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"Because we're kits in the clan. It's like a rank thing." Spell explained, realizing how it must seem funny to the other kit. "When we're apprentices in a moon, we'll be Spellpaw and Goldenpaw, and then we'll get our real names when we're warriors."

Okay, will do tomorrow.

The kitten started a little when he heard Lunalight's voice behind him. "Oh, hi." he greeted, turning to see the other cat. She wanted to know how the book was? "Oh, uh, it's great." Spell hadn't even managed to get past the first sentence forget the first page. However, he wasn't about to tell Lunalight that. "How's yours?" he asked, figuring that was the most normal response.

The kitten's heart was racing. He had become an ambassador before he had even become an apprentice and he had no clue what he was doing. Spellkit had only left camp once before, forget gone to another clan all by himself. The first of clans on his list was a group called the Arcane. He had heard about them before in Stormclan. They were a group full of strange creatures from what he'd heard. The idea scared Spell. He took a few deep breaths as he walked though the forested island territory, the handle of a gift basket clamped tightly in between his jaws. These are nice people. he reminded himself, And you need to be a nice, friendly person too. Not a wimpy kit. Bringing gifts is a fun first job. He took one more look around before walking into the camp, realizing that he had never been on an island before. It was beautiful, wasn't it? He stopped for a moment at the entrance and stared. Here was his big moment. "Hello!" called the little red tabby tom, padding in. The wicker basket he dropped at his paws was overflowing with treats of all kinds, "I'm here with gifts form Stormclan!"

The kitten walked through the forest, tail high and basket clamped tight between his jaws. This was his second trip to bear gifts to an ally, and he was feeling better now. Sure, the butterflies of going somewhere new were still there, but not quite like before. He now had a little experience under his belt and was about to get some more. That said, Spellkit still had almost no clue where he was going. For what seemed like the millionth time, the little red tabby paused to get his bearings and figure out which direction his next goal was in. Spell remembered receiving thorough directions from his clan mates before his departure, yet he still couldn't seem to find the place. Hm... what landmarks did they say to look for again? Spellkit looked focused to the side and walked until thud! "Ow." the little tom yelped, pulling back and spilling a few goodies from the basket. He looked up as he gathered the lost treats back together to see what, exactly, he had walked into. There was nothing exciting about the tree upon first glance; it was just another green tree that Spell couldn't identify and looked exactly like every other tree in this forest. However, it was when he took a step back that he realized the tree was part of what appeared to be a camp entrance. "Riddleclan." Spell whispered excitedly, relieved that he had found it at last. The kit picked up his basket and carried it proudly into camp. "Gifts from Stormclan!" he announced as loud he could. Spellkit was not used to being loud, but as an ambassador, he needed people to be able to hear him when he came waltzing into their camps with a basket of surprises.

Gift threads!

Riddleclan: || One Moment Out of Time || OPEN-- Gifts!

The Arcane: {I Invite You to a World --OPEN, Gifts-- Where There Is No Such Thing as Time}

I can also take the last two if need be.

The territory of Solsticeclan was something Spellkit was much more comfortable with than the foreign territories he'd traveled to in the past. The kitten embrace the mountains, hills, and trees which reminded him an awful lot of home. He embraced the cool, crisp taste of the air. He embraced the green that covered the otherwise rough terrain. However, he did not embrace the wind. The little tabby was all but being blown away by the strong gusts. It was all he could do to keep the treats in the basket he carried from being swept away by the wind. And every once in awhile, the wind did blow something out and Spell had to chase it down and put it back before anything else could blow away, including himself. At last, the tiny ambassador had made it into the camp of Solsticeclan, feeling like he had achieved something truly great. "Gifts from Stormclan!" Spellkit would call, dropping the basket at his paws. Bad move, the cloth covering the wicker basket flew off, along with a thin book that was in the basket. Spellkit managed to catch the book before it got to far and stuck it back in the basket. "That's for Solsticeclan, stupid wind." he mumbled.

Solsticeclan: I met a man today || GIFTS-OPEN || and he smiled back at me

The Sanctuary: Far from home [OPEN || GIFTS] But we're so happy

Spellkit the mini ambassador was on a roll. He had already gone bearing gifts to three different clans. Heck, he was starting to feel like Santa Claus. The tiny tom didn't mind at all. He loved his job. Getting to see new places, the way the other kits faces lit up when he handed them cookies. It was fantastic. "I'm here with gifts from Stormclan!" called Spellkit, padding into the Sanctuary's camp.

Spellkit's heart raced. What was this? A raid, dummy. his mind reminded him. Spell had never been exposed to such a thing before and it scared the poor kit half to death. Where was his mother? The little red tabby tom looked around frantically for people he knew. He wasn't about to fight the Exiles who were much bigger, older, and stronger than himself, but he wanted to be sure his mother and siblings were doing okay. Spell tried to slip unnoticed through the action.

Spellkit was almost an apprentice now, and his age and position were starting to get to his head. The little red tabby tom had decided to leave camp for a bit, just to take a walk and unwind. You know, see what was out there. It seemed funny to the little red tabby tom that he had seen the territories of so many other clans now, but had hardly explored his own. So, that's exactly what Spell was going to do today. It was as he reached the border that the kitten caught a whiff of someone he didn't recognize. His heart raced; had he made a bad decision coming out here? Was it an enemy clan or some other malevolent intruder? Calm yourself, Spell. a littler voice in his head reminded him, You're almost an apprentice now and you already have some big duties for a kit. So, bottom line, don't be a baby. Okay, so the little pep talker in his head was making him feel a little better. It had a point, after all; there's nothing to be afraid of, it's probably just a guest or a joiner. He just needed to man up a little was all. Feeling braver, Spell followed the scent. The owner of the smell proved to be a male Spell hadn't seen before, but he seemed harmless. Spellkit knew what to say this time, he'd heard it said before, "Hello? This is Stormclan territory. Name and business please." Spell felt a twinge of satisfaction in saying these words; he really was becoming an adult early on.

"Yeah, it's my first time." Spellkit confirmed, pushing the basket over to the Arcane members. The young ambassador had thought that going straight into the camp seemed like the most convenient way to do things for the members of the receiving clan; it hadn't occurred to him that they might not want an unfamiliar kit just waltzing in with a basket. Which, speaking of the basket, Spell wasn't so sure what to do with it from here. "Do you want me to hand out the gifts or do you guys just want to take it?" he asked, hoping he didn't seem too ignorant.

"You're welcome." Spell mewed politely. "I'm Spellkit, a new ambassador in Stormclan." Her other question took him a moment. He hesitated a moment before answering, "Stormclan has been okay, we've had a whole bunch of people come to join us. We've been raided twice now though." The little red tabby looked down at his feet for a moment as he said this, remembering the Exiles and that other clan marching onto Stormclan territory... how frightening they were. He looked back up quickly though to respond to Carbonfiber; "Oh, um, no thank you." he responded, "I really appreciate the offer though."

"Oh, okay." Spellkit mewed, it wasn't surprising to have another joiner. Stormclan had seen quite a lot of them lately. However, this was a little different for Spellkit because not only was he the one greeting the newcomer, but they also appeared to be about his age. They hadn't seen a new kit before. "In that case, welcome. I'll take you back to camp, then." The little tabby turned and began moving back in the direction of home, motioning for Striking to follow. Spell shot a glance over his shoulder at Flatline for approval. He was almost certain that he allowed to bring newcomers to camp, but he wanted to make absolute sure. He could be in big trouble if he got too cocky in front of in adult.

Time went too fast these days. Spell didn't even have a 'paw' at the end of his name yet and already he was starting to feel like an adult. This week had been particularly exhausting; Spell had gone from never having left the camp to visiting four new clans by himself and greeting a newcomer. The kitten was beginning to doubt his ability to have responsibilities so young. Spell had hardly had any time to continue his bring the family back together attempts. He hadn't even seen his siblings in what felt like forever. So, here he was, searching the nursery for one of his brothers or sisters. Spell would bond with his family if it killed him.

Featherkit and Spellkit: i'd like to make myself believe {PRIVATE-Featherkit} that planet earth turns slowly

Sorry for the delay!

"I, uh, bring you all kinds of things." Spellkit said stupidly, awed by the Riddleclan leader. Spell had met foreign leaders before, but never like Shadowstalker; compared to Spellkit, she was a gaint and one with a magnificent pair of wings at that. Spell, realizing that he was staring, quickly buried his nose in the basket of gifts, his face hot with embarrassment. "Uh, yeah, we have books and cookies and all kinds of other stuff."

"Oh, yeah. . . I guess that makes sense. Thank you." Spellkit mewed, an embarrassed look on his face. It did make sense that clans wouldn't want an unfamiliar kitten just waltzing into their camp to hand out gifts. "But yeah, how about I start with you then?" he suggested to Cyrus, "What would you like?"

He could attack Spellkit over in Stormclan. His life has been way too peaceful and perfect.

OOC: Whoops, missed that they were on the battlefield. Was under the impression that this was some sort of camp ambush. Sorry, gonna pull Spell out then.