Well...Now What? (Open//Kits and Queens Needed!)

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    Fyriu felt himself nudged into the nursery as a voice behind him told him that this was where he would be staying. He was a gray timber wolf pup, smaller than average and very shy. He gazed around the nursery, seeing many faces of cats he couldn't recognize. He was barely able to speak to cats, and he was afraid of how they would react to him. Would he ever manage to fit in here?

    Ooc: can I be a queen named Moonsong? I have five kits but I don't need to rp them all, but if someone wants to role play one the info about them is in my siggie.

    ooc: of course you can rp your queen. :P It's open so that u can do anything you want here (as long as its in allowance of rules, of course).

    I hope you don't mind me popping in. c:


    A young flame point she cat trotted up to the grey timber wolf pup. "Hiya! Are you new? You must be! My name's Sunkit, what's yours? Say, would you like to be my friend?" the energetic she cat said excitedly.

    Fyriu felt his paws shake slightly from anxiety. "U-um..." he stuttered. "M-my name's...Fyriu. I'm a..wolf." His break in speech was more from a lack of understanding of cat language than his fear, since he tried to keep it inwards. He noticed more of a curiosity than a fear from the cats in front of him, and that they were friendly towards him. He was scared ever since that one warrior brought him before the leader, but it wasn't as bad as he kept making it out to be. These cats could be trusted...they were friends.

    Fyriu crumbled under the power of Palmkit before he turned onto his back and pawed back at her. He growled a bit; a playful, puppy-like growl that could never be deemed as really threatening. He liked having friends, it reminded him of his family before—before he lost them.

    Palmkit giggled. "I have a lot to show you" she declared and jumped off him. The little kit liked her pale brown coat to make sure it looked nice. "So where do ya come from?" She asked.

    Fyriu rolled back onto his paws, his ears twitching slightly. "I...I don't really remember," he said quietly. "I can't remember anything but that big fire..." As he started to speak about his past, his eyes grew distant and he looked away.

    "Yeah but being a kit is fun and all but being a warrior is where it gets really fun. Going on border patrols, fighting for the clan, and you could even become a deputy!" Stormkit said.

    Fyriu had life breathed back into him. "Really? The nice she-cat who took me here said that this would be fun," he said, starting to yawn a bit. He listened to the patter of rain outside; it was a harsh storm for such a dry time of the year.

    Fyriu blinked in curiosity. "Really? Those warriors are really strong, though, so they probably earned it," he said with a hint of jealousy.