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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Staying in the camp was beyond boring. Snowkit had lived here for the better part of a moon, and there was nothing new left to find. The urge to leave, to explore, was so strong it made his paws ache, but Sparrowstar had made herself clear. That, and he knew there’d be consequences if he disobeyed; he quite liked his pelt attached to him. Though he’d spent a lot of time sitting in the open, doing nothing, he’d made very few friends. So, for now, he had no choice but to entertain himself by himself.

The kitten crouched, narrowed eyes fixed on a patch of soft earth in front of him. If he’d merely been bored, he could have contented himself with having a nap or doing something similarly unexciting, but Thornfang’s words from earlier had gotten to him, even though they hadn’t been directed at him specifically. (At least, he hoped they hadn’t been.) He didn’t just need entertainment, he needed a distraction.

If he thought hard enough, he could see a squirrel sitting there, entirely oblivious to his presence. Snowkit took a deep (and rather loud) breath, then started to creep forward. Still, the imaginary squirrel didn't so much as twitch. He was going to be an excellent warrior – who cared what Thornfang said? With a triumphant yowl, he pounced, and the daydream vanished, leaving him with spots of mud halfway up his short forelegs. An excellent warrior, indeed.

[spoiler=✨ 11/1][size=8]" WHILE COLLECTING THE STARS "
— first roleplayed [11/1]

" I CONNECTED THE DOTS "
— snowkit | snow, snowy | cis male [he/him]
— four moons | june 30 | ages real-time
— kit of trad. shadowclan | to be mentored by [open]
— loner-born and proud | formerly known as minnow
— deaf in left ear | hates insects

" I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM "
— domestic cat [birth/main] | health: 100%
— white solid | blue eye, orange eye | reference
— shorthaired | scrawny build | no notable scarring
— injuries: none

" BUT NOW I KNOW WHO I'M NOT "
— adaptable | big-thinking | curious | friendly
— easily frustrated | greedy | lazy | unrealistic
— malleable | perfectionistic | stickler for rules
— all opinions are ic only

" I'M JUST A CURIOUS SPECK "
— npc x npc | brother to unknown
— single | crushing on nobody | bisexual

" THAT GOT CAUGHT UP IN ORBIT "
— attack in chocolate | physically easy | mentally easy
— no combat experience | no training | agile and nosy
— no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
— peaceful or nonviolent actions can be powerplayed

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]At best, Snowkit’s knowledge of StarClan could be called rudimentary. He knew warriors went elsewhere when they died, and there were cats in the sky with stars woven into their pelts – or maybe they were the stars. It was a work in progress. StarClan was interesting, but he had more important things to ask questions about. Perhaps they could appear in dreams; it would be the first time he'd heard of it.

He'd sneaked out of the nursery in the middle of the night and dozed off out here, leaving him in a perfect position to see the warrior searching the camp. Lifting his muzzle from his paws, he regarded Butterflysong with confusion. She was a stranger to him, but he could assume "rushing around in a panic" wasn't her default state, which meant something was happening. Maybe something exciting! With a yawn, Snowkit considered this. ”You don’t look so good.”

[spoiler=✨ 11/1][size=8]" WHILE COLLECTING THE STARS "
— first roleplayed [11/1]

" I CONNECTED THE DOTS "
— snowkit | snow, snowy | cis male [he/him]
— four moons | june 30 | ages real-time
— kit of trad. shadowclan | to be mentored by [open]
— loner-born and proud | formerly known as minnow
— deaf in left ear | hates insects

" I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM "
— domestic cat [birth/main] | health: 100%
— white solid | blue eye, orange eye | reference
— shorthaired | scrawny build | no notable scarring
— injuries: none

" BUT NOW I KNOW WHO I'M NOT "
— adaptable | big-thinking | curious | friendly
— easily frustrated | greedy | lazy | unrealistic
— malleable | perfectionistic | stickler for rules
— all opinions are ic only

" I'M JUST A CURIOUS SPECK "
— npc x npc | brother to unknown
— single | crushing on nobody | bisexual

" THAT GOT CAUGHT UP IN ORBIT "
— attack in chocolate | physically easy | mentally easy
— no combat experience | no training | agile and nosy
— no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
— peaceful or nonviolent actions can be powerplayed

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]That was...considerably less exciting than what he’d been expecting. Plus, it didn't involve him at all, though that wasn't exactly surprising, considering he was just a kit and the three cats Butterflysong had named held important positions. Snowkit seemed to deflate slightly. ”Uh…no,” he said, sitting up at last. ”Probably their dens?” That seemed like the most sensible place to find someone, if he conveniently chose to forget he was out of his den himself. The kitten rocked forward on his paws and asked, ”Why?”

[spoiler=✨ 11/1][size=8]" WHILE COLLECTING THE STARS "
— first roleplayed [11/1]

" I CONNECTED THE DOTS "
— snowkit | snow, snowy | cis male [he/him]
— four moons | june 30 | ages real-time
— kit of trad. shadowclan | to be mentored by [open]
— loner-born and proud | formerly known as minnow
— deaf in left ear | hates insects

" I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM "
— domestic cat [birth/main] | health: 100%
— white solid | blue eye, orange eye | reference
— shorthaired | scrawny build | no notable scarring
— injuries: none

" BUT NOW I KNOW WHO I'M NOT "
— adaptable | big-thinking | curious | friendly
— easily frustrated | greedy | lazy | unrealistic
— malleable | perfectionistic | stickler for rules
— all opinions are ic only

" I'M JUST A CURIOUS SPECK "
— npc x npc | brother to unknown
— single | crushing on nobody | bisexual

" THAT GOT CAUGHT UP IN ORBIT "
— attack in chocolate | physically easy | mentally easy
— no combat experience | no training | agile and nosy
— no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
— peaceful or nonviolent actions can be powerplayed

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 25px; color: #8ba9d4]seriously who do i think i am[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia][hr][hr][size=9pt]listed in chronological order.
• The Magikarp

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: center; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: -2px; font-size: 25px; color: #8ba9d4]the magikarp[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia][hr][hr][size=9pt]Before this, Apollo had not truly known the meaning of “noon rush.” Nor had he known what it was like to be at a Pokemon Center during said rush, or how things got when the aforementioned center was the one oh-so-conveniently placed right outside Mt. Moon. Now, he realized he would have been happier leaving that a mystery.

The center was full to bursting with people. People shoving and shouldering their way in, panting hard, fainted Pokemon cradled in their arms or draped over their shoulders. People huddled uncomfortably close in corners, trying to organize a trade over the din. People waiting patiently in line like decent human beings — like Apollo — all the while knowing the line to the front desk was stretching halfway down the road and could only get longer. It was so crowded already, but more Trainers seemed to cram themselves through the door every minute. Apollo was one accidental bump away from stumbling into the gray-haired woman in front of him, and she was nearly smoking at the ears already.

If he’d known, he never would have waltzed in at one minute to twelve, maybe not even at five minutes to twelve. More importantly, he never would have let Day out of his sight.

Not knowing where Day had gone was hard enough on its own. What worried Apollo more was the weight of the extra Poke Ball in his hand. Day had left without her Bulbasaur. “I don’t wanna wait in line,” she’d said, rocking on her tennis-shoed feet. “Can you take Bulbasaur? I won’t go anywhere.” And he’d believed her. He’d believed her and let her leave his side in an unfamiliar, busy place with only a newly-caught Spearow for protection.

Could a Pokémon Center fix people? Apollo bit his lip.

Before he knew it, the gray-haired woman was turning, and he was at the front of the line. One of the nurses stood in front of him, reciting the usual greeting seemingly without noticing how his blond hair stuck to his forehead. His words barely registered in Apollo's head. By this point, Apollo knew the drill; he'd taken enough beatings at Pewter Gym alone to memorize bits of it.

With a mumbled "Here," he handed over his Poke Balls — Charmander, Nidoran, and, with some regret, Bulbasaur. The nurse took them and hurried off, leaving Apollo to worry alone. In an attempt to bring his thoughts to a lighter place, he tried to focus on one of the conversations around him, but picking out individual voices was impossible.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]great, thank you!

[spoiler=✨ 11/1][size=8]" WHILE COLLECTING THE STARS "
— first roleplayed [11/1]

" I CONNECTED THE DOTS "
— snowkit | snow, snowy | cis male [he/him]
— four moons | june 30 | ages real-time
— kit of trad. shadowclan | to be mentored by [open]
— loner-born and proud | formerly known as minnow
— deaf in left ear | hates insects

" I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM "
— domestic cat [birth/main] | health: 100%
— white solid | blue eye, orange eye | reference
— shorthaired | scrawny build | no notable scarring
— injuries: none

" BUT NOW I KNOW WHO I'M NOT "
— adaptable | big-thinking | curious | friendly
— easily frustrated | greedy | lazy | unrealistic
— malleable | perfectionistic | stickler for rules
— all opinions are ic only

" I'M JUST A CURIOUS SPECK "
— npc x npc | brother to unknown
— single | crushing on nobody | bisexual

" THAT GOT CAUGHT UP IN ORBIT "
— attack in chocolate | physically easy | mentally easy
— no combat experience | no training | agile and nosy
— no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
— peaceful or nonviolent actions can be powerplayed

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]sure! they might be a few hours, though, it feels like i'm typing through molasses right now

[spoiler=✨ 11/1][size=8]" WHILE COLLECTING THE STARS "
— first roleplayed [11/1]

" I CONNECTED THE DOTS "
— snowkit | snow, snowy | cis male [he/him]
— four moons | june 30 | ages real-time
— kit of trad. shadowclan | to be mentored by [open]
— loner-born and proud | formerly known as minnow
— deaf in left ear | hates insects

" I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM "
— domestic cat [birth/main] | health: 100%
— white solid | blue eye, orange eye | reference
— shorthaired | scrawny build | no notable scarring
— injuries: none

" BUT NOW I KNOW WHO I'M NOT "
— adaptable | big-thinking | curious | friendly
— easily frustrated | greedy | lazy | unrealistic
— malleable | perfectionistic | stickler for rules
— all opinions are ic only

" I'M JUST A CURIOUS SPECK "
— npc x npc | brother to unknown
— single | crushing on nobody | bisexual

" THAT GOT CAUGHT UP IN ORBIT "
— attack in chocolate | physically easy | mentally easy
— no combat experience | no training | agile and nosy
— no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
— peaceful or nonviolent actions can be powerplayed

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Weekly tasks? As in having to do actual work? The idea didn’t appeal to him, but Snowkit was too curious about it to stay away. Maybe he'd ask for one if the first tasks Butterflysong handed out sounded fun enough. He stayed near the back, muzzle on his paws, pressing himself into the ground as if that would make him invisible – impossible for a kit with bright white fur.

[spoiler=✨ 11/1][size=8]" WHILE COLLECTING THE STARS "
— first roleplayed [11/1]

" I CONNECTED THE DOTS "
— snowkit | snow, snowy | cis male [he/him]
— four moons | june 30 | ages real-time
— kit of trad. shadowclan | to be mentored by [open]
— loner-born and proud | formerly known as minnow
— deaf in left ear | hates insects

" I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM "
— domestic cat [birth/main] | health: 100%
— white solid | blue eye, orange eye | reference
— shorthaired | scrawny build | no notable scarring
— injuries: none

" BUT NOW I KNOW WHO I'M NOT "
— adaptable | big-thinking | curious | friendly
— easily frustrated | greedy | lazy | unrealistic
— malleable | perfectionistic | stickler for rules
— all opinions are ic only

" I'M JUST A CURIOUS SPECK "
— npc x npc | brother to unknown
— single | crushing on nobody | bisexual

" THAT GOT CAUGHT UP IN ORBIT "
— attack in chocolate | physically easy | mentally easy
— no combat experience | no training | agile and nosy
— no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
— peaceful or nonviolent actions can be powerplayed

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 14pt; color: chocolate][b][i]— YOUR LOVE IS GONNA DROWN!

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Two moons was an awfully long time to wait for an apprenticeship. There wasn’t much to do in camp to pass the time except for playing with the other kittens and sleeping, and, unfortunately, Snowkit had discovered there was a limit to how many naps one could take in a day.

So, when he eased his way out of the nursery and spotted an older cat, he was more than eager to pad over, stopping only to yawn. ”Hey! You – uh – “ He stopped a few pawsteps away, frowning as he tried to place Badgerpaw’s face. Something about the apprentice was familiar, but Snowkit for the life of him couldn’t remember Badgerpaw’s name. ”Who are you?”

[spoiler=✨ 11/1][size=8]" WHILE COLLECTING THE STARS "
— first roleplayed [11/1]

" I CONNECTED THE DOTS "
— snowkit | snow, snowy | cis male [he/him]
— four moons | june 30 | ages real-time
— kit of trad. shadowclan | to be mentored by [open]
— loner-born and proud | formerly known as minnow
— deaf in left ear | hates insects

" I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM "
— domestic cat [birth/main] | health: 100%
— white solid | blue eye, orange eye | reference
— shorthaired | scrawny build | no notable scarring
— injuries: none

" BUT NOW I KNOW WHO I'M NOT "
— adaptable | big-thinking | curious | friendly
— easily frustrated | greedy | lazy | unrealistic
— malleable | perfectionistic | stickler for rules
— all opinions are ic only

" I'M JUST A CURIOUS SPECK "
— npc x npc | brother to unknown
— single | crushing on nobody | bisexual

" THAT GOT CAUGHT UP IN ORBIT "
— attack in chocolate | physically easy | mentally easy
— no combat experience | no training | agile and nosy
— no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
— peaceful or nonviolent actions can be powerplayed

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]In a way, they were both stuck. She had to heal so she could get back to work, and he had to wait two more moons before he could start at all. Snowkit didn’t understand what was so awful about a sprained paw – but, then, the worst injuries he’d ever gotten were scratches too minor even to scar.

He couldn’t call himself observant, but it was hard not to notice a Clanmate walking around with a strange thing attached to her leg, and it was even harder not to notice when it was gone. After giving himself a good shake, Snowkit padded over. Softpaw didn’t look any happier than he did about being confined to the camp, but, hey, a conversation was better than trying to sleep until Snowkit was apprentice age. ”Uh, hi,” he meowed, hardly a pawstep away. Then, as if she hadn't heard him the first time, "Hi. Are you awake?"

[spoiler=✨ 11/1][size=8]" WHILE COLLECTING THE STARS "
— first roleplayed [11/1]

" I CONNECTED THE DOTS "
— snowkit | snow, snowy | cis male [he/him]
— four moons | june 30 | ages real-time
— kit of trad. shadowclan | to be mentored by [open]
— loner-born and proud | formerly known as minnow
— deaf in left ear | hates insects

" I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM "
— domestic cat [birth/main] | health: 100%
— white solid | blue eye, orange eye | reference
— shorthaired | scrawny build | no notable scarring
— injuries: none

" BUT NOW I KNOW WHO I'M NOT "
— adaptable | big-thinking | curious | friendly
— easily frustrated | greedy | lazy | unrealistic
— malleable | perfectionistic | stickler for rules
— all opinions are ic only

" I'M JUST A CURIOUS SPECK "
— npc x npc | brother to unknown
— single | crushing on nobody | bisexual

" THAT GOT CAUGHT UP IN ORBIT "
— attack in chocolate | physically easy | mentally easy
— no combat experience | no training | agile and nosy
— no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
— peaceful or nonviolent actions can be powerplayed

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]At least Snowkit wasn’t the only one bored out of his mind. Being confined to ShadowClan’s camp was bad enough as it was; being alone would be unbearable. It was hard to watch the warriors and apprentices going about their duties, probably having a grand old time training and hunting out on the territory. Strangely enough, that was one of the biggest adjustments he’d had to make when he’d decided to truly become a ShadowClanner. Waiting hadn’t been part of loner life. Not like it was here.

He shook those thoughts off in time to hear Littlekit’s voice. In a moment, he was there, as scruffy and muddy as usual. ”Are you gonna climb that?” Snowkit pressed his own forepaws against the bark and peered upward. Needles. Lots and lots of pine needles. ”I mean, it’s pretty tall.”

[spoiler=✨ 11/1][size=8]" WHILE COLLECTING THE STARS "
— first roleplayed [11/1]

" I CONNECTED THE DOTS "
— snowkit | snow, snowy | cis male [he/him]
— four moons | june 30 | ages real-time
— kit of trad. shadowclan | to be mentored by [open]
— loner-born and proud | formerly known as minnow
— deaf in left ear | hates insects

" I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM "
— domestic cat [birth/main] | health: 100%
— white solid | blue eye, orange eye | reference
— shorthaired | scrawny build | no notable scarring
— injuries: none

" BUT NOW I KNOW WHO I'M NOT "
— adaptable | big-thinking | curious | friendly
— easily frustrated | greedy | lazy | unrealistic
— malleable | perfectionistic | stickler for rules
— all opinions are ic only

" I'M JUST A CURIOUS SPECK "
— npc x npc | brother to unknown
— single | crushing on nobody | bisexual

" THAT GOT CAUGHT UP IN ORBIT "
— attack in chocolate | physically easy | mentally easy
— no combat experience | no training | agile and nosy
— no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
— peaceful or nonviolent actions can be powerplayed

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Just one pawstep over the border. That was all he needed – one tiny pawstep, the smallest glimpse of what he’d had before he’d been taken in as a ShadowClanner, and he could resign himself to two moons of utter monotony in the nursery. Probably. It wasn't as if he could get the rest of him out of camp without being spotted. He could move quietly enough (at least, he thought so), but a white coat was a dead giveaway. In the meantime, he would have to content himself with this.

Snowkit sank into a crouch, squinting at what ground was visible through the thorn bushes. One dirty paw hovered above the invisible line where the camp stopped and the territory began, the line between obedience and rebellion. Something about that thought didn’t sit well with him, though, and he was glad the rest of his body was firmly on the safe side. He didn’t want to push the limits of Sparrowstar’s rules when the consequences were that severe. Snowkit's imagination wasn't the best, but it was active enough to scare him. Two strikes wasn’t nearly enough.

He let out a quiet hmph and drew his paw back. Nope. Couldn’t do it. The fury on Sparrowstar’s face was the only thing he could think about now.

[spoiler=✨ 11/1][size=8]" WHILE COLLECTING THE STARS "
— first roleplayed [11/1]

" I CONNECTED THE DOTS "
— snowkit | snow, snowy | cis male [he/him]
— four moons | june 30 | ages real-time
— kit of trad. shadowclan | to be mentored by [open]
— loner-born and proud | formerly known as minnow
— deaf in left ear | hates insects

" I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM "
— domestic cat [birth/main] | health: 100%
— white solid | blue eye, orange eye | reference
— shorthaired | scrawny build | no notable scarring
— injuries: none

" BUT NOW I KNOW WHO I'M NOT "
— adaptable | big-thinking | curious | friendly
— easily frustrated | greedy | lazy | unrealistic
— malleable | perfectionistic | stickler for rules
— all opinions are ic only

" I'M JUST A CURIOUS SPECK "
— npc x npc | brother to unknown
— single | crushing on nobody | bisexual

" THAT GOT CAUGHT UP IN ORBIT "
— attack in chocolate | physically easy | mentally easy
— no combat experience | no training | agile and nosy
— no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
— peaceful or nonviolent actions can be powerplayed

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]There wasn’t much to do within the boundaries Sparrowstar had set for him. He had tried and failed to eat an entire squirrel. He had poked his head into nearly every den (he wasn’t touching Sparrowstar’s unless his life depended on it) and managed to sneak all the way into the apprentice den long enough to do some proper exploring, though he hadn’t been careful enough to dodge all the brambles. He’d even slept on and off until he couldn’t spend one more second sitting still. But, despite his best efforts, Snowkit had truly run out of ways to waste time.

He’d plopped himself down in the middle of camp with his muzzle on his paws, eyeing another squirrel from afar though he was even less hungry than before. Occasionally, Snowkit's right ear would twitch as ShadowClanners walked by. As the days passed, it seemed like he was spending more and more time like this. Two more moons, though, and he’d be Snowpaw, and he’d get to do cool things. Training. Hunting. Maybe even climbing something that wasn’t a pine tree.

[spoiler=✨ 11/1][size=8]" WHILE COLLECTING THE STARS "
— first roleplayed [11/1]

" I CONNECTED THE DOTS "
— snowkit | snow, snowy | cis male [he/him]
— four moons | june 30 | ages real-time
— kit of trad. shadowclan | to be mentored by [open]
— loner-born and proud | formerly known as minnow
— deaf in left ear | hates insects

" I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM "
— domestic cat [birth/main] | health: 100%
— white solid | blue eye, orange eye | reference
— shorthaired | scrawny build | no notable scarring
— injuries: none

" BUT NOW I KNOW WHO I'M NOT "
— adaptable | big-thinking | curious | friendly
— easily frustrated | greedy | lazy | unrealistic
— malleable | perfectionistic | stickler for rules
— all opinions are ic only

" I'M JUST A CURIOUS SPECK "
— npc x npc | brother to unknown
— single | crushing on nobody | bisexual

" THAT GOT CAUGHT UP IN ORBIT "
— attack in chocolate | physically easy | mentally easy
— no combat experience | no training | agile and nosy
— no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
— peaceful or nonviolent actions can be powerplayed

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]snowkit + thornfang
snowkit + mistheart

thank you!

[spoiler=✨ 11/1][size=8]" WHILE COLLECTING THE STARS "
— first roleplayed [11/1]

" I CONNECTED THE DOTS "
— snowkit | snow, snowy | cis male [he/him]
— four moons | june 30 | ages real-time
— kit of trad. shadowclan | to be mentored by [open]
— loner-born and proud | formerly known as minnow
— deaf in left ear | hates insects

" I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM "
— domestic cat [birth/main] | health: 100%
— white solid | blue eye, orange eye | reference
— shorthaired | scrawny build | no notable scarring
— injuries: none

" BUT NOW I KNOW WHO I'M NOT "
— adaptable | big-thinking | curious | friendly
— easily frustrated | greedy | lazy | unrealistic
— malleable | perfectionistic | stickler for rules
— all opinions are ic only

" I'M JUST A CURIOUS SPECK "
— npc x npc | brother to unknown
— single | crushing on nobody | bisexual

" THAT GOT CAUGHT UP IN ORBIT "
— attack in chocolate | physically easy | mentally easy
— no combat experience | no training | agile and nosy
— no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
— peaceful or nonviolent actions can be powerplayed

[fancypost borderwidth=0px][align=center][size=8]★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
- - - - - - - - -[justify][size=8]Name ★ "Opinion here."

Name ★ "Opinion here."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Sundown hadn't been that long ago, but for all Honeykit knew, moons could have passed since he'd left. He was tired and his ear still hurt and his stomach was the emptiest it had been in his entire life. The ground was cold and unforgiving under his paws. Only the occasional crunching of leaves broke the silence as he trudged along, following the cluster of fresh scents as well as he, with his inexperience, could. Clearly, survival in the forest required a bit more than slapping a fancy Clan suffix onto one's name. Nobody had told him that before he'd run off. Not that he would've listened.

The scents ahead were his only hope. They meant other cats — lots of other cats — which naturally meant food. Whether they had food or were going to make him into food was something else entirely. Honeykit knew little enough about the Clans to believe it was the former. Rocking on his paws, he took a deep breath. What were the chances he'd find prey before anyone found him?

[spoiler=✨ 11/28][size=8]" DRINK UP, BABY, STAY UP ALL NIGHT "
★ left home [11/27]
★ added -kit suffix to name [11/27]
★ first roleplayed [11/28]

" WITH THE THINGS YOU COULD DO "
★ honeykit [nose] | dmab demiboy [he/him]
★ five moons | june 5 | ages real-time
★ loner of no clan | to be mentored by [open]
★ loner-born | dislikes being called "honey"

" YOU WON'T BUT YOU MIGHT "
★ domestic cat [birth/main] | health: 100%
★ red mackerel tabby w/ white | yellow eyes | reference
★ shorthaired | large for his age
★ injuries: minor scratches [untreated], deep cut in right ear [untreated]

" THE POTENTIAL YOU'LL BE "
★ confident | genuine | observant | trusting
★ competitive | cowardly | reckless | stubborn
★ easily distracted | poor memory | unreliable
★ all opinions are ic only

" THAT YOU'LL NEVER SEE "
★ npc x npc | sibling to [undetermined]
★ single | crushing on nobody | gynesexual
★ ½ nothing

" THE PROMISES YOU'LL ONLY MAKE "
★ attack in #D49090 | super easy
★ no combat experience | will flee when hurt
★ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots
★ nonviolent actions can be powerplayed

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]Today, the odds were against him. It wasn't as if he had a problem with talking to cats he didn't know, but filling his stomach was his top priority. Apparently, that would have to wait. Honeykit stood tall at the sound of a stranger approaching; briefly, he wondered if he could somehow make himself fluff up like a bird, as if intimidation tactics could ever work for a kitten. The stranger's tone spelled danger, and her comments weren't too welcoming, either. Still, he had to stay, he had to have answers — Was this a Clan cat or another loner? Did he need to keep walking?

The kitten looked directly at Foxdancer, and all words promptly deserted him.

Hearing her voice was one thing; making eye contact was another. Maybe he was jumping to conclusions — all he knew about Clans came from stories he'd heard moons upon moons ago — but this stranger looked like a proper warrior. Capable, strong. Scary.

Honeykit stepped back with another crunch, staring upward with wide yellow eyes. "I, I don't know," he said once he'd gotten his nerve back. Technically, that was true; he considered himself an honest kit. Besides, if he did want to lie about something, now was obviously not the time. His ears twitched, and he winced. "They're gone, sort of."

[spoiler=✨ 11/28][size=8]" DRINK UP, BABY, STAY UP ALL NIGHT "
★ left home [11/27]
★ added -kit suffix to name [11/27]
★ first roleplayed [11/28]

" WITH THE THINGS YOU COULD DO "
★ honeykit [nose] | dmab demiboy [he/him]
★ five moons | june 5 | ages real-time
★ loner of no clan | to be mentored by [open]
★ loner-born | dislikes being called "honey"

" YOU WON'T BUT YOU MIGHT "
★ domestic cat [birth/main] | health: 100%
★ red mackerel tabby w/ white | yellow eyes | reference
★ shorthaired | large for his age | scarred right ear
★ injuries: minor scratches, deep cut in right ear

" THE POTENTIAL YOU'LL BE "
★ confident | genuine | observant | trusting
★ competitive | cowardly | reckless | stubborn
★ easily distracted | poor memory | unreliable
★ all opinions are ic only

" THAT YOU'LL NEVER SEE "
★ npc x npc | sibling to [undetermined]
★ single | crushing on nobody | gynesexual
★ ½ nothing

" THE PROMISES YOU'LL ONLY MAKE "
★ attack in #D49090 | super easy
★ no combat experience | will flee when hurt
★ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots
★ nonviolent actions can be powerplayed

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify][size=8]"I'm hungry." Eager to look at something that wasn't Foxdancer, Honeykit turned toward Littlepaw with a shadow of a smile, the best he could manage for his nervousness. Suddenly, he was getting His scent was sort of like the first stranger's, sort of like the rest of this place — and he'd said "Foxdancer" to the first cat. Foxdancer. Two parts. Did this mean he'd found a Clan, then? If they were this close, how hadn't he run into one before? Wait, no, he had to know for sure. "And I sorta got lost." He fell silent, paws pressing into the ground. "Where's 'here'?"

If Foxdancer had been scary, Thrushstar was terrifying. Honeykit's ears went back; had he been able to step away, he would have, but his paws were frozen to the spot under Thrushstar's gaze. Why was everyone around here so big? Then again, Snapper had been, too, so maybe it was a Clan thing, being big. Suddenly, he was getting that woefully underprepared feeling, the same one he'd gotten after half a night of hunger pangs — he was out of his depth. It'd been easy to think he could get food from these cats until he had to look them in the eyes.

A fourth cat approached; unlike the others, Sparrowheart didn't speak, only smiled. That alone wasn't enough to put Honeykit at ease. There was a special danger here. Honeykit wasn't sure what could happen if things went wrong (maybe they'd eat him, like he'd thought earlier?), but he trusted his instincts, and they were telling him to tread carefully. "Don't know," he repeated, shaking his head hard. "Really. Beetle's been gone, and — " Talking about his mother didn't usually bother him, but, with all these older cats standing around him, this felt like an interrogation. The kitten ducked his head and finished, "So's Snapper."

[spoiler=✨ 11/28][size=8]" DRINK UP, BABY, STAY UP ALL NIGHT "
★ left home [11/27]
★ added -kit suffix to name [11/27]
★ first roleplayed [11/28]

" WITH THE THINGS YOU COULD DO "
★ honeykit [nose] | dmab demiboy [he/him]
★ five moons | june 5 | ages real-time
★ loner of no clan | to be mentored by [open]
★ loner-born | dislikes being called "honey"

" YOU WON'T BUT YOU MIGHT "
★ domestic cat [birth/main] | health: 100%
★ red mackerel tabby w/ white | yellow eyes | reference
★ shorthaired | large for his age | scarred right ear
★ injuries: minor scratches, deep cut in right ear

" THE POTENTIAL YOU'LL BE "
★ confident | genuine | observant | trusting
★ competitive | cowardly | reckless | stubborn
★ easily distracted | poor memory | unreliable
★ all opinions are ic only

" THAT YOU'LL NEVER SEE "
★ npc x npc | sibling to [undetermined]
★ single | crushing on nobody | gynesexual
★ ½ nothing

" THE PROMISES YOU'LL ONLY MAKE "
★ attack in #D49090 | super easy
★ no combat experience | will flee when hurt
★ no kill/maim | pm for capture | pm for plots
★ nonviolent actions can be powerplayed