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    [justify]It was early morning and yet the brown tabby kitten was awake and moving. Already having left his nest (he shared the nest with his sister and the generous queen who had fed them despite the fact that they weren't her own) the young son of Diva and Dawnguard could be seen making his way towards the nursery entrance, aiming to get out of the den and out into the main camp. It was a chilly morning and the only thing that had been keeping the young boy warm was the bodies curled up around him, and now without their warmth the short furred lad could certainly feel the cold. Shivering slightly as his body got used to the chill, the young male carefully and quietly padded in between nests of sleeping queens and their kids. Reaching the entrance, the male slipped through and out into the dawn morning.


    As he emerged out into the even chillier morning, the boy felt his fur stand on end slightly, the chilliness seeping through his skin into his bones. He wanted to turn around but something had caught his attention. Briar's wide amber eyes were locked on a few warriors by the camp entrance, obviously the dawn patrol ready to leave. They were tall, strong looking and talked between one another with smiles on their maw. They were warriors. At two moons of age, becoming a mighty warrior was the dream for the somewhat quiet youngster. He wanted to grow up with his sister Moose at his side through the journey, but the whispers of other kits tended to confirm what he already knew. There was no way a completely blind girl could be of any use as a warrior.


    Shaking the thought from his mind, the tabby turned around as the dawn patrol headed out, deciding that with nothing else left to watch there wasn't much point in being out. Yet as he'd zoned out watching the dawn patrol, he hadn't heard the telltale sound of paws approaching. Not being aware of anyone else's presence other than his own, the large boy had spun around only to slam straight into someone, a look of surprise forming on his maw.

    Scarkit had spent nearly the entire night awake, tossing and turning. Poor Littleclaws probably hadn't slept a wink either as a result. The queen had generously taken Scarkit in when she learned that the girl had no one to look after her. She had to admit, it was nice finally having someone to share a nest with again. Before she had been forced to run from her home, she had spent her entire life sleeping next to Ocean, her only littermate. But then Ocean had died, Scarkit had fled, and up until Littleclaws had adopted her, her nights in RiverClan had been spent in an itchy, lumpy nest that she had made herself.


    Now that she was here, and safe, all the girl wanted to do was protect and provide for the clan that had rescued her. She had arrived malnourished and gravely injured, and they had fed her and tended to her injuries. She wanted with all heart to learn to hunt and fight so that she could repay them; be useful to the place she now called home.


    Scarkit had left the nursery long before any other cat had been out and about. She had spent most of the morning exploring the camp–or at least, what little she hadn't gone over ten zillion times already. It probably would have been more fun with a friend, but most of her friends were already apprentices. She knew some of the other kits of course, but not well enough to call them friends.


    She sat down and watched absently as the dawn patrol left the camp, wanting more than anything to be going with them. She stared after them for a few heartbeats, and then turned to walk back to the nursery. She felt herself collide with someone else and scrambled backwards in surprise. "Oh!" she squeaked. "I'm sorry! It's Briarkit, right?"

    [justify]OOC: Sorry for the late reply !!


    As his body collided with the stranger, the tom-kit stepped backwards quickly, managing to stay upright. At two moons of age he was still somewhat clumsy, but a quick thinking brain managed to keep him from toppling over, forcing his legs to work to keep him standing.


    Hearing the voice, the ears of the kitten pricked and his amber eyes shot up to see who it was he'd ran into. His eyes finding the female, it didn't take Briar long to work out that she wasn't much of a stranger. He'd met her before of course, with Moose that time that they'd left the nursery to look around. Well... for him to look around, as it turned out Moosekit couldn't do a whole heap of looking.


    "Ah, it's alright," the taller tabby managed to get out somewhat awkwardly. Truth be told the collision had most certainly been his fault, still somewhat bleary from sleep he hadn't exactly been watching where he was going. "Mhmm, Briarkit. Ah... and you're... Scarkit?" His next words came out like a question, but it was one he already knew the answer to. Generally he had a pretty good memory, so he certainly knew her name.

    She didn't know Briarkit well. Her only real interaction with him had been when she had met Moosekit. She still felt bad about her interaction with the tom kit's sister. She still felt bad about the way she had reacted to his sister's appearance. She hadn't meant to, she had just been surprised by Moosekit's lack of eyes, that was all. She hadn't gotten to say much to either one of them, but they both seemed nice.


    Scarkit was somewhat surprised that Briarkit actually remembered her name. She had never really felt very memorable. Her parents hadn't even thought her memorable enough to name her. It wasn't until Littleclaws had taken her in that Scarkit had been given her name.


    "Yep, that's me!" she said. "Nice to see you again. Sorry about bumping into you. I'm still kind of tired. I hardly slept at all last night. I've been up exploring the camp, though I'd much rather be exploring outside of it. I was just watching the dawn patrol leave. What are you doing up?"