Hover like a Bumblebee, sting like a Wasp! (Open, meet Waspkit)

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    Anyone who looked in the nursurey probaly thought they were going crazy, snoring was heard, but no kit was asleep! Or so they would've thought. Suddenly a tiny tortoiseshell kitten with white paws appears, and he looks to be just waking up. This kit had been there for a day now, but no-one seemed to notice. Until he decided to walk outside the nursury.

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    Crookedspirit would swoosh himself over in a hyper gesture. For some reason he felt excited for the scene. He would greet and introduce himself to the unfamiliar kit muselessly and politely. [color=green]"Hello, I'm Crookedspirit."     he would greet with a dip of his head to the kit politely.



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    "Hey, kiddo. I'm Phoenixpyre, but you can call me Nix." The flame-like figure meowed upon approaching the scene, forcing herself to smile over at the kitten as she padded up beside Crookedspirit. Her soul was weary from the constant grief that followed her; four of her friends and Clanmates had departed from the world within a month's span, leaving the usually optimistic head general numb from such sorrow. Still, she would at least make an effort to appear happy for a kit.