh-kill it had been rats stripped of mostly everything except their tiny muscles which was hardly filling, putrid with stink and just as tasteful.
Her thoughts wandered. What... was she supposed to do now? Wolfstar didn't trust her or Coldkit.
