just chillin' [open]

[•• hawky]

Lifting his head, the young tuxedo tom shivered slightly, feeling the cold winter air chill his bones. Because he had short fur, he was feeling colder than most cats. Plus, he was only a kit.

As he looked around the Riverclan camp, Saltkit's blue gaze rested on the medicine den. Blinking, he tried to spot Lilypads, but was unable to because he was so far from the den. He was sitting outside the nursery while his mother slept peacefully in her nest. As the tom sat alone, he began to wonder where everyone was.

[Elmo]

The reeds around the camp whistled softly, rustling as a brown form weaved about in them. For a moment the combination of sound and sight was slightly eerie, until the deputy poked his head from the reeds. Brown eyes blinking warmly as they shifted along camp, a fish dangling in his jaws. It had been pure luck that had allowed him to catch this damned thing and while it was small it was likely a bigger meal then any mouse or squirrel found among the forests.

Dropping his catch onto the pile the brown ticked tabby stretched, shivered as his own short coat was assaulted by the cold winds. Summer couldn't be further away...

[•• hawky]

Saltkit looked up as Shiftingreeds entered the camp, ears pricked. Getting to his paws, he bounded over to the tom, sniffing the freshkill. "That's a big fish," he commented casually, cerulean eyes bright.

[Elmo]

The Riverclan deputy turned, blinking down at the pint-sized kit with a hum of amusement. "If the water wasn't nearly frozen it would have likely been bigger," he meowed smoothly.

He was obviously a cat in control of himself and at home with his environment. Shiftingreeds didn't really want to talk about the lack of good prey however and so, with an interested sniff he asked, "how old are you now, Saltkit?"

[•• hawky]

Saltkit nodded, studying the prey. "Five moons," he answered, still looking at the fish. After a few moments, however, he threw his head back to stare up at Shiftingreeds through sparkling eyes.

[mystic98]

Mosspelt slipped out of the Warrior's Den and streched, wanted to feel the warm sun rays hit her slender body. To her disappointment, the sun was hidden behind the dark, winter clouds. She shivered as she felt icy wind brush through her fur against her skin. Her shaking did little to create warmth for her.

She padded up to the freshkill pile and saw Saltkit and the deputy. "Hello there, Shiftingreeds," she said as she dipped her head toward the tom cat. "And hello, little kit," she greeted the affable kitten.

[Elmo]

"You'll be an apprentice in no time at all then," he meowed, smiling softly. Finally, more apprentices and soon more warriors for the clan. Exactly what they would need to fend off Thunderclan and survive... he refused to finish his own thoughts, knowing they were disloyal. Their leader was fine and would continue to be fine.

Hearing Mosspelt the tabby tom turned his head, blinking a warm welcome. "Hello Mosspelt," he meowed.

[•• hawky]

The bi-colored kit nodded, although he had his mind set on a different career. "Good," Saltkit mewed. He glanced up at Mosspelt and smiled at her. "Hi," he answered.