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If Brokenkit had been human, there was something about her that seemed like she would have been the poster child for "religious summer camp kid". You know the ones. The kids with their hair in a ponytail or slightly scuffed up braid, dressed up in a camp shirt or a tie-dye, but they're just a bit too lanky and athletic for it so they have to pull it off to the side in a knot. Normally one of those billed caps are on their head, a bible verse written across it or a religious camp motto of some sort, and normally that pony tail mention earlier is hanging out of the back. Maybe in their arms - which are, by the way, likely covered in at least three rubber bracelets each with a different verse - is a thick traditional leather bible which, by some miracle, is the only part of their outfit that isn't slightly displaced by whatever team sports they've given their all in playing for the glory of god. You know, that religious summer camp kid.
There was nothing in particular about her appearance that one could really have pinpointed for that atmosphere, however. Her appearance in itself was rather weird, not "poster child-ish" at all. Her vanilla blonde pelt was dappled with tear drop blacks splotches creating an illusion of an appearance like raven wings, her eyes topped and lined by an inky black that looked like someone had half given up giving her a mask, and those weird pink 'stripes' that lined her neck, which were actually numerous scars that would likely never fade away. But there was just something in her smile and the way she batted her copper eyes towards all the Dayclan cats that passed by in a way that just said starting a conversation with her would take an hour and probably be all about the Sun God and his love for them that gave her that atmosphere right to a 'T'.
And that was exactly what she planned to do. Find a Dayclan cat who would bother to talk to her, and let them know that - just like her - they could be saved and experience the true and fulfilling life only following the Sun God could give.
Many DayClan cats were resentful of the situation, rebelling against the system and preferring to go through torture before going through initiation. Tart, formerly known as Trailpaw before she switched to the sort of name an Initiate carried, was not one of those cats however. The short-legged she-cat was thrilled at the thought of going through SunClan's initiation, seeing how they lived and what rules they lived by. She was incessant in her hunt to learn more about her temporary home. To a SunClan cat, however, that mentality was a problem. Not necessarily her eager search to learn about the Clan, but her view as SunClan being no more than temporary. To Tart, even DayClan was temporary. Of course the Clan that first took her in, full of such nice cats and great role models like Glowstar - or was she now Glowromance? Maybe that weird name the SunClan cats called her by? Strikehedownyadaisy or whatever it was? - was great and she would always return to it eventually, but SunClan especially never seemed like it even could be permanent to her. Their rule against wandering, with a hunt for cats who left the Clan even for a little bit, was far too restrictive. She wanted to wander. She loved to wander. It was what led her to DayClan, and her unending curiosity only drove her further past the new borders she had still relatively recently gotten accustomed to.
She was a friendly cat. Perhaps a bit too friendly, especially for a potential member of SunClan. She didn't have reservations between SunClan, DayClan, or SpringClan. She didn't care if she was speaking to a fellow Initiate or a captor or captive. They were all just cats. And with everyone grouped up together like this, she saw it only as an opportunity to make friends. The feathers she stubbornly clung to had been given to her for a reason after all, the bluejay feathers wedged into her soft fur representing friendship. She was drawn to other cats, and today she was drawn to the black-dappled kit batting copper eyes. Many of her Clanmates might've avoided the kitten, but Tart didn't care. She met the look in the kit's eyes with a bright smile and a short, excited hop in her direction. Others might be put off by the 'bible camp kid' aura given off by Brokenkit, but Tart loved the sorts of interactions the younger she-cat's expression suggested she would offer.
"Hiya," she chirped, fluffy tail waving in greeting. "My name's Trailpaw. Or, well, I guess it's Tart right now..." She trailed off for a moment in thought, still not entirely used to her 'rogue' name, before she focused back onto Brokenkit. "What's your name?" she asked, head tipped to the side with a wide, eager smile on her face.
