Addicted to the Thrill [Open]

[⊙Grousekit]

The warm body heat of Grousekit's mother and siblings radited onto him, squrming slightly to get in a better position next to his mothers warm belly that curled around them. So far all his short life had consisted was of nursing from his mother and taking a few steps from the nest, then only to decide that it was too cold and rush back in to snuggle up to his siblings. Being the runt had a few set backs, for one he had a difficult time fighting for a place at his mothers belly, two, his siblings were so much larger and took up a lot of space in their nest. But a good thing was that he could snuggle up under and over his siblings without making significant weight onto them and causing them to wake, only when they rolled did he have to move or fear being shoved off the nest.

When the small kit woke a short while later, his mother, Ternfeather, had left the nest. All four of them were squished up into a tangled ball of limbs in the now decreasing of size nest. With a flick of his tail, which hung off the side, Grousekit felt no longer tired and full of energy. With a struggle, the tom got his back leg free from underneath one of his sisters, and leap down from the cotton fulled nest, full of shredded moss and foam from the inside of a pillow. The next part was more difficult, a long jump down onto the floor from the shredded sofa. This new obstacle came as a adventure for the kit, for he couldn't resist the invisible pull that was dragging him away from the safety of his den. But still their was the instinctive pull of instinct to go back and cuddle up with his brother and sisters.

Dismissing this thought away with a angry hiss, the tom took a big breath of musky air and leap from what to him was a huge height. But Grousekit had overestimated his own abilities and he was still a kit, his large paws slipped over each other as he pushed off the too soft surface of a pillow, flipping his back paws off the ground while his frount dug into the pill and resisted his forward motion. Before the kit knew it, he was falling towards the ground the wrong way up. But the small kit discovered something about himself that moment, his face turned to face the ground and instinct kicked in. Suddenly he knew which way was up, and which way he was facing, everything seemed to slow down as the ground still kept zooming up to face him. Twisting his body with all his strength to face the right way, the ground came up to meet him and his paws hit sideways since his twisting was delayed a little too long.

Toppling sideways before his legs could take the full impact of the fall, his side took the rest. The feeling of all his air being compressed out of his lungs scared the kit since when the shock loosened enough for him to take a gasp of air, it wouldn't come. The sickening feeling that he would never be able to take another breath, pushed the kit to try and scramble to his feet. Even though he just feel back down again, the few seconds of gravity not acting on his chest upon the floor gave him enough time to suck in another grateful breath of air. Grousekit knew one thing for sure, he wasn't going to do that again till he was older. Shocked and bewildered, the tiny tom lay there taking in huge gasps of breath like a fish out of water. But a huge pump of adrenaline had dulled the pain and the whole thing made his blood pump with the thrill of it all. But the one thing on his mind wasn't how he was going to get back up to the nest, it was how he was ever going to feel like that again, and if he could, he would.

Note: Don't mind who replies xD

[~ .ravenkit.]

Ravenkit was sound asleep. At least, she had been, until one of her siblings woke her up by moving around. She blinked open her eyes, vision blurry at first, then sharpening after she blinked a couple of times. Sight was something that was still new to the black kitten, something she had acquired only a matter of days ago. For a moon, now, she had lived in the nest with her mother and three siblings, unable to see the outside world. She hadn't even left the couch that the nest was on yet!

One of the first things that Ravenkit had noticed apon awakening was the absence of her mother. However, it wasn't something she was worried about. Ternfeather had taken to going on short morning walks now that the kits were old enough to do without her for a short time. She would likely be back soon, like every morning.

The solid black kitten's head perked up above the tangle of fur, tails, and legs. That was when she noticed something. Or, rather, the lack of someone. Her brother, Grousekit, was missing. Her head cocked to the side, wondering where he was. "Grousekit?" she mewed softly as she untangled herself, trying not to wake Drizzlekit and Mousekit. She padded over to the edge of the couch, laying down and peering over the edge.

Her brother's black and white pelt greeted her eyes. "Grousekit! There you are! What are you doing down there?"

notes; meh post, still figuring raven out

[⊙Grousekit]

Grousekit small ignorance mind knew nothing of the outside world, only the large, once luxuriant sitting room. Its four walls decorated with expensive objects that had long been destroyed by beast or time, even the wallpaper was loseing its grip upon the wall and hung lazily in the air. The couch wasn't enough for the kit, he had already explored it's surface, the ripped up pillows were fun to wriggle inside and the springs under the fabric were exciting to squeezes though. But he wanted more. More being the whole world, more being more than his brain could take of exciting new sights and feelings, he wanted to experience them all! One at a time, Grousekit, one at a time He told himself as the effects of he adrenaline started to ware off, exposing his fragile body to the wonders of pain.

Pain was strange feeling he was yet to figure out. It could be seen from being pleasurable to fearful, but still the kit could not understand those feelings yet, but he was yet to find them. Sharp shots of pain that sized his lacking muscles and inexperienced nervous, as he tried his feet again. His large kit sized paws were way to big for him, looking oddly proportioned to the tiny body. flexing the soft claws in and out sent chills of delight through his body, feeling his own power that could be in reach when his body was fully grown, the delight he will have testing himself out on other cats. The thought of apprenticeship delighted the kit, they would be giving him more of a loss rein and he would be able to explore the outer world.

The soft voice of another drifted to Grousekit's inexperienced ears, they still getting use to the unfamiliar sound waves that drifted into the ear canola, the different chemicals causeing the sounds to turn to high pitch voices. Turning to meet his own golden-yellow eye's to his sister, Ravenkit. The only similarity between them was that they were both called after birds, Grousekit had never met a Black Grouse, but he had seen what his mother had called a Raven sitting in the tree opposite the window. His sisters questioning confused the kit, didn't she too want to explore further than their now smelly nest? Didn't she want to see the world before they too turned to old, wrinkly elders? Self-consistently the tom looked at his own pelt, the soft but quiet wirely fur covering his body in a mixture of whites and blacks and when the dull light from the single window swept over his body, it shivered on the edge of a dark blue.

Shaking himself almost of all fear and pain he had just experienced, he answered his sister with a soft, crooky voice "C-c-come awnd join m-e-e! I'm go-go-going on an adve-adventure! Grousekit wasn't the best talker, his throat sometimes closing up midsentence because he forgot to breath. Neither was he the brightest kit, he wasn't very academic smart, talking becoming a growing problem for him and his vocabulary was very limited. Pronouncing long words sometimes had to be cut in half or spelt out for him to say them right, and his growing brain trying to take in as much as it can.

With that, the kit went bundling off along the turn-up carpet, tripping once in a while when his claws got stuck in the lose fabric. After what seemed a long time, the kit came to a hard, smooth surface of the once kitchen. The smell of fecies and other cats slapped the kit before he even took a deep breath, no scents of food came though the thick mist of smells, all the cupboards had been long raided of their contence by both cats and beasts. Grousekit's soft pads skid across the surface as he hit the brakes hard when he came to a large, long leg of some stone being, his claws gripping in vain at the slippery surface. Before he knew it, his body hit the table leg, since he was skidding around like a inexperienced ice-skater. Shivering with both fear and excitement, the kit dipped his head to the huge stone-looking cat with four, long, thing legs and a very flat belly. What the cat lacked was both a tail and head, but Grousekit was too scared to realized he was running away from a table.

Notes: Sorry, I didn't realized you had replied xD

[~ .ravenkit.]

Ravenkit's ears twitched as she noticed Grousekit's breathing. It was different somehow, something Ravenkit knew nothing about. "Are you okay, Grousekit? Did you fall?" The black kit had no clue that he had gone down there on purpose. She had no desire to leave her nice, warm nest. Anyways, how would she get down there even if she wanted to? They had only just started walking and none of her litter had mastered it yet. Ravenkit was close, but she still wobbled and fell every once in a while, not to mention that she was clumsy. 

Grousekit stammered, as usual, when he replied. "Grousekit, really, you're going to have to learn to speak up sometime. And no, I'm not going down there. Mother is going to freak when she gets back and you're not up here, anyways." And then he ran off. Of course he wouldn't listen to her; when did anybody listen to little Ravenkit? "Grousekit! Mother's going to have your tail!" Ravenkit was leaning as far as she could off the couch, trying to keep her eyes on her brother. However, she couldn't see through walls and was left in dead silence as his tail disappeared. 

Her inexperienced ears caught the crashing sound of Grousekit skidding into the table. Her heart leaped to her mouth and the black kit lost all fear in worry for her brother. She leaped down, landing roughly and rolled, legs unable to support the force. She scrambled to her paws and raced  in the direction of her brother, paws skidding on the smooth surface of the kitchen floor. Startled, Ravenkit slid into her brother, eyes wide. "Grousekit, are you okay? You scared me to death!" Ravenkit scolded as she untangled herself from her brother.