Who's the hunter? Who's the game? [p~Piekit]

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    It was such a clear, beautiful morning for an apprentice to be stuck inside the camp. Sure, the tortie could always just escape and go explore on his own, not like it was against the rules or anything; he was old enough! But still, where was the fun in going by yourself? Larkpaw was probably doing his medicine apprentice stuff, and who knew what Birchpaw was doing right now; Condorpaw hadn't seen him in a few days!


    There were plenty of cats around that he didn't know, or that he knew and was avoiding. Most were too old or too important to notice him, and he was perfectly fine not bugging a tiger or a bear.. So he looked for other apprentices, or even other kits to meet. Thunderclan was always welcoming in new kits, right? So there had to be one around here!


    The tom's amber eyes searched lazily, and once he spotted one shekit, he decided that she would be the one he would meet. He had seen her around enough time, or heard about her from his father to know she was at least five moons. Unfortunatly, Condorpaw didn't know her name, or her story. He just knew that she wasn't born here.

    [align=center]Piekit was stretched out on the ground, yawning. Running around preaching to others the glory of pie and proper grammar took a great toll on the young she kit. Not to mention that she was tired from her recent attempts at flying. She sighed; she probably should have given up by this point, but it was too important to her. One day, she would fly like her mother.


    Her bright blue gaze searched around camp until she spotted someone looking at her.

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    The tom had been looking for a second too long, and now the kit caught him; how awkward. Condorpaw tried thinking of reasons to why he was watching, but he came up blank. The only option left was to introduce himself and hope she doesn't get creeped out. He was oonly trying to be friendly and meet new people!


    The young tortie padded over to Piekit, who was strangely lying on the floor, and flashed her a friendly smile. "You seem tired, or like you need a friend. I don't think we've met before, I'm Condorpaw."

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    "Wow that's a pretty name, but one thing, what is p-y?" The apprentice meowed, a little confused, never hearing that word before in his seven moons of life.

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    The Cavallone was slightly embarrassed that he didn't know what it was. He didn't even agnolage the fact that he had said it wrong. But if she knew what the two leg idem was, did it mean she wasn't from here?


    "Wait, are you not from Thunderclan?"

    [align=center]She shook her head. "I was born a kittypet. I had a brother named Peter and a sister named Penelope. One day Ethan the kit savior found me and left me here." She had left out the part about her real name. She hadn't told anyone yet. She didn't want to.

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    Now, the tom hadn't heard much about kittypets from his friends, but he had heard a bit about the Two-legs that owned them. Condorpaw knew enough to say that some were just flat out cold when it came to pet care. Pet. That very word made his blood curtle. Cats shouldn't belong to people, nothing should belong to anything if it was alive.


    "So, by the sound of it, you didn't have a good home? Tell me when I'm stepping over the line here.."


    ((Eek, sorry for the inactivness. :'())

    [align=center]Piekit laughed. "Line? What line? I'm an open book," the femme joked, smiling. "It was actually pretty nice. My mother did cat shows all the time. She didn't like it all that much, but she said her old life wasn't as fun."