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    // so honeykit has a problem with following rules, and tends to act quite reckless - she's wandering around the bloodclan border so anyone feel free to catch her and tell her off hehe <3



    The silent flutter of butterfly wings drafted peacefully from above the girl's head, her pink nose tinged with the pleasurable aroma that drifted from a collection of delicate flowers from beneath her ivory paws. She usually distanced herself from the busy bustle of the nursery, she didn't enjoy the routine; so spent her days flouncing through flowers instead - careless and free. She skipped lightly through the flowers, her mismatched eyes of green and blue closed and her maw curved upwards in a blissful little smile. She was following the butterfly, breathlessly giggling as she padded beneath the colorful creature -perhaps the last butterfly she would see with the winter approaching. She enjoyed the insect's company, they were similar in a way - fleeting, free. She tried to copy it's graceful movements as she padded further and further away from Skyclan's camp. The girl had lost track of time, and hadn't even noticed that her surroundings were becoming increasingly unfamiliar.


    Twisting through the trees, the small kitten, with long white fur tangled and wild, was oblivious to any dangers that the forest could offer a kitten. Her reckless nature was growing each day with her, and her need for adrenaline was becoming more obvious. The butterfly suddenly went out of view, fluttering upwards in to the sky where she could not follow. "Wait! Where are you going?" Honeykit meowed breathlessly to the insect as it disappeared. She huffed, displeased that her new friend had left so hastily . . . but as her odd gaze flickered back to her surroundings, Honeykit realized that she was no longer in Skyclan. Unknowingly to her, Honeykit was standing at the border of Bloodclan.


    Where am I? Her orbs wide and her white fur began to bristle as she questioned her safety out in the forest. Every noise suddenly became frightening, the hooting of owls and scuffling of squirrels suddenly became monstrous to the young kitten.



    He had been rather darn absent to say the least... mostly because his rper for whatever reason couldn't find time to slip posts in with him thanks to Lav. But he was here now... for the time being at least. With the tensions with BloodClan, Berylbreeze had been often found near the border looking around for anything off, even now that they had a truce Beryl still was around. He didn't trust the city dwellers one bit, not after everything they had done to SkyClan and his previous home within RiverClan.


    So his large white paws carry him down the border as his single golden eye stares into the depths of the city searching for any movement. He didn't want to run into any BloodClanner's while he was patrolling... Didn't want to put up with any comments or potential arguments. Beryl knew very well that he couldn't keep his mouth shut... he didn't want to make matters worse for SkyClan then things already were.


    But it was not a BloodClanner he found.

    But instead- one of his own children. Honeykit.

    "Honeykit!" He hisses furiously as he swiftly made his way over to the child, upon reaching her he would attempt to gently pull her further away from the BloodClan border and towards him. If successful, he'd look down upon her. "What in the world do you think your doing out of camp? By the BloodClan border out of all places! What do you think would've happened if it was a BloodClanner who seen you first and not me?" His tone dripped with anger, though he hadn't raised his voice. He was both upset and disappointed in the child, but he was because he cared for her. He couldn't imagine what he would've done if one of his children were harmed... or worse. He had already lost Minnowkit.