Brooksplash

[lakeripple]

OOC: I'm trying out something new. I know that we are not allowed to write in first person in actual roleplays, but that is how I usually write for my own purposes. Let's see how it compares...

My eyes opened to a world of total comfort and joy. I could feel softness all around me and as I lifted my head my senses came alive. My mother, I could smell that it was her, nuzzled me, her black and silver fur smoothing my own. I learned that I was the first to open my eyes and looked upon my brother and sister haughtily. I surely must be the most strong.

My mother's housefolk were kind to me. They called me Flash, for the light that I made across the room when the sun hit my blue eyes. I gradually learned some of their speech, and heard that they intended to keep me and my siblings. Tinsel, my mother, was happy, as she said this meant that we could stay together, unworried about separation and mean housefolk.

It was a while before Tiger and Baby opened their eyes. Every day I boasted to their little blind bodies about how much I could see and they would swipe and me with soft paws. I was getting stronger. They were still weak little sacks of fur.

Of course, when Tiger began to grow some muscles, he got back at me. I will never forget the run to the top of the "cabinet" and my fear when I couldn't get down. Being so high was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. Though by the time the housefolk got me down I was quite upset. Tiger got a very big telling off from Tinsel after that and never again troubled me.

I loved when Tinsel would tell us stories about our father. His name, she said, was Mightyfoot, and he was a Clan warrior. FireClan no less. She said that he was the most handsome tom under the sky, and that Tiger was his spitting image, all tawny stripes over black fur. He was also the bravest, she said, for it was dangerous for him to love a house cat. It just wasn't done. Whenever Tinsel spoke of him her eyes would get all dreamy, and I held my breath, amazed at my father. He must truly be amazing if Tinsel was so full of him. And he must truly be amazing if he was my father.

Five happy moons passed this way, and finally we got to see Mightyfoot. He came to the fence and jumped it while the housefolk weren't home, pawing at the window for Tinsel. She shepherded us up to him and they spoke through a tear in the screen. Tinsel sounded so proud, showing us off to our father. His amber eyes were warm and he chuckled happily.

Then he dropped the bomb.

"Tinsel," Mightyfoot said in his growly voice. "I think that it would be best for the kits if they came to FireClan with me."

-To be Continued-