Fawnkit
It's just begun...
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The sun shone into her eyes as Fawnkit trodded out of the nursery, determined to get something done today. The warm breeze ruffled her fur and she was glad for it, remembering that soon, now that it was leaf-fall, the warmth would slowly dissapear. She wasn't sure what that meant, for she had never experienced leaf-bare, but from what she had heard, it did not sound pleasant.
There have already been changes that Fawnkit had noticed - less birds would sing in the morning, the sun would rise later than she'd expect it to and set earlier than she'd wish. Warriors have also stopped bringing in young birds to eat, as if there had not been many left. And, one thing Fawnkit did not understand, was the swallows. They started to gather in flocks, waiting for their number to grow and then they would fly away. She had never seen them fly in such numbers and all leave in the same direction. She had usually only seen multiple swallows before it would rain, the birds hunting insects, and her clanmates, in turn, hunting the swift flyers.
"Where are they going?" she wondered, not realising she asked it out loud, looking at another flock of swallows, ready to take off. The amount of these black and white birds she had seen was so big, she couldn't even begin to comprehend it. Their red heads and sharp wings made them easy to distinguish from other birds, but the more flocks that took off, the less she had seen them. "It's as if they are leaving... but where to? And why?"
Fawnkit barely understood the way the clans worked, thinking about why other animals behaved the way they did was a bit too much for her, but she was curious nonetheless. She wondered what it must feel like, to not have quick paws for running, sharp claws for climbing and fighting, nor keen eyes to see in the dark. On the other paw, the birds above her had one massive advantage - they could fly. Was it easier to catch prey when one had wings? And easier to escape predators? Surely not, Fawnkit thought, glancing at the freshkill-pile. Nearly half the prey in it was birds. But then again, it looked fun. To be able to soar the skies, flying among the clouds, with no care in the world. Maybe she would like it, if given the chance...
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