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AND IN YOUR MAN MADE DARK THE LIGHT INSIDE YOU DIED —
Nightkit knew he wasn't supposed to be outside of camp. he'd been told a million times, how could he not know? it was just that he didn't care enough to stop doing so, and it was for this reason that nightkit was the first to stumble upon the siblings. blue-black fur glossy and shimmering in the sunlight, vivid gold eyes were peer curiously at them through the long grass he was hiding in, before the large and graceful kit would leap out daintily, his head cocked to one side. "Who're you? And why're you here?"
"Speech."
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AND IN YOUR MAN MADE DARK THE LIGHT INSIDE YOU DIED —
nightkit always seemed to be at the border whenever new people were joining, or at least returning... which was quite a feat, considering the fact he wasn't technically even supposed to leave the camp. of course, he rarely payed attention to the rules, and so yet again he was here. blinking wide gold eyes at the soft-furred tom, he'd stare for a moment, before speaking in his soft, smooth voice. "Hello. Who are you, and what's your business here in Windclan?"
"Speech."
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AND IN YOUR MAN MADE DARK THE LIGHT INSIDE YOU DIED —
Sighing and rolling his gold eyes, the black tom would nod at argent, flicking an ear, before turning and following littlepaw. "Can we at least pick up some flowers on the way back?" he'd ask her, as his small paws began the journey back to camp.
"Speech."
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