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    Mama wasn't very specific on where he could and could not go. She seemed more focused on her own life than his wandering and chattering. Hornetkit took advantage of the afternoon nap Quinn was taking to make his way into camp.
    As he padded slowly forward, his mumbling accompanied him. "I think I'm gonna be a big cat one day. Such a big cat that I will be leader of all the clans. I think that is allowed. I am gonna become Hornetstar and skip all the warrior stuff. I'm gonna be so cool that they make me ultimate leader at like 6 moons. I think Mama won't mind. She can eat all the squirrels I hunt with my huge sharp claws. And Flowerkit is gonna be my bestest sidekick. Can she be Flowersun? Is that the sidekick name for a leader? What about Patchkit. She can be Patchmoon. We will be unstop-pa-pable. That's a hard word. Too big." His chattering continued as he stopped in the middle of camp, green eyes surveyed the large space.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]"Big dreams for a tiny kitten." Spoke a deep voice. The heavily scarred tom lay in the shadows near the cave wall, the minimal sunlight that filtered through the massive hole in the cieling relecting off his p*ss yellow orbs, making them glow. Roguewolf found this kit to be rather... curious. Though, all in-born clancats were odd to the ex-BloodClanner. But, they where now his family, and he had to respect their ways.


    Raking his dogtooth enforced claws across the smooth, worn stone, the furrless warrior rose to his paws and approached Hornetkit. "Who are you kid?" His raspy voice would inquire as he leaned down slightly.

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    an afternoon nap? yeah right. quinn was a lot of things, but she was certainly not lazy. she had been fully awake when hornetkit had left, eyes closed, but her senses alert. as soon as he'd waddled out of the den, the once-more thin calico had got up and stalked after him. she took a seat just outside the circle of light provided by the large hole above the cave, her black and ginger pelt hidden in shadow, pale green eyes watching her son carefully.


    he was like emberpaw, but far more chatty. same positivity, same ambition, same pride. if hornetkit had been quinn's age, she probably would've hated him. but he was her son, and well, that meant she had to teach him, right? maybe he wouldn't grow up to be quite as annoying as quinn's fellow apprentices.


    when he finally stopped talking, the girl tilted her head to the side, although she did not smile. "you know if you keep talking to yourself like that, people will think you're crazy." she raised her voice a little, not because she was angry, simply to get his attention. she wasn't exactly within conversational distance, and she wanted him to know that he wasn't getting anywhere without her knowing about it.
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    The fiery orange kit whipped around. He looked up at the stone pelted warrior. Puffing his multi hued tail he strutted over to him. "I'm not tiny. My sisters are tiny. Mice are tiny. I'm just right. Fun sized." He matter-of-factly stated. "I'm Hornetstar leader of the feared Caveclan. Who are you?" Hornet's voice boomed in his imitation of a deep voice.




    Just as he was about to continue his charade, Quinn's voice made it's way to the little kitten's ears. Hornet would flick them back and groan. "Mama. I'm just 'sploring. And playing. What's cra-zee? Is it a leader thing?" He tilted his head slightly to have her in the corner of his vision.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify]"Roguewolf." The sphynx would state in reply to the childs inquiry. His sharp oculars flickered cautiously to Quinn, studying her for a moment before concluding that she was indeed the abitious f*ckers mother. She was, rather young? Atleast to be a mother anyway. The dark tom flicked his ratlike tail before backing up a few cautious steps. He rather disliked hormonal queens who suffocated their children, but the female before him seemed lightly more lax.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 350px;][justify]"i didn't say you weren't allowed to go 'sploring'." the calico grunted, rolling her eyes. great, her children were going to be just as mousebrained as the rest of her clan. "and crazy is what happens when cats talk to themselves too much."


    the girl's eyes flickered towards the sphynx, one she had seen around once or twice but never really spoken to. he looked weird. he had made her a little nervous, but when she saw how careful and respectful he was being, she relaxed. maybe she could tolerate him.
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    [size=9pt]Hmm, this kit was interesting, and reminded Ashpaw a lot of himself. That could turn out to be either a good or bad thing, but at the moment, the apprentice had rather negative feelings regarding the situation. "Keep on dreaming, tiny one," he told Hornetkit with a smirk, purposefully using the word. He tried to make himself a little more friendly as he carried on, "We all do, but they won't ever come true, so best just to use your imagination and keep your mouth shut so that you don't get a reaction from anyone... I'm going to be a Clan leader, too!"That ending. Ashpaw just couldn't resist.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]It was a little amusing to watch, but kits were kits. They never understood burdens, though sometimes he wished he had the mindset of those who actually wanted to lead. Cher was too afraid to be responsible of an entire clan, even with the amounts of apprentices he had mentored it never felt as if he was ready. Never at all. In terms of naps, it was more of something Cherrynose would do than Quinn. He was napping around everywhere from rocks to mammal skulls, from trees to dens, from beside rivers to probably on the edge of a cliff. Sleep was something he appreciated a little too much for his own good.


    Roguewolf intrigued him more than Hornetkit. Hornetkit was like any other kit, except more ambitious than Raccoonkit (or at least more visibly) and more enthused than Emberpaw had been. But Roguewolf, Roguewolf was an entirely different persona. It was nice to see variety, and the male was far more level headed than Cherrynose could ever be. He guessed the flame point was just immature himself, too distracted with the events of his own life to properly lead.


    "Name's Cherrynose - no one of importance really," he simply said, though it was more wishful thinking than anything. He didn't exactly want to break it to Hornetkit that he was leader just in case the child hadn't caught on he had basically wished for the male to retire. He liked his warrior days, and although he was still a warrior, he was a leader too. He was always the one escaping responsibilities, but his responsibility was the clan. He couldn't escape the clan. "You all sound like you wish bad omens to me. That's cool I guess but where were the bad omens when I needed them?" Of course, he was referring to the time he was asked to be deputy and the many days he waited for a lightning bolt to come. Nope, still no bolt.
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    So many big cats at once. His prior confidence dashed against the rocks that surrounded him. He backed up from his position in front of Roguestorm. Warily he skirted around the white apprentice and over to his mothers side. The tone was harsh to his ears. Hornetkit wasn't dreaming, he was telling a story. "It's not a dream it's a story. I'm playing pretend. Dreams are for sleeping." He looked up at his mother with green eyes wide. Whispering to her, "but how do you tell stories without saying them outloud?" Hornet did not quite understand inner thoughts, most of what he thought exited his mouth directly after. While he waited for an answer he tucked his tail under his crouching figure. The ginger kitten wondered what exactly Cherrynose was talking about. He didn't know what an o-man. The final member to join the group was one familiar to him. Shyly he flicked his small ears in his sister direction but said nothing.

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; color=white; font-family: trebuchet ms; width: 350px;][justify]quinn shot ashpaw a glare. he wasn't allowed to talk to her kids like that, that was her job. he was acting like one of them himself. the calico rolled her eyes and let out a soft groan. "will you shut up, you're just as bad as them."


    she glanced to the side as cherrynose approached, and felt her maw twist into a smirk. his sense of humor had never failed to amuse her. the girl twisted her tail carefully around her black paws, pale green eyes narrowed. "don't worry cher, i've been secretly plotting your demise ever since i got here."


    quinn spotted her daughter approach, absently wondered where patchkit was, then decided she could take care of herself and allowed her attention to go back to hornetkit. she jumped a little as he came to her side, although it was barely visible. she was not used to anyone trusting her, or anyone coming to her for protection. she didn't consider herself trustworthy. that was his choice though, wasn't it? as much as kits annoyed her, she couldn't help letting out a snort of laughter. how did one tell stories without speaking? "try telling them to a person." she suggested, giving the little guy a pointed look. "i promise it's much more interesting then telling the air."
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]It seemed like Quinn didn't like Ashpaw, though he could understand the calico's reasoning as to why. After all, it appeared the feline was still rather salty about the apprentice's comment during the time they had been born, though the male doubted the kid wished ill will to her children in the first place. Regardless the flame point held no interest in attempting to solve their disputes, it wasn't as though it was endangering anyone and he was rather curious to see how long the grudge would go for.


    His eyes nearly made direct contact with Quinn, icy hues taking note of her smirk. Incoming sarcastic reply he figured as he brushed his tail over the ground's cold surface. "Well you sure are taking your time, Quinn," he said in reciprocation to her casual comment, but then noticed the nickname she had called him by. He pressed his lips together. That was the name the girl in his memories called him, but Quinn looked and acted nothing like her. It was just pure coincidence.
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    info | updated 10/22