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[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px; font size=7pt;][color=black]This seemed interesting. The usually reserved femme felt her tortoiseshell and white pelt heat up. Wildkit had kissed before, just once though. "I-I guess that I'll play." Honestly, the kit wouldn't mind huging, if not kissing Elliot. He was pretty cute.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px; font size=7pt;][color=black]The lilac tortoiseshell and white kitten shuffled her tiny paws nervously. She had recently joined Sunclan, and so she was comepletely new to everything and she didn't know anybody. And being the soft spoken female she is, it's slightly difficult meeting others.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px; font size=7pt;][color=black]All of the sudden, Wildkit was surrounded by other Sunclanners. The tortoiseshell kitten felt a little squirmy by being watched by several pairs of eyes. She didn't like crowds, but still she had to be courteous, because that's what her mama told her to be when talking to others.

"Hey everyone," Wildkit said, squeaking just a little while she tried to archive the faces and their names together to try not to forget them in the future, though it may be futile. The young feline was never good at remembering names, much less remembering anything at all. "Yeah, my name is Wildkit. How are you guys?"

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px; font size=7pt;][color=black]She guessed that she was in the same boat as Vanillakit, Elliot, and Mercades. Wildkit had no idea who this apprentice was, but it was nice to meet the ebony female. "Hi, I-I'm Wildkit."

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px; font size=7pt;][color=black]Wildkit definitely didn't want to go first. She didn't want to think that she was scared, she hated the fact that she would get frightened by something as simple as spin the bottle, but it also may be the fact that almost the entire group was female. Maybe the tortoiseshell will stick with hugging after all.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px; font size=7pt;][color=black]The small kitten stayed a good distance away from the Darkclanner. For one, he was huge, and two, she had no freaking clue who he was. Wildkit remembered her mama saying to be careful around strangers because they could be dangerous. stranger danger

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px; font size=7pt;][color=black]Flower crowns? Wildkit hadn't heard of such a ting but they seemed to be just what they were called. Ring of flowers that you put on your head.

The femme slowly approached the group and eyed the stong smell of flowers all around them. Stupid Wildkit. Of course they would smell like flowers. The tortoiseshell felt like hitting herself on the forehead for being so oblivious. Anyways, the kit sat down, and watched some of the others to see how it was down. Couldn't be too difficult.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px; font size=7pt;][color=black]ok lacey,
applying with wildkit >u<

wildkit is that insecure girl, not really sure if she's wanted or not. her mother definitely didn't want her, so that just add onto her trust issues. the tortoiseshell kitten is softspoken, and has a hard time getting the right words out, and is often pressured in crowds. other than crowd anxieties and social problems, wildkit is a sweetheart. she has learned to be kind to others, even if they are less fortunate than her or if they are a complete jack*. going along with that, the femme has a very long fuse. just be careful, or she might just snap, and that wont ever be pretty. other than her being secluded, wildkit is actually quite a bright young feline.

wildkit is a lilac tortoiseshell female (obviously) with white covering her chest, legs, and a section of her face. the kit has a pair of light olive hued optics, which wildkit doesn't think are too special. also, she wont grow too much. the tortie will always be smaller than average, and have a thin frame.

the sunclan kit is generation 1 and 5 moons old

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px; font size=7pt;][color=black]Smiling shyly, Wildkit replied to Elliot, "I'm ok." This wasn't very true. The tortie kitten's stomach was flip flopping like a fish on land. Crowds really weren't her thing, and she just wished she could crawl under a rock. Despite her discomfort, Wildkit retained her posture, and kept smiling.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px; font size=7pt;][color=black]mmm
maybe future mate

but temporary for now (long)
but then they can have a fight a break up for a while
(maybe wildkit could become close with another tom so elliot thinks she's cheating?)

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px; font size=7pt;]Not good? Well, at least ok is better than bad. As Elliot asked her that question, Wildkit's mind instantly went blank. What did she like to do? Games were ok, but they seemed to be for younger kittens, and not for the ones who are nearly about to become an apprentice in a couple of weeks.

Talking was certainly a no. Just sitting around was boring. Walking was also boring unless you talked, which was already struck out a second ago. "I like drawing."

Wildkit rarely drew, and it was always a terrible collection of shapes sketched into the ground, but the kit enjoyed it. It calmed her.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px; font size=7pt;][color=black]could wildkit have a thread with daisy?
maybe a private herb lesson?

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px; font size=7pt;][color=black](wildkit x elliot thread)

Alright.

She couldn't deny it. Wildkit thinks she has a crush on the tuxedo tom, but she could tell Elliot liked someone else. That made Wildkit a little sad inside, but hey, who says Elliot and her can't be friends? Still, the idea of liking someone who didn't like her back made her a little queasy inside.

The lilac tortoiseshell looked for the apprentice so they could hang out. Maybe even talk.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px; font size=7pt;][color=black]http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1519267.new#new

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px; font size=7pt;][color=black]yep ;3
i just want to get her familiarized with the basics 'cause i want to try and have her work her way up there

sure!
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1519335.new#new

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px; font size=7pt;][color=black](wildkit x daisychains thread)

The tortoiseshell kit was almost literally buzzing. Earlier, Daisychains agreed to give her a privet, basic herb lesson. Wildkit was determined to remember what the Physician teaches her, because it might prove to be vital. Maybe the femme could even work towards becoming a Physician trainee. That idea certainly appealed to Wildkit more than learning to fight.

The excited kitten waited anxiously outside the Physician's den for Daisychains.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px; font size=7pt;][color=black]White paws shuffling in the edge of the event, Wildkit was feeling uncomfortable in the huge group. The tiny kitten's stomach felt queasy again, a sure sight that she was getting claustrophobic in this crowd. The lilac tortie closed her pair of bright olive eyes and took in a deep breath.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px; font size=7pt;][color=black]Olive eyes widening, a smile grew on Wildkit's face. The Sunclan kitten much rather be here, painting, than having to socialize in the giant group which had gathered for the festival. The femme started to browse through the colors and painting supplies.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px; font size=7pt;][color=black]Oh, God that smile. Instantly Wildkit heated up under her thick pelt, and suddenly took a step back so Elliot couldn't tell. "H-Hey Elliot," she responded in a hushed voice.

Realizing this, the tortie cleared her throat, and attempted to sound more natural, "What are you doing?" Wildkit pasted a slight smile on her maw, trying to signify everything is alright.

[justify][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 300px; font size=7pt;][color=black]Wildkit laughed slightly, "You can't draw? My dear Elliot, I'm the last cat you want to ask for help to draw." Just because she likes it doesn't mean Wildkit is good at it, "But I will try my best."

Oh, another Sunclanner. Peppermint. Ok, the tortie nodded just barely as she archived the captain's name. "Hello, I'm Wildkit." The femme didn't really know what else to say. "Do you want to draw with us?"