a million ways to say hello [o, intro]

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    ✦ ✧ ✦ The greenleaf sun bore down on the little island that housed RiverClan’s camp, heating the sand and foliage underneath the cats’ paws. A light breeze was blowing on the reeds, causing them to rock back and forth slightly, as if dancing. The gentle current of air offered the cats in camp some relief from the blistering heat that the shade from their weaved dens could not provide.


    However, the warm weather wasn’t keeping all of the members of camp from leaving the shadows and bathing in the rays of the sun. An npc queen and her son were laying down at the foot of the nursery, the she-cat grooming herself while the tom-kit tried to mimic her actions. The queen purred and gently pushed the tom forward into the light.


    “Why don’t you play with some of the other kits? Or have some warriors show you the hunter’s crouch?” the she-cat suggested to him. The red ticked tabby only turned his head and gazed at his mother with confusion.


    “But I wanna stay with you,” he replied softly.


    The queen shook her head at her kit’s response. “You always stay with me, Gingerkit,” she purred with amusement, “You need to talk to your clanmates; you’ll be an apprentice in a few moons.”


    Gingerkit lowered his head and let out a tiny sigh. “Okay,” the orange kit sighed in defeat, getting to his paws and turning to pad out. His mother purred once more and gently shoved him along. Gingerkit took one last look at the she-cat before turning and strolling into the open. The tom wasn’t the most social cat and didn’t know where to start. Gingerkit didn’t really want to socialize, but he wanted to make his mom happy. He started to peer around, scanning the camp and hoping to see someone he could talk to.

    The large brute of a cat sat cleaning the remains of his meal from his muzzle. Unhearing ears flicked backward as his paw swiped over the top of his. He gave pause as a kit came forth from the nursery den. His stubby tail gave a light twitch and he picked himself and padded over, misaligned gaze fixing on the much smaller form. “HI?” He mewed, volume probably causing the others ears to ring. Would he say hi back? Or shrink away like everyone else? He watched the other’s paws for some sign of greeting.

    SPEECH ☼ TAGS ☼ CLAN



    PIGEONKIT


    The gray-and-white kitten bounded through RiverClan's camp, giving chase to a lone butterfly, paws outstretched as he leapt up into the air before unceremoniously crashing to the ground, the tiny tom's gaze reaching the ginger tabby and the giant that sat near him. While the latter he didn't really know, he swore he had seen the other kitten before.


    Of course, it would only make sense - they were sharing the same den, after all.


    Standing up and shaking the dust from his naturally unruly fur, Pigeonkit began to pad over to the two, a skip to his step as he made his way over.


    "Hi there! I don't think we've actually met? I mean, I've seen you, obviously," he mewed, pointing a paw to the young kit, "we've been in the nursery together but I don't.. actually know who you are? That's kinda weird-- anyway-" Cutting himself off, the bi-color kitten sat down, chest puffed out like he had seen some warriors do on occasion. "I'm Pigeonkit. Who are you guys?"

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    The red-furred kit gazed upward to meet the gaze of a much larger and older RiverClan member that had approached him. Being three moons old already, Gingerkit was about half the size of a fully grown cat, but this stranger seemed larger than most adults that he knew. At the sound of a loud greeting, the kit unintentionally flinched from surprise. He did not mean to offend, but Gingerkit wasn’t used to other RiverClanners to have such… booming voices.

    “Hi,” the tom-kit replied coolly, returning the greeting, even though it was rather unorthodox. “I’ve never seen you before.”

    Right as Gingerkit finished his observation, a bi-color cat, around the same age as he, had pranced over toward the two of them, capturing Gingerkit’s attention. He recognized the fellow kit as well, but only watched him from afar in the nursery, when he would rest against his mother’s belly instead of being active.

    “Oh, uh… hi,” Gingerkit meowed in response to Pidgeonkit’s tangent. The name sounded vaguely familiar; perhaps he heard a queen call the kit over to her once. “I’m Gingerkit.” The ticked tabby turned his attention back to the older feline, waiting for him to introduce himself as well. Even after how Gingerkit reacted to the greeting, he was still rather curious as to the older tom’s name.

    The kit flinched, and the large tom felt bad, but he couldn’t help how loud he was with his ears not working.


    His attention was drawn away by another kit, who seemed rather talkative from what he was seeing. Even pointed at him as if he was trying to say something to him. Maybe they wanted his name? The golden spotted tom stretched out, curling his forepaws under his chest.


    “NAME’S ELKSPOTS!” He mewed, flicking his gaze between the two.

    SPEECH ☼ TAGS ☼ CLAN



    ✦ ✧ ✦ Gingerkit tried not to flinch at the warrior’s response, now being prepared for the louder voice. The young tom was still unaware of the spotted cat’s deafness and just thought he was a loud cat. Ginger did not comment on the volume Elkspots spoke in, though. He just nodded his head and looked back to Pidgeonkit, then again at Elkspots.


    “So, what do you guys do?” Gingerkit asked both of them, referring to their duties and hobbies. He was still quite young, so he was lacking some vocabulary to make the sentence not sound as vague.