[align=center][div style="0px; width:500px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 11pt; line-height:13px;"] The thought of running through Windclan territory was probably a dream every Windclan kit was born with. He always wondered what it would be like to run as fast as he could without being confined to the camp. Pebblekit knew it was for his safety but sometimes it was so boring, he could hardly stand it. But he would be an apprentice soon enough and that was what made it fine, he could wait a little longer. His eyes searched the camp with something to do, knowing most were busy with their daily duties. ""
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windclan - apprentice - 6 moons - boy - npc x npc
wax didn't leave camp, so most of his duties were in camp. the male had been picking out any rotten prey out of the pile to throw out when he saw the two and decided to move over. "hey, you two." he greeted, stretching his long and lanky legs.
/sorry this sucks
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AND NOW I SEE THE SUNLIGHT
I FEEL GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 13px;"]snailkit didn’t slip out of camp often. however, that didn’t mean she hadn’t. she spaced out her attempts and stayed out late, using branches for training and hunting little mice, which would appear on the pile later, a small but decent snack. running laps had been a lovely pastime, but it wasn’t frequent. though it was seen as being disobedient, she perceived it as extra training.
however, the tortie’s pelt could not be seen on the open moor that day. instead, she stayed in camp, trying to find shiny or interesting rocks to decorate dens. stopping close to pebblekit, rapidpaw, and waxface, she listens for a few seconds before settling. dropping a smooth but plain stone, she greets briefly, â€Âhello.†contemplating before nudging the rock forwards, she decided there were more rocks that she could use. â€Âdo any of you want this? i think it’s pretty cool.†offered she, flicking her tail slowly back and forth.
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ashes to ashes, dust to dust [color=#cd5c5c]♛ ♛ ♛
( and everything will fade and rust )
[align=center][div style="0px; width:500px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; line-height:13px;"] The kit had thought about leaving camp alone once. But the idea of having to fight something or defend himself in any matter was scary. Pebblekit knew he was fast but faster than a fox or owl? No way. The feline looked at the cats that gathered around him, happy that not everyone was too busy to say hello. He gave them all a small nod, "Hi Rapidpaw, Waxface, and Snailkit." boy, names were hard sometimes. Pebblekit looked at the rock that the other kit had managed to get their paws on. Maybe this was a sign of friendship? He would like to think so. "Where did you find that?" silly question, probably somewhere inside of the camp. "Why are you giving it away?" that was a better question.
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windclan - apprentice - 6 moons - boy - npc x npc
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The small kitten bounded up to the scene, her eyes bright and cheerful as she skidded to a halt beside Waxface, a feline she had decided was a friend of hers, no matter what he might think. In honesty Morningkit considered herself a friend to all, it was important that everyone felt loved and cared about. And she had an infinite amount of love, she loved everyone oh so much. Tail twitched as she sat down, tilting her head as she looked at the rock offered as a gift. "Hey there!" The kitten squeaked a cheerful, high-pitched greeting. She was almost old enough to be an apprentice, and honestly, she was thrilled for the ceremony. "What are you up to?" The kitten added curiously.