[justify][font=times new roman]A blue tabby tom of about 5 moons now watched all the faces around camp passing by, each doing their own thing. As he was a bit introverted, the kit didn't want to just waltz up to a random animal and start chatting away. No, he'd observe from afar, absorbing all he could before he turned 6 moons and he had to speak to someone-a mentor- whoever that might be.
Silver orbs tracked from its owner's resting spot beneath the early new-leaf sun. If Ententekit wanted to be a bodyguard, he was going to have to be assertive eventually, but having a friend or too before that would help him immensely in gathering his courage. He was sure that as soon as he became more familiar with members of WindClan, things were going to get simpler from there on out.