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    Goatkit was floaty and all over the place, never did he seem to be able to quite settle proper. Walking on stumbling legs - and falling more than anyone ever had - he bound from the nursery to the open expanse of Windclan's camp. Even though he was all over the place Goatkit had a bit of a goal in mind. Well, as much of a goal as this spacey lad could manage!
    Hopping with a happy purr Goatkit bounded to the centre of camp, tripping and tumbling down. Laughing it off he scrambled up, tail taught under his feet.


    "Excuse me?" he chirped to the first cat he saw, "can I go outside? There's flowers!" Not exactly a sound reason, but, hey he was nearly apprentice age! Though his personality hadn't changed much from when he was just a wee little one.

    If that was good or bad could be debated.

    "Can I? Can I? Please?"







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    [ marbled tabby bengal mix with milky blue blind eyes ] [ six moons ] [ male ] [ trad. windclan ]

    hawkkit had been close enough to hear goatkit's ramblings, and as he listened in he couldn't help but feel a bit mystified by the fellow windclanner. everything seemed to enthrall the young tom, whom seemingly just floated about.


    "i doubt it, cloud-head," he told him- not exactly in an insulting manner, but his tone was flat as per usual. "if they'd let us i definitely wouldn't be hanging around camp." he murmured. he'd been stuck there so long he felt like he was about to lose his mind, even despite windclan's perpetual fresh breeze.





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    Whirling around in a fright - a small cry from his maw - Goatkit stumbled over his tail, hitting the ground. Looking up at Hawkkit he giggled - nothing to be frightened by!
    "I like that nickname!" he told him as he scrambled up, tail high. Hawkkit was a little older than him but he was so different! Cool!


    "If we can't go we could do something here! Camp's pretty fun!" he offered, practically bouncing on his paws.




    Eaglespirit was not good with kits. He wasn't good with anyone, truthfully. But at least with kits, he felt slightly more comfortable around them, and they were good to dote on, something that he was surprisingly good at - something he's been good at his whole life, actually. So, at the small kit's call to look at flowers, Eaglespirit was weak. He had no defenses against kids, none at all.


    So that was how he found himself walking out of camp to find the strongest smelling flowers on the territory - for both Goatkit and Hawkkit to enjoy. Finally finding some very sweet smelling alyssum he bit off a couple stalks (hoping Buzzardflight wouldn't need them) and made his way back to camp, before placing the sweet smelling flowers close to the kits. "It's dangerous to go outside, and we can always bring flowers back to you." He flatly stated, but his lips couldn't help but twitch up slightly.


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    SENIOR WARRIOR

    19 MOONS

    WINDCLAN

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    Goatkit wasn't very good at telling the feelings of a lotta cats. He just didn't have the in depth ideas that many cats did, even at his age. Wearing his own heart on his sleeve it was simply in his mind that others did the same.

    Perhaps a kind trait passed on from his parents - Goatkit wasn't sure. He'd never met his mother, after all.


    Seeing Eaglespirit with the flowers made Goatkit perk up, letting out a happy cheer as he hopped in place. Flowers were great! And this cat had just brought him flowers! Pretty flowers! Well, brought them flowers, but Goatkit was more wrapped up in the pretty flora.
    Chirping happily he pawed at the petals, eyes bright.


    Peering up at Eaglspirit Goatkit tipped his head.

    "S'not that dangerous, is it?"


    「 nothing ever comes without a consequence or cost 」

    Sometimes a kitten just wanted to rest. Sometimes they didn't get that pleasure because of their loudmouth denmates.


    The blue point slipped out of the den and into the open, curiously leaning over and taking a sniff at the flowers. "Pretty," was all he murmured, ears flicking forward as he straightened up, his pretty sky blue eyes widening slightly. "Oh, my ma has told me lotsa stories about how dangerous it is outside. But that doesn't mean it ain't dangerous in camp, either!" The young tom squeaked out, willingly ready to spout out whatever he remembered from his mother explaining stuff to him.


    "speaking." or "speaking."

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    MORNINGFROST

    ❝ I wear a mask again and go to see you❞

    TAGS ☆彡it was dangerous outside, but attempting to explain that to a child was like talking to a wall. they might see the sense in not being able to go outside, yet the temptation would linger on, still. evergreen oculars flicker curiously over the group of children, amusement absentmindedly springing into his facial expressions. it was partially funny, to him, to imagine an eaglespirit getting mauled by kittens. are you gonna make something with the flowers, goatkit? or give them to someone? he asks the small kitten affectionately. out of all of cowspots children, goatkit was an especially cute kid.

    Seeing his brother pulled the patched tom out of his isolated spot in the corner of camp and he came bounding over. When he arrived he took in all of the faces of those around him - his brother, two kits whose names he couldn't quite remember, Eaglespirit (whose name he only knew because he snuck into the last meeting and had seen his promotion to senior warrior), and Morningfrost (he knew him because he and his dad hung out a lot). Duckkit turned back to his brother and the flowers and poked at them lightly, not really knowing what was so great about them or what Goatkit could possibly want with them. He turned to Eaglespirit and tilted his head. "What're they for?"


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    ♚ ･ﾟ: THE MAN I WANNA BE — TAGS

    Camp could be dangerous? Goatkit tipped his head, catching his own lopsided stumble before it became a tally on the 'goat trip stumble' board.
    "But camp's safe!" he chirped, not quite understanding. Cascade was a funny kit! At least, Goatkit thought so, he spoke so much like the big cats sometimes!
    All that did was make him giggle.

    "Maybe they're just scary stories! Oh! Oh! Morningfrost! Camp's super safe, right, right!?"


    Morningfrost was a warrior! SO he'd super know.

    "Maybe eat em! Or give em to Papa! He likes flowers too!" he squeaked, his happy bounce having him tumble to his chin.


    From his place on the ground the kit grinned up at Duckkit, purring.

    "For funsies!" he giggled, scrambling up.

    "They're pretty, right? Right!?"



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    I’m feeling hopeless — tags

    The small white kit with a shy look at her face padded towards the other kits. She didn't want to intrude, but she sure wanted to get to know someone. She wasn't a very happy kit. Her mother left her by the camp, but who would want to care after such a useless bundle of fur anyways? The she-cat with a diamond dangling around her neck sat down by the crowd. "Well, I can tell you a story about the ouside," she offered. She was pretty good at talking, she was almost four moons old but had a brain of an adult.



    「 nothing ever comes without a consequence or cost 」

    At Goatkit's protests, Cas stomped his foot in a true kitten-like fashion. Despite acting quite mature and respectful for a kitten his age, Cas was, at heart, still that: a kitten. "But my ma said! Sometimes the cats in here can be mean, like, like, like bullying!" He squeaked, putting on a pouty face. His sky-blue eyes settled on the flowers for a minute before he turned away from them upsetly, his eyes now focusing on Diamondkit.


    Well, more like his eyes settled upon the thing around her neck. Was...was she a kittypet? That was what they were called right, and they usually had those types of things worn. Cas bit back his tongue, forcing his curiosity down. "Story time!" He suddenly squeaked out, his anger from earlier completely gone. Sitting down, he kept his eyes trained on the other kitten, waiting patiently for what she would say.


    "speaking." or "speaking."

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    Shattered and broken

    I’m feeling hopeless — tags

    Diamondkit was a bit surprised when the kit jumped to her, their eyes on her neck. Sure, the gem was far more interesting than her. She giggled at the kit and started talking. "So um I was born in a den from which we could see a pine forest. Mom was nice and warm. She left for a couple hours and then returned carrying a strong scent of something. Well, then she took me and dropped me here. The outside is wel- cold. And-and interesting! And then they took me in. And this little thing- our mother gave us when we were born and called us her little jewels," Diamondkit said, the melancholy flowing over her as she tapped her little diamond.