MorningKit was the newest addition to the small SongClan. No one knows where she came from but she had wandered into SongClan only recently. The Clan had asked RiverClan if she belonged to them but they denied suggesting she was either a rogue or a kittypet. No matter what, the Clan took her in. Fortunately it turned out that MorningKit could eat meat already and was very hungry. But she could not speak, even though she was old enough to, it would appear she was mute. Not a mew left her lips.
She was gorgeous, a dark orange color with striking amber eyes. A sleek figure, long, nimble legs. Yes, she was a pretty sight. Just silent. She got into quite a bit of trouble.
Knocking down all the herbs and medicines off the shelves, wandering outside the Clan, pouncing on every cat, you name it.
She was nearly six moons old, nearing her apprenticeship but MorningKit had no warrior to be her mentor. What were they going to do?
She was gorgeous, a dark orange color with striking amber eyes. A sleek figure, long, nimble legs. Yes, she was a pretty sight. Just silent. She got into quite a bit of trouble.
Knocking down all the herbs and medicines off the shelves, wandering outside the Clan, pouncing on every cat, you name it.
She was nearly six moons old, nearing her apprenticeship but MorningKit had no warrior to be her mentor. What were they going to do?