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    as the sun began to set and warriors rounded up to make their way to bed, sweetrose sat off to the side of camp, grooming her flat stomach with a tenderness. you couldn't see it, hidden beneath soft fur and tucked away inside of a lean build, but her children lie in there, half cooked and shifting a little every few minutes. this litter showed less than her last, but they'd made it longer. they were stronger. she had a good feeling about them, a certainty that they'd be just fine.


    sighing, the fem tossed a glance at the setting sun, then around the camp, as if hoping to find someone to chat with before retiring to her an nightstar's den.

    The young apprentice had just returned from hunting by himself. He felt pride swell up within himself, for he had caught a vole. Mentally patting himself, he'd pad up to the freshkill pile and would drop it among the other pieces of freshkill. The tom had long learned that the little achievements help you along to achieve bigger things. Looking up, Warpaw spotted Sweetrose and with much excitement, practically hopped on over to her. It was like seeing a kit who had practically never seen the world before.


    "Heya Sweetrose, how are things going?" The brown tabby's eyes glimmered with the remains of the joy he had felt after making an addition to their stock of prey. He was in one of his better moods, which meant that he'd probably be a lot more talkative. It was probably good for him, the cat needed to make friends.

    next to approach would be the little snowball, yellow eyes flashing in whatever remaining sunlight was left. it gave his fuzzy pelt a beautiful glow and it felt really good on his back. even though it was going to get dark soon and he would usually be sleeping at this point, tonight he didn't think he wanted to. plus, he didn't really understand curfew or rules or anything just yet, he was far too young.


    whitekit came hobbling over right next to the two and sat down next to them. "hi!" he mewled, and blinked. of all clans to be dropped off at, he was sure glad it was this one.

    「 the clock stopped ticking — forever ago 」


    frostbreath drifted into camp, a frog and two mice dangling from her gray jaws. the laperm set the kills on the prey pile a moment before warpaw came bursting in, obviously proud with himself. he dropped his single vole onto the freshkill pile before looking up and bouncing away. to what, frostbreath couldn't know, for she was too busy rolling her ice-hued eyes.


    the white-smoke shook her head and started towards the warrior den, where she would attempt to groom her pelt. her coat was always ragged-looking and unkempt, due to her breeding. however, it always bugged the queen, for having ocd made her want to control everything in a nice and orderly fashion. however, her pelt was anything but orderly.


    on her way over to the bramble den, she spotted a rather large blur of color near nightstar's den. the fem turned her head and spotted what she could only guess as three cats gathering. no doubt to socialize.


    judging by the rather large brown blob, it seemed that that was where warpaw had scampered of to. and then there was a very small white splotch, so that would be whitekit. yes? and then, there was, of course, sweetrose, their beloved deputy. if she was being honest here, frostbreath didn't think that nightstar wouldn't last long without his faithful second-in-command.


    deciding to momentarily abandon her washing and grooming, the gray-pointed queen ghosted over to the amassing group of cats.


    "greetings sweetrose, warpaw, whitekit," she started, dipping her head to each in turn. "i'm not intruding upon anything, am i?" after that, however, she had nothing else to say, for she didn't know what exactly was going on, nor was she a very social-intelligent cat, to put things nicely. oh, she could discuss politics and negotiate. but small talk or real conversation? not exactly her forte.


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    Looking down at the small white furball, he'd utter a small "Hiya there!" to him. The tom kinda liked the small kit, and deeply hoped that he would have a far more eventful kithood than he had. Even if it involved just a little bit of sneaking out like a lot of kits tended to do it seemed. The innocent and unknowing nature Whitekit seemed to possess made the apprentice smile, and he hoped that he'd keep that light.


    Snapped out of his thoughts, he realized that another had joined their little social circle. Turning his head, the tom noticed the smoky white-gray queen. Dipping his head in return, Warpaw would respond, "Of course not, we were just chatting." The big tom would say in an energetic tone. It's a wonder where he gets that endless supply of energy. Maybe as he got older he'd be able to channel it more into his duties. This cat could also hold a conversation all day if he wanted to. The brown cat always had a way with finding more and more topics to discuss. He was one who liked to ask questions.