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    The kitten would be enjoying looking up at the stars, sitting a tad away from the nursery. The ravine gave her a nice view of it, too! Her green eyes locked onto all of the shimmering stars, and she would be walking around, trying to look at them all, before tripping over a rock.

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    CARAWAYKIT;;


    Caraway had been laying by the nursery, having decided to leave the confines for a bit due to the stuffiness. Their nest was getting a bit crowded, what with the large amount of littermates they had, and it had gotten too warm for them to be comfortable. Not just that, but ever since their eyes had opened, they had been interested in seeing the world around them, and that included the night sky. They had heard stories of how each star was the soul of someone that had died in the clans, the night sky itself making up the entirety of Starclan. It was a little hard to believe, as there were so many individual stars in the sky, but at the same time there were so few in the great scheme of things. They didn't know how many seasons the clans had been flourishing, but it seemed that there had to be more souls in Starclan then there were stars in the sky.

    They were dragged from their thoughts concerning their ancestors by the sound of someone walking, their blue gaze turning to the female just in time to see her trip over a rock. The scene caused a loud snort to escape the young tom, trying their hardest to hold back their laughter and ultimately failing. Sure, it might not have been as funny as they were making it out to be, but they weren't expecting to see one of their denmates trip over a little rock. It was just hilarious to the young Siamese.

    "Are you okay?" This would be asked between chuckles, the kit having had been able to control themself enough to calm their laughter to a small giggle.
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    People just can't stop having kits, thought Slimshade as he looked around camp, watching as the proclaimed BounceClan hopped it's way about ThunderClan.

    Watching as one of the newer kittens tripped over a rock Slim struggled to contain his laughter, cheeks puffing up for a moment before the warrior carefully released the air from his lungs. Moving beside Carawaykit Slim surveyed the little tortishell before giving his approval, "Ey, I think you're just fine. Right, kid?," drew Slimshade with an exaggerated wink.

    The scent of her uncle as well as the new litter of kits was what drew Peachkit from the nursery that evening. Admittedly, she was a bit of a night-owl. She enjoyed sleeping in after spending the whole night gazing at the stars, so she didn't hesitate to take a seat by Slimshade, offering a gentle purr in greeting. Gold irises focused on Nightkit, she awaited her response to the previous comments.