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Jeremiah had finally reached the age that he could venture out of the nursery of kittens to explore on his own. He had watched curiously from the windows, peering in to the duties of those senior to him with admiration. Today was the day he could get a taste of the outside world, and his adventerous nature caused his ears to twitch with excitement at the thought of it. As the sun rose in the sky, buttery rays of light shone in to the Bloodclan home, and with child-like excitement and enthusiasm, Jeremiah hopped eagerly to his large, four white paws. The young son of Jailbird and Sheogorath had the makings of what would be, a large and muscular tom-cat, his paws were incredibly big on his kitten frame, but he would soon grow in to them.

He used his freckled nose to push open the front door, and his creamy-hued body slipped right through. Like a sensory over-load, there was so much to see . . . smell . . . and stalk. His vibrant green orbs, sparkling like lanterns, flickered to a black beetle that was crossing his path. The boy chuckled, and lowered his body to the floor in preparation to pounce just like had practiced with his siblings in the nursery. He wriggled his rump, eyes fixed on the insect that was scuttling across the floor. After a few seconds of stalking, Jeremiah pounced . . . with very little elegance. "Got ya!" He smirked, lifting his paws to get a look at his prey.

"Oh," After peeking under his paws, the cream tabby was disappointed to see he had in fact missed the insect. He lifted his head, and seen the beetle running away, under the safety of a rock, away from the over zealous kitten.

//OMG a charrie called liverpool <3 i'm from liverpool!! :oo

Jeremiah was only fresh out the nursery, his pelt still retained that kitten-like tuftiness and his green eyes sparkled with the youthful hopefulness of a child. Something that most bloodclan members soon lost- there was a coldness in the eyes of the adults around him, it made him wonder what they had seen . . . and he couldn't wait till he was old enough to experience it too. One clumsy paw in front of the other, Jeremiah weaved through the legs of his elders, craning his neck up curiously to the stranger.

He allowed his rump to plop to the ground beside Ruth, "I'm Jeremiah." The kit was next to introduce himself.

Jeremiah's large, tufted ears flickered curiously at the conversation coming from beside him. They were going hunting? Jeremiah couldn't say no at a chance to brush up on his skills. Standing to all four paws, he padded over, head low between his wide shoulders. "I'll come too." He announced gruffly.

Jeremiah appeared to the left side of Ruth. This was his first time encourting a cat from outside of his own clan, so the young boy (despite no threat from the Darkclanner) kept his posture straight and alert, his head dipped low between his square shoulders. Jeremiah had not been born when the dog attack happened . . . but he knew about it. His own father died during it.

As Ruth spoke the name of his deceased father, Jeremiah's heart thudded heart in his ribcage - beating swiftly in his chest like the wings of a bird. Although his expression remained emotionless, Jeremiah wondered what his father was like, if they would have liked each other, if they would have been close.

The sound of heavy, clumsy paws split the midnight silence as Jeremiah padded through the halls of the Bloodclan house. His shoulder blades slided smoothly beneath his short, creamy-hued pelt and his maturing muscles were beginning to make their appearance. As he was growing, becoming more knowledgeable, Jeremiah began to ponder more about his father. His father had somewhat of a legacy around Bloodclan, but had died at the jaws of canines before he was born. His ears lay flat to his skull, silent grief splitting at his mind. He grieved his father, despite never meeting him. . . he mourned for what could have been, he yearned for a father-figure.

After a deep sigh left his maw, Jeremiah made a little announcement in hopes to learn about his father. He wanted to be just like him, to make his mother, Jailbird, proud. "Hey . .. guys? Could anyone tell me what my father, Sheogorath, was like?"

Nosey and inquisitive, when Jeremiah heard the accusation that a kit had left the territory of Bloodclan - the young male wanted to learn more. Ivory peppered paws thudded softly across the floor, his large pads echoed through the halls of the Bloodclan house, announcing his arrival before he spoke.

“Where have you been?” Jeremiah’s thick, lustrous voice spoke next. He didn’t speak in an angry, accusatory tone. A mischievous smile curved his maw, little white teeth sparkling against his dark lips.

Dark, forest-green eyes shone through the dim halls of the Bloodclan mansion. Belonging to the growing figure of Jeremiah, his heavy paws thumped ungracefully against the cobbled flooring, whilst his thin tail dragged behind him. Through boredom and curiosity,

the cream-hued feline used his freckled nose to push open a door that two voices emitted from.

Liverpool. He had been present when the male had joined Bloodclan, and Jeremiah had an admiration towards the strength that he felt the elder possessed. He trotted forward, head tilted inquisitively at the yarn ball the two were batting. "I'll play." His ivory peppered maw split in to a boyish grin, as he crouched in to a stalking position, rump high in the air.

”What’s going- WOAH.”

Jeremiah, with his head held perhaps a little too high as he missed the shimmering sheet of ice beneath him, had been intrigued by the call out by the fellow young Tom and had came eagerly bounding over. As soon as one of his big, clumsy paws stepped upon the ice ; Jeremiah went flailing wildly, like bambi on ice.

With absolutely no grace at all, Jeremiah skidded over the ice, using his claws in an attempt to slow him self down but his panic only caused him to speed up.

“Watch out!!”

Jeremiah couldn’t stop himself, and was heading head-first in to Phantom . . .

The scent of blood caused the freckled nose of Jeremiah to twitch in interest, and he used his ivory peppered paws to carry his large, maturing body to the source of it. Luna. Unbeknownst to him, the femme had had an affair with his father when he was alive, but Jeremiah didn't know this - so he acted towards with her as he would with anyone else. "Welcome back." His rough, low voice would grumble as he joined the crowd. Noticing the scent of blood was coming from her, the sticky red liquid stained her lips and paws, he arched a nonexistent brow and a boyish grin curved his creamy maw. "You've been busy." The apprentice-aged feline would chuckle, motioning to the blood and fur on her pelt.