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Since the day him and his siblings were brought to Fallclan by Jayjack, it seemed Masterkit's days were only filled with training. Which he did enjoy, and wouldn't complain about, but it had only just dawned on him as he made his way back to the nursery, the setting sun his reminder that he needed to get up early for another day of training, that he had not actually taken the time to get to know any of his clanmates in the couple of moons he had been living here. He was getting closer to his goal of being the best warrior, and of course he would be. A kit training with an aurulent all but guaranteed his future, but when was the last time he had done anything except for training? Even on the days that Jayjack was too busy to watch over them, Masterkit would continue with the training regime.
The dark grey tabby paused outside of the nursery, his head tilted as he wondered. What did others even do for fun? How did other kits spend their days?
Howlingkit darted out of the nursery, she hadn't been able to find any of her siblings. It was likely there were all sick and staying in the medicine den, but it was still odd not to find a trace of even one of them. She skidded to a stop in front of Masterkit. He seemed vaguely familiar but then again at least half the kits ignored her siblings and her. Apparently, they were cursed or something. Just because they were born on a blood moon and their mother died. The fact that some of them also had various maladies did not help either. But Howlingkit was trying her hardest to push past that and make something of herself.
"Oh, hello" She stopped to greet him. Perhaps he knew why it seemed half the nursery was gone in the medicine den.
