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"Hey Sparky and Dusky. How are you guys?" she inquired, flicking her feathery tail kindly. "Anything new?" One thing that she didn't know was that her friends names had changed since she last saw them, making her the only kit here.

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"Hopefully." she echoed, a yawn pushing her jaws apart momentarily; the sun gleamed off of her bright white little teeth in the short time that they were exposed. The chocolate smoke lolled about for a time, licking her paws and kneading at the moss and dry, thin layer of soil. Then, growing bored, she rose once more, scraps of yellow grass clinging to the fur on her flank, which was now somewhat mussed.
"Let's keep going," she mewed. "Otherwise, I'm going to fall asleep, and then we'll never get there."

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Dreamkit's green eyes, unlike the others, were stretched wide with horror. "That's awful!" she exclaimed. "So much fighting..." This was certainly not the type of story the pacifist had been expecting when she'd come over to listen. She'd never heard anything of the sort before now, and, judging by the expressions of outrage worn by nearby mothers, that was because she wasn't supposed to.

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"Wow, really?" the cinnamon smoke responded. "That's great! Congratulations! I can't wait to become an apprentice... Then I would be Dreampaw. Hey, this means that you can leave camp unsupervised, doesn't it? Are you allowed to be my supervision when I leave camp, or do you have to be a warrior for that?"

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Letting her black-and-white friend lead the way this time, Dreamkit fell into step a pace behind her, blissfully inhaling the crisp mountain winds. The air was so clean at this altitude, and now that the scorching heat of summer had passed, the bare rocks were comfortably warm, maybe even cool in places.
Another long while passed, and Dream was beginning to think that they would never find the top, when she spotted a narrow, winding trail. "That's it! We're almost there!" she squeaked, elation renewed. "It's just like I heard - there's only one trail that leads up to the prisons, and it's only wide enough for adult cats to walk in single-file. That has to be it!"
Forgetting to wait for Pepperkit, she bounded ahead. She was cautious of the edge this time, pressing close to the mountain wall on her other side, but her pace remained hurried.

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Dreamkit's whiskers twitched, her eyes bright. She supposed that such a minor detail didn't really matter. After all, she'd already broken the rules once and went exploring with Pepperkit. If apprentices were allowed to leave camp on their own, why shouldn't they be allowed to take kits out with them as well? Dream was practically apprentice-aged anyhow. What harm could there be in it?
"Cool! Do you have a mentor yet? I wonder if I'll have a mentor..." This kit was a bit of an odd case when it came to training, considering that she was strictly a pacifist, and would neither hunt nor fight. For those reasons, she supposed that she didn't really need one.

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The petite, cinnamon smoke kitten had wandered out of camp. She knew that she wasn't supposed to go out on her own until she was an apprentice, but what harm could there be if she only went a little ways? Camp was just over a ridge from where she was now, and she had no plans of going any further - not now that she'd found something interesting.
On the ground at her feet lay a red-tailed hawk. It was on its back, its wings spread, and its beady eyes glazed over. Dreamkit may not have known much about anything, but even she could tell that it was dead. There was no blood, no smell of disease, nor anything else that might explain what had snatched its life away. Perhaps age, perhaps a knock to the head, perhaps a heart attack. Whatever the case, the beautiful raptor lay lifeless, and considering that it was still in near-perfect condition as far as the eye could see, and flies had yet to touch the corpse, it must have been quite fresh.
Dream stood over it for a time, sniffing it curiously, examining it, and more than anything else, admiring its lovely plumage. Its tail feathers were the prettiest: they were quite a reddish hue, hence the name of the species, and decorated with dark bands, the thickest and darkest of which resided near the tips. Because they were so attractive, the she-kit hated the idea of them going to waste. Thus, she began thinking up ways that she might be able to use them. It took a while, but finally, after a good deal of contemplation and some running around, she set to work.
Using some sturdy string of some sort she'd managed to find, she'd managed to tie two of the feathers into the long fur on her neck, just behind her right ear. She was saving a few more of the feathers for ideas that she did not yet have the resources to carry out, and the rest lay at her paws, all plucked from the hawk, alongside the string. She was hoping to offer them to her Clanmates, either to tie them into her fur or to let them do what they wanted with them. However, she was too shy to make an announcement, not to mention the fact that she wasn't even supposed to be out, and the feathers were rather difficult to carry back to camp without damaging them.

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Hello Shy. Nice new fancy you got there. ;)

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The fine-boned she-kit's eyes grew wide at Nebulaheart's query. "Oh, no! I would never kill anything myself!" she mewed, shaking her head emphatically. "I found it like this, and I didn't want these pretty tail feathers to go to waste." She honestly had not been aware that kits were now allowed out alone, probably due to the fact that her role player could not find the meeting thread in which Voidstep had also been promoted for the life of her, but she opted not to say so, as that would mean that she had acted with the intentions of breaking a rule. Even if the limitation was no longer in place, she knew that it could be seen as bad that she'd thought it was wrong to leave camp and had done it nonetheless.
Her usual, warm smile gracing her face, she chirped, "Would any of you like some? I can put them in your fur, if you'd like." As she spoke, she indicated the striped feathers secured behind her ear with a small forepaw.

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It wasn't a terribly lengthy trail, and soon they came upon a sizeable cave, full of stone cells (we won't get into detail about how those might have come to be), the majority of which were, surprisingly, empty. Dreamkit had to admit, she was more relieved than disappointed by this. A cave full of enemies sounded scary, especially considering that a lot of prisoners had managed to escape in the past. Still, there were a few NPC's near the back, and the fine-boned kit crept cautiously towards them, curiosity winning over her better judgement.

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"I was thinking of doing that, but then I thought I should find some beads or something of the sort first. If you'd like, though, I can still make you one with what I have here." she offered to Interpaw. Then, turning to Castor, she grinned. "I'd love to! Where would you like it?" Almost before she'd finished speaking, she bent to bite off some string.

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After a brief moment of contemplation, Dreamkit skipped around behind the older tom, beaming all the while. She balanced on her haunches and used her forepaws to hold the feather to his tail near the tip, then used her teeth to loop the string around it several times. Once she was sure that it was fastened securely, she tied a knot and tucked the loose ends beneath the coils.
"There!" she squeaked, stepping back to admire her work. "Now you look just like the hawk!"

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"Enemies from other Clans," Dreamkit murmured, staring apprehensively about. "They must have been captured in battle."
Spotting an NPC just ahead, she padded over, leaving a good tail-length between herself and the bars of his cage, just in case. "Where are you from?" she inquired bravely, her posture betraying her nervousness more clearly than she would have liked.
"ShadowClan." the burly tomcat grunted. Judging by the number of scars that marred his pelt and the roughness of his voice, he must have been a senior warrior. "Who let you two scraps out of camp? Don't you know its dangerous up here?" To emphasize his point, he unsheathed his claws and scraped them over the stone floor. The sound sent a shiver down Dreamkit's spine.

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Dream giggled. "Sure thing." she assented. Glancing over her collection of feathers, she had an idea. She quickly tugged out some of the hawk's wing feathers, then began fastening the feathers onto a length of string, alternating between the red ones from the tail and the brown ones from the wings. A few minutes passed, and she was done. She moved to fasten the evenly-spaced loop of feathers around the apprentice's neck, whiskers quivering with pride at her creation, regardless of how simple it was. "Hope you like it!"

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Dream, in spite of the instinctive fear buzzing in the back of her head, never took anything completely seriously. To her, life was just a great big game of Pretend. That was probably the only reason the timid female could hold her ground at the moment.
"Well, that's mighty irresponsible of you," commented the tom. "You ought to listen to your higher-ups, or else they might send you up here to live with me." He chortled at that.
Dreamkit swallowed hard. She knew that they didn't lock their own away in prison. If someone committed a serious crime such as murder, they were banished, but they never sent anyone from WindClan up here. This cave was just for captured enemies. Nevertheless, the idea of being shut up in one of these dank cells frightened her.
Uncertain of what a good response to that might be, the cinnamon she-kit remained silent. Whether he saw it or smelled it, the tom must have sensed her fear, for he laughed again and derided, "What's wrong? Afraid I'll eat you?"
"Of course not!" Dreamkit rejoined in a defensive tone, cinnamon-and-gold fur fluffing up. The tom only laughed louder, and she scowled at him. She didn't like being laughed at.

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Yee! Don't worry about the title. I'm off to sleep stay up late doing my homework that I probably should have done during the weekend now, so I'll have to try to reply after school tomorrow.

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tired + rushed = bad

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She ducked her head, pleased with herself. "You're very welcome." she purred back.

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Suddenly, the ShadowClanner's face turned very serious, and his stare grew intense. "Oh, but you don't know that. Perhaps I've already found a way to escape this place, and I'm just waiting for the opportune time to make my move. For all you know, I could come out and gobble you up right now."
Well, Dreamkit couldn't deny that it was possible. After all, she had heard many a story about escaped captives. Eyes rounding, she backed into Pepperkit for support. Do ShadowClanners really eat kits? she wondered. Ah, the poor, gullible little thing...

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All my thread-titles are song lyrics...
Interpaw is such a sweetie.

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Dreamkit was wandering about at the edge of camp. She'd just finished studying a dandelion and admiring the clouds, and was now searching for something else to ogle at. Before long, something buzzed past her tufted ears, and she watched a large, cobalt blue dragonfly alight on a boulder. With an swish of her feathery tail, she bounded after it, clambering up on top of the stone and slumping into a crouch, pupils dilating as she watched it settled its iridescent wings. After some time of laying stock-still, it fluttered into the air again, emitting a low humming sound, and landed upon her nose. Not having expected it to do so, the petite chocolate smoke sneezed, which sent it swerving out of sight.
Oops. she thought. Mildly embarrassed, she glanced around to check whether or not anyone had been watching.

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"Yeah," she agreed, snout wrinkling as she shot the strange tom a look of distaste. Then, glancing out of the cave entrance, she realized that they must have been out for hours now. "We should get back before somebody notices we're gone." she advised. With that, she turned her back on the now-cackling prisoner and padded hurriedly out into the open air. It was interesting to see what the prison caves were like, but she didn't plan on returning any time soon.

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Eh, I'm one too. XD

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She felt warmth flood her pointed ears, but forgot her embarrassment when she took in the apprentice's words. "A surprise? For me? Really?" she mewed, almost disbelievingly. Nobody had ever had a surprise for her before. "What is it?"