Original work by: Ravenkit on 01/18/12

Ravenkit bounded up and down, excitement filling her paws. "Who's here?
Who's here?" She questioned rapidly, her breath frosty in the Leafbare
weather. A new, strong scent filled the young cat's nose as he peeked
through the entrance of the soft MeadowClan nursery.
"Shhhhh!"
Dawnrise, Ravenkit's mother dragged the kit towards the back of the
nursery. Ravenkit peeked through a hole in the nursery wall. Maybe it's a good thing they never bother to fix this nursery! It's as old as my mom! Ravenkit
stuck her nose through the whole. She smelled the strong scent again,
although it mingled now more with the tight moor to the east of
MeadowClan territory.
Ravenkit gazed out and managed to hear the
hushed whispering voices of wandering cats and the more serious tone of
their leader, Foxstar, and a mysterious, gruff mew. That was one of the
kit's many talents: excellent hearing. Ravenkit leaned in to hear more
of the conversation. SPLASH!
"Yuck!!" Ravenkit
meowed, a little to loudly. She had landed in the dirt pile, to the side
of the nursery. A mysterious clump smelled faintly of Lightfoot, a
delicate she-cat. Not so delicate anymore, Ravenkit thought bitterly wading in the foul-smelling dirt.
"No, it's just a kit!" The mysterious cat stood glaring over the dirt pile, a distasteful look on his dark face.
"Ummm, hello?" Ravenkit tried.
"I am Darkmoon, have we met before?" Darkmoon's expression turned
into a confused jumble of trying to remember something. But Ravenkit
knew and remembered who he was. She felt like cowering, but as long as
he didn't remember her, she was safe.
"I don't believe we have
met, I'm Ravenkit." The shadowy kit mewed cautiously. Darkmoon just
grunted in return, right before he padded away and into the entrance to
the leader's den which was the Stone Tree.
That night Ravenkit worried. "Darkmoon..." She whispered, "I hope our leader knows what trouble you'll cause in the future."

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