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    Turning towards Six, the kitten felt almost intimidated by the larger figure, but managed to muster a nod. "I did! I went to Shadowclan and they were so scared!" He purred, though he knew he was lying. Lying was bad, but what choice else did he have?


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    this time, he had gone without six' orders. last time, in shadowclan, six had told him to murder a bunch of kittens and present them to the clans. well, that wasn't very nice, the kit mused, so he brought them flower crowns instead. as expected, the clan cats were not very accepting of him being on their territory, whether it was a helpless little kit toting flower crowns for them to wear. rudolph was actually a big admirer or the clans, and unlike the ragged, ramshackle state of bloodclan, he loved how they could keep everything in order. that they didn't have to kill to ensure victory. that they actually ate real prey, instead of twoleg garbage. so roody had been inspired to come back to the clans, though not shadowclan. skyclan was another one of the clans he'd heard of.


    it was a tiring journey to the clan, to say the least. just like last time, he had to make an arduous journey that a kit should not have made. but he was a little more accustomed to walking long distances, and since his last trek to a clan, he strangely felt a little less tired. his paws seemed to trot with ease, and one could say that he was gaining physical strength to his chubby little body. he, however, was unused to the sloped terrain of skyclan territory, he was used to the sidewalks and cement of bloodclan. he had heard that skyclan was the clan of climbing and trees, but he didn't think that they needed such a slope to...traverse trees. his eyes searched the land, green optics glancing at the pine and oak trees, the smell still so unfamiliar to him. how could they live here when it smelled like petrichor all the time? blinking, the tom quickly scuttled through the territory, avoiding the gaze of eagles and other kit-predators with skillful steps. he could hear the raucous cry of the crow, the skittering of the squirrel.


    a distinct scent, foreign and overpowering, wafted onto the kit's sensitive nose. here, it must be skyclan. he knew enough to know when to know when there was a marking here. his curious eyes blinked again. one might wonder, why was he here? the answer lied on his head and his back, adorned with the most miniature of flower crowns that they looked like it belongs to a mice kingdom. he had crafted those himself, sneaking out and weaving flowers, vines, and branches to form an artful masterpiece. only one cat took the flower crowns he offered last time - he hoped skyclan was not as defensive. toting the crowns and deliveri them to this clan had actually been a challenge for him - sometimes the crowns would get stuck on thistle bushes and would drop to the floor. picking them up and placing them onto him had greatly increased his arrival time, more than he would have liked.


    "hey! skyclan! i have come here to give you a gift - don't worry about the bloodclan scent and all, there's no ambushes or anything!" the kitten blabbered cheekily, his voice barely audible against the cries of the forest. yet he knew someone would hear it. he actually didn't take the time to effectively wipe off the bloodclan scent off him and instead carried it with him like a veil of some sort - it was still scentable. he sat down and started to take the flower crowns off of him - they were starting to get quite itchy actually. someone had to come, right?