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Peacefulkit could be found roaming the side of a jagged cliff on the side of the mountain, his head lowered as he made his way forward. He had slipped off on his own in order to think, to get some new thoughts in his head. He was quite observant, and couldn't help but notice how some people were beginning to get a bit upset about the whole enforcer and StarClan thing. He had joined not all that long ago, so he didn't have a clear concept on what the rank exactly did. He only knew that they helped enforce some Warrior Code. The child didn't exactly follow it, though, seeing how he didn't really believe in StarClan. He didn't really know what it was where he had been residing before coming to WindClan. He had a whole other religion. He had some worries that because of his beliefs he would have restricted freedom, so he'd be keeping it to himself at the moment. The male, actually, had made up his own religion. It was part of the reason why he had been bullied a lot at his old home, giving him another reason to keep it his little secret. The male raised his gaze to spot a rock poking out of the side of the peak, causing him to quicken his pace before he prepared himself to leap, jumping on top of the boulder, almost slipping, but quickly catching himself. He looked behind him, seeing the few feet he had jumped to get up there. Turning his attention forward, his blue eyes would widen at the sight of rocks below, including the change of gray to red, orange, yellow, and brown forest. The wind picked up as he stared, ruffling his brown fur and sending a bit of chill up his spine, making him wince slightly at the cold. But there the kit would remain, feeling smaller than usual as he stood there, watching the nature unfold before him.
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