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The kit wandered the camp whilst pondering some things, ultimately not looking where she was going. One paw in front of the other.. Right, left, right, left. Steamkit had been acting just as outgoing as was expected, but right now, she wasn't acting like the obnoxious, questioning kit many others had probably come to know her as.
No, this was strange for the tabby; she was quiet and, while still being as oblivious as ever, was actually thinking things through. No specific topic or subject, really, just of her time in WindClan since she had arrived. Admittedly, it wasn't that long ago, but she still felt as if she could be doing more. Steam wasn't even sure she understood her thoughts at that moment.
Walking absentmindedly to the edge of camp, she sat her small frame down and stared up at the alignment of the night sky. Stars were always things to admire, and the sparkling of them allowed the kit to be lost in their shine. Losing track of all previous train of thought, the femme only thought of the little balls of light and their pretty formations.
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