Your never to young to start thinking about these things

[font=Cambria]"Hello, Dear Pinekit," Frost mewled softly, padding towards the young kitten with her paws making both imprints and crunching sounds whenever she pressed down hard enough into the sand. The crunching sounds were almost like distinct like the crunching of leaves in the Autumn. A small, playful smile appeared on the Viceroy's maw. Pinekit was one of those kits whom she admired, always being there and friendly, just as she was when she was a kit. "How are you?" She truly hoped that she wasn't disturbing the young kit, no, that certainly wouldn't be good now, would it?
The apprentice waved the ocean swallow the waves up in a single gulp, then spit them back up onto the sandy shore. It was a calming feeling, with the breeze present, and the sea air filled with sea salt. It was remarkable how this place was made, was it not? It almost made Frost want to be named something parallel, along the lines of the ocean. Perhaps Oceana or Aqua, something along those lines. But then, she wouldn't be known as Frost then, would she? She wouldn't be known as the apprentice she was today. That was exactly why history was so important, so vital, even though there were many, her roleplayer included, that could drown out history by inventing their own creative ways of distracting themselves.

[font=Cambria]"You think?" Frost mewled pointedly, turning slightly to smile up at the tuxedo she-cat that had come to join them. Think? Or know? She asked herself silently, not knowing the answer to the question that she had asked. "How are you doing, Chinabelle," the alabaster apprentice added softly, a smile upon her pure white maw. Yes, more little warriors to come, hm? That hadn't happened for a while, hence, so few apprentices were around. She had only known about two... Perhaps three, but that was truly it.
A flicker of thoughts swirled in her mind for a moment. More warriors, more friends, more clan mates, bigger population... That all sounded really good to her, she didn't know about anyone else though. But besides having more clan mates soon, what was even more confusifying (not a real word, but just using Galinda, no sorry, Glinda's dictionary) was that Pinekit wasn't even sure of his own emotions. It was either that he was definitely confused, or that he was just trying to hide the real feelings that he was experiencing, deep down inside of him.
"Wanna spill the beans?" She asked, turning to the younger tomkit, wondering exactly what he was thinking at the moment. Of course, with her two powers, she still wasn't granted with the power of telepathy. She would have to be extremely good to be able to get that power.

[font=Cambria]"Oh," Frost mouthed, not speaking, but her lips moved automatically. She then nodded to Pinekit, placing her tail upon her maw. Then she let her pure alabaster tail drift towards the ground. "Who is your father?" she asked curiously, tilting her head over to one side. "Not to be nosy, of course," she added hastily as she began to shake her head slightly, from side to side for a moment, then stopped.
She was slightly tensed up from what Pinekit had told her, but she made her promise to him. But she had noticed that his mother had been more protective; at first, the row with Stickykit was something she thought was sheer motherly protection, it was normal. But then, she began seeing this a lot more frequently then it was truly asked for. Poor Icetalon, what would make her like this? She must really love her mate, but does she believe he's gone? Is that why she putting her kits into feather-lines nests? It wasn't literal about the feather-lined nests, or at least she wasn't aware of any type of feather-lined nests. And Pinekit shouldn't really be thinking about this stuff now, should he? He's way too young to get wrinkles and white muzzle hair, she added, suppressing a dry laugh.