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    Hazelkit couldn't really remember much about her mother. All she knew was that her name was Cody and that she had been warm and comforting once upon a time. Now however, she was simply gone. So was the familiar smell of trees that she had once called home.


    Instead, she was now surrounded by the smell of wind and grass and dirt. The smell of the moor. Stretching from her nest, she glanced around momentarily, wondering if Fleetkit was awake. Deciding it didn't really matter, the torbie kitten padded out of the nursery, blinking a few times to adjust to the bright sunlight. It was still early, a winter chill in the air, but it was not very cloudy out.


    She wondered if today would be the day she'd meet her new clan mates... She supposed so, seeing as it was only her second time out of the nursery and it would be best if she started to call this place home more so than she already did. She was to live here for a while anyways, so why not enjoy herself?

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    Fleetkit hadn't been awake, but Hazelkit's jostling had woken him up, and the young kit opened amber eyes to the new morning with a scowl on his face. Heaving himself out of the nest and catching a glimpse of his sister exiting the nursery, the tomkit deepened his scowl, following her out without a backwards glance to their NPC caretaker, who had been providing them with milk since they arrived here.


    Snorting, Fleetkit tore his gaze away from the NPC. He wouldn't need an NPC if their mother hadn't dumped them here without a care in the world. Whatever. He didn't care. He wouldn't care if a fox ate her! He wouldn't care if a fox ate the whole of ThunderClan, if only it left WindClan alone. WindClan was his home now, and he liked the moor better than a bunch of stupid trees anyway.


    "Hey!" He snapped, catching up to Hazelkit and aiming to pin her tail under his heavy paw. "Can you be any louder in the mornings?"
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    She heard the putter patter of kitten paws on the cold ground and as she turned, she spotted Fleetkit following her out of the nursery. "I am not loud!" she insisted, blinking at him as she pulled her tail out of her brothers reach. "It's not my fault your a lazy bum in the mornings..." she would add, a playful look on her face. she spun around and aimed to pounce on her sibling, a cheerful purr coming from her red, white, and black form.

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    "It's barely even dawn!" the kit protested, falling into the light layer of snow that coated the camp floor. No doubt it'd be gone by sunhigh, which was a good thing because snow was way too cold for him to deal with. "I'm only awake because you woke me up!"


    Wriggling underneath the warm form of his sister, Fleetkit considered letting her stay there - she was warm, after all, and he was cold - but the melting snow at his back deterred him from that plan. He didn't want to get wet, after all. He wasn't RiverClan and those fishbreaths could keep all the water in the world if they wanted to, granted he didn't get wet again!


    "Get off, Hazelkit, it's too cold and I haven't even groomed myself yet." Not that he groomed himself most mornings, but he wanted to go back to sleep and tussling in the snow was sure to wake him up. Hazelkit's wasn't wrong when she called him a lazy bum. Huffing, the little tom would attempt to thrust his hind paws upwards, hoping to wind his sister, or at least push her off of him.
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