head always in the clouds. (robinkit/open)

[eve]

A lump of ginger fur lay in the center of WindClan camp. The cat's chest rose and fell softly, the only sign showing she was even alive. Too many, it would probably seem as if the young she-cat was asleep with her deep, even breathing and her stillness, but she was simply gazing at the clouds, one of her favorite things to do.

A tiny white puff cloud floated across the sky reminding Lionpelt of a rabbit. Her tail flicked to the side, almost like an irritated twitch. The she-cat's belly growled with hungry, but she felt as if she didn't deserve to eat, she felt like she needed to hunt before she herself could eat.

The ginger she-cat stood up and stretched her legs, her muscles aching with lack of exercise. A wind blew against her pelt and she shivered kneading the ground with her paws.

The she-cat listened to the gentle murmur coming from the cats the other cats in the clan waiting to hear something about a hunting patrol. Not hearing anything, she let a tiny sigh escape from her. The ginger cat turned to a nice patch of sunlight and curled up letting the voices of her clanmates comfort her feelings of being alone.

[shrew]

she was tiny. a petite figure, and even smaller still because of her current age of two moons. the smallest out of her littermates, and probably the smallest in her clan currently. but that didn't stop the tiny she-kit from having a personality, of course not. she had a personality from the minute she was brought into this world. lazy. mean. smart. only three words that could describe her accurately.

around noon-high she awoke, blinking away the sleep that made her eye-lids heavy. she'd slept long, and was content, for her neither he den mother, nor her three siblings woke her up. but when she even thought about getting to her paws, her muscles tightened in protest. her stomach quickly urged her to get to her paws. she wasn't eating any solid food at all, so she laid down by heronwing to suckle demurring a lazy greeting.

after protesting being washed(but being washed anyway) she proceeded to go out into the clearing, even though she wasn't allowed. she was bored. the scents were overwhelming, of all different cats, only a few she could recognize. but it was exhilarating at the same time. a twitching tail caught her attention, and with tiny claws unsheathed she jumped on lionpelt's tail, letting out a mewl of delight.

occ; LOL. THIS SUCKS.