That little feeling called dread(open)

[jaystripe]

Jaypool eyes opened. He sat up with a huge yawn and stretch, it was yet another morning. He had seemed to be in a rut same little accident same little treatment same everything. As he left his den for clearing he almost hope for something to have happened. Not that he wished harm to his clan mates but he just wanted some excitement for once. When all of the sudden a gigantic chill of dread came over him. Blinking just like that it was gone. He was not sure what to make of this. There was finally something to think about or was it. All of the sudden there were a million questions popping into his head.

[A lone tear falls]

The young kit peered outside the nursery, finally curious of the world around her. She slowly made her way out of the den where her siblings lay sleeping. Her silver blue fur shined in the morning lights and her blue eyes were bright with excitement. Ghostkit began to wander through camp without the notice of her clan mates. While wandering she found a huge rock and it seemed to have plenty of places to play. She began the, for her, long climb to the top. Her tiny claws dug into the rock, gripping and allowing her to pull herself. She sat panting at the top of the rock and looked down at the world around her. A butterfly fluttered around her head and she pounced at it. It was then that she realized her mistake. She let out a shrill cry as she fell, landing in an awkward position crammed into a crevice in the rock. Her leg was pinned beneath her and she shrieked at the sharp pain stabbing in it. She tried to wiggle free but only managed to trap herself further. She cried out in pain and terror hoping that someone would find her.