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    [justify][font=georgia]Jaw's wide in a yawn that flashed his sharp, milky white kit fangs and a small pink tongue that curled over teeth, Greykit considered the world sleepily. The tabby sat in the centre of camp, groggy and still half asleep from a well-deserved nap. Sneaking out of camp was something he did on a daily basis now, and didn't even require much sneaking either. The warriors never noticed him, even if he was right beneath their noses, he was no once of importance. He doubted if it came to it that his mother would either. Something, which he considered only to work to his advantage. Today his little adventures had given up more than a little thrill, and he'd actually managed to make it yield something a little more than thorns and leaves tangled in his fur. He'd actually caught a mouse, a simple fact that made him swell with pride, right to bursting point, despite the fact that it had been a scrawny, half-dead thing.


    He sat there, with the tiny creature settled under his paw, refusing to eat his glorious catch. If you asked, he wouldn't go so far to admit he'd actually slept with it, even though he had. Grey eyes searching camp for a familiar face, Liticokit maybe, or someone one else he could share his mouse with, he licked his lips eagerly.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; ][color=black][sub]"Are you wallowing in self-pity of some sort or are you just not that hungry?" The sharp remark and a tinkling giggled resonated through the air behind Greykit. The small figure approached him and sat down eagerly. "I'm just kidding. But really, why don't you just get something bigger?" There were plenty of squirrels and birds of all shapes and colors on the pile.


    Her name was Lavenkit and she was...cute to say the least. Her lilac fur was short and silky but covered in different assortments of leaves and white downy feathers from her nest in the nursery. "Who're you, by the way? I'm Lavenkit. You can call me Lavvy."

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    Snapping upright, Greykit cocked an eyebrow, amused simply by the outgoing verve of this she-cat. "Self-pity? Hah, hardly." Her remark did poke at him though. Couldn't she see just how much this mouse glowed? Couldn't she tell that he had caught it all by himself? The tiny thing clutched underpaw had swelled to the size of rabbit in his eyes, undiluted triumph in his grin, a crooked twist of lips that was his trademark.


    "Hey Lavvy. I'm Greykit! Y'know, because of my eyes." Pretending to look miffed, he curled his fluffy tail around himself. "And, my mouse is not small. I caught it myself."



    ooc. grrr, huge fail moment. i didn't realise i'd posted this in the wrong board ...


    oh well, just go with it x)

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; ][color=black][sub]Lavenkit licked her nose and raised a non-existent cat eyebrow. She smiled and laid down right next to him. "Hm, you do have grey eyes. I'm not named after anything." Instantly she was jealous of something that he had and she didn't. She was even a bit jealous (just the smallest twinge) of his bony mouse.


    "No, it's pretty scrawny." Lavenkit joked, bumping him in the shoulder. "I'm just kidding, silly." Lavvy smiled at him. "That's so cool! How'd you do it? Where'd you find it?" Lavvy gasped suddenly at looked at him with wide eyes. "You snuck out of camp, didn't you! That's sooo cool! My mom says I talk too much, do I talk to much?"

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    [justify][font=georgia]He blinked warmly at her, her words bringing out a kittenish honesty in him. "Even if you aren't, Lavenkit is still a nice name. What do you think your warrior name will be? Huh? Bet it would be something cool." He wrinkled his nose. Greykit didn't seem to be a name that would evolve into some fantastically cool warrior name, and he wasn't creative enough to think of anything that could change that. Maybe he'd be Greyclaw, or Greystorm. Greystorm sounded interesting enough, but it was no Savagebite, or Galaxywonder. That miffed him for real, but he managed to shrug it off. It wouldn't matter anyway, cats would look at him and see that he had no need for cool names. Who knew, he might be Greystar someday.


    The shadowy brown tabby flicked his tail under her nose, eyes lighting up as they turned to the subject of his mouse. "We'll, I crouched like this, and then BAM, I leapt into the sky, and brought my claws down on it. It never had a chance." Dropping low to the ground, his rear just a little too high in the air, he paused dramatically for effect, before surging into the air, mouth curled into a makeshift snarl. He landed on the tip of Lavenkits tail, trying to straddle it between his front paws. Sitting back on his haunches, he gave her a mischievous grin. "Hey, wanna share it with me?"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; ][color=white][font=georgia]"Hm, I never really thought about it." Lavenkit spoke softly, tail waving behind her. "Maybe Lavencloud or Lavenrose?" She put out two names at the top of her head. They sounded alright -- pretty good to her. Only the leader knew what their names would be. Lavenkit was so excited.


    The pretty lilac kitten giggled at Greykit's elaborate explanation of his catch. She looked down at her paws for a moment and bent her ears on her head. He pounced on her tail and Lavenkit squealed with delight and poked his nose gently with her paw. "I don't think it's big enough! I'm starving!" Lavvy was all giggles today.

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    [justify][font=georgia]Greykit patted lightly her on the head with a paw, cool grey eyes sweeping over her lilac fur as he considered her with a lazy thoughtfullness. "Lavencloud." He rolled the name over his tongue, trying it out for size. "I like it. I think I'll call you cloudy. Your secret nickname." He chortled. "Shame Greykit can only really be ... grey. Maybe Greyness, or Gre, or Rey ..."


    Bumping his nose against her leg, he unceremoniously pushed the mouse towards her. "Hey, why don't you have it all? I'll go get another one." He didn't mind too much if he didn't get a bite of his fantastic catch, he at least had the satisfaction of catching it, and for this pretty girl nonetheless.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; ][color=white][font=georgia]Lavenkit grinned. "Well then I hope I live up to your nickname, sir." She mock saluted him but fell over on unsteady three legs. Lavvy laid on the ground looking up at Greykit. "Greycloud, Greyrain." Lavenkit suggested, feeling the syllables stir on her lips. "I'll just call you Grey." The lilac female dusted herself off with a shake of her pelt and stood facing him.


    "I don't want to take your trophy!" Lavvy winked at him and left on soft paws. In a moment she returned with a blue-feathered bird. "I have my own~!"