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Post by ComplacentDevil on Jan 1, 2019 0:24:07 GMT -5
The large tomkit padded about, anxious almost. He was of the age to be an apprentice, and he wondered just what warrior would end up being his mentor. He had been coddled by his adoptive mother and unlike his other siblings he wasn't the most exploratory. Really the only warriors he knew was his mother. And Peachstar. But only because his mother talked about him and how Plumkit should be good so his leader would make him an apprentice. He gazed about the camp, wondering if any warriors were about.
Blissrose caught sight of the kit from across camp, eyes lighting up in recognition as she darted over to him. "Plumkit!" she cooed, having learned all the names of each kit in the nursery after obsessively stalking them and crying about how cute they were for about a week. "How are you? Is the the nursery too hot? Too cold? I crashed into it and had to fix it up the other day, so I'm anxious I screwed something up and everyone's dying of heat exhaustion or something...What about your stomach? Are you hungry? Can I get you anything?"
Post by ComplacentDevil on Jan 5, 2019 23:04:28 GMT -5
The cow speckled kit blinked, eyes widening in surprise at the appearance of the warrior. He looked about, his eyes flicking from side to side before settling on her again. "Oh! Uhh..." he mewed, quite honestly confused. He had only planned to watch, and was still nervous to be around the older cats. "No, uhhh... the nursery is fine... And no i'm not hungry..." he mewed, shrinking a bit aways from her. "Uh, thank you though."
Blissrose blinked. "Oh," she said, looking only slightly deflated. However, she perked up again at the realisation that Plumkit wasn't about to die of starvation any time soon. "Good!" she chirped, the change in her mood sudden and swift. "Well, you just call on one of us seniors if you need anything! We're not all one paw into the elders' den, you know! Some of us are still young and spritely, eheh..." Blissrose's ongoing quarter-life crisis had only worsened after catching sight of the young kit, apparently.
