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Peacefulkit lay outside of the nursery, his ears pressed back against his head as he tried to block out all the noise around him. The distant conversing of some warriors sharing their lunch, the constant crunching of the grasses when people passed over them, and worst of all, the other children that stay by their mother's sides back in the den. That had to be the worst of all. Soon enough, though, the brown tom let out an irritated groan, getting to his paws in a huff and trotting quickly over to one of the side's of the camp's walls, in which he lay down once more, curling himself up. He glanced over at his hind, noticing his small stump of a tail. He'd often see cats curl their long and glorious tails around their bodies whenever cold or when trying to be proper. He had reason to believe that a tail was someone's pride, in which he had none, for his had been removed at a young age. Of course, he was still a child right now, but he hadn't been as matured back then. Sighing, the kit would look up at a small, distant plot in the sky, indicating that their was a bird flying with the wind's gusts.
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