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Blazingkit wandered out of the nursery, stumbling really. His tiny paws tripping himself. The little tomcat swiped a licked paw over his ear and through his knotted whiskers. His red tabby coat was matted and full of moss bits and wood chips. The young tom glanced around the stirring camp. He watched for anyone to talk to. He padded to a shady spot in the camp, the fresh breeze blowing scents from the woods. His ears twitched, birds echoing in the air. The clear blue sky was being currupted by small white clouds. The golden sun was hidden for a moment by the clouds; Flame's copper optics widened as the yellow light streamed from around the sides of the white puff.