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Maltedkit. Such an odd name for the outcast of a kitten whom was now laying in the strange-scented territory. She was old enough to comprehend that she had been thrown from every clan she went to, she was nearly three moons old, although her mind and appearance gave the resemblance to an Apprentice. It was a wonder why she had been tossed from every place. All that the kitten had to bring was her loyalty. Hunting, fighting. She hasn't learned that stuff yet, she barely knew where she was. The scent of fish gave her the hope that there were cats that could potentially take her in and give her a home for her life.

I like this idea, it sounds pretty organized and such. I also find bookmarks cluttery, not sure the exact reason, I just do. XD
It also sounds similar to the new replies to my posts and unread replies.

Tiny kitten ears peeped up from the edge of the camp. What was Fin apologizing to these cats for? The sour mood was gone... For now. At least until something were to trigger her memory of her mother's death. She was still touchy about the whole situation, despite being four moons old. Heather harvest was a great mother for the seconds Truekit had known her, but that didn't affect her emotions.

No matter what happened, she would always be this way. Who knows where her siblings were right now, running off or playing. She liked to act like a normal cat, and less like a cherished kit. Chilling in the camp was pretty fun, watching the many faces pass by. No matte how many cats passed by, she would always be expecting her mother to walk in the camp and just say hi.

More than one cat had shown up. This was great. Malted kit had learned the more cats that showed up, the less likely her chances of actually having a place to call home were. Not even a squeak erupted from the kittens mouth. Trying to look strong would do no good, trying to look weak would do no good. What else was there to do other then be herself. All she could do while frozen in spot was to crouch down. This could be her death, but they both seemed pretty nice, so that was unlikely.

[font=georgia]Prom was coming up, the topic was well on her mind. Whether she would be asked or not was completely up to fate. If fate was her mother, whom had been dead for four moons now, luck would be on he side, but she just didn't know how fate worked. There was one Kit on her mind, Dragonkit, she felt a connection with him, maybe because of his father, but she highly doubted he would ask her. Who would even ask a kit anyways. For now, she was riding solo.

"Can I help tooo?" The yound, lightly toned voice of Truekit came. Thie would surely help to get her mind off of her mother. Although four moons had passed and she had only gotten to know her mother for a heartbeat, she still hated loosing her. She still had a father, but it just wasn't the same as a mother like Heatherharvest.

"Ok." At least Litch was starting to feel pretty smart for being taught something so complicated. A dead cat being born again sounded silly, but it was cool. The kitten wanted to learn more and become smart, like Hysteria. That could happen later, though.

Twi was hungry, and she wanted food, but having no parents meant that she couldn't get any milk. She had started eating normal food anyways. A little early, but it was a good start. Pawing a mouse off of the freshkill pile, she sliced off the skin and started to eat the meat. Something about the furry skin made her not like it, she used it to line her nest. It was soft and furry, a perfect idea for a kit's nest.

Twilight Litch - Boneclan - Four Moons

She may have been one o the younger competitors in the storytelling contest, but that only made her more confident that her cuteness would please the crowd. Something abou the story she was about to tell just made her heart sink and rise at the same time. It gave hope but fear to the audience. And there it was that she began.

"Dark clouds roared over head. The thunder boomed like an army of a thousand cats coming towards the camp. Branches whipped against each other, leaving trees scarred, and fallen. It wasn't the greatest day for young Almona to be exploring, it wasn't really any day that a three moon old Kit should be exploring. Cries from the wind could be heard from miles away, but the fog was the only thing stopping the kitten from returning back to the camp, where she could be safely cared for.

The trees fought against the wind, a battle the could not easily be won. A large oak tree stood tall and strong, not giving up the fight against the wind. There was no point to put in the effort though. Seconds later Almona's young, shattered body stood under the oak. The cries of pain and fear were silenced by the wind, but one sole surivor, a hero could hear the silenced cries from far away.

That hero was noneother than Hysteria, the brave Herb of Boneclan. Not the greatest day to be out searching for herbs, but it was fate that lead the Herb out to the kitten. Blood of the feirce kitten stained the trees, making her weaker every second. The weight began to lift off of her body. Had it been her soul going up to heaven? Was the battle over? Blackness drew her thoughts away as she went into a state of unconciousness.

Light shone through the den as the kitten opened her eyes. Moving wasn't an option, in the state she was in, but the rain that had been pounding her ears had stopped. The world had grown silent, except for the voice of the herb. Slowly encouraging her back into conciousness. Nobody except the Herb himslef knew what had happened on that day. But that day was the day that fate had been helping the kitten, as scarred as she was. "

Maltedkit began to smile as Greenpaw did his grin, but the seriousness of Dustwhisker wiped that smile away quickly. "River. Clan?" The place certainly smelled like a river, but never had she heard of it herself. Riverclan was one of the clans she didn't know, with every other clan except for Thunderclan and Windclan.

I am twinless. D:

Malketkit sighed. Were they really argueing in front of her. She wasn't even sure where she came from, she just knew she hadn't gotten accepted in a clan yet. Maltedkit wasn't even sure what to say, so she just stood there crouching, wondering if they would accept her.

"I-I'm Maltedkit." She stammered, feeling more welcome with another Kit, and the fact that she was called a little 'Lady'. She liked Greenpaw, he seemed pretty nice to her, and Fahrenheitkit too.

"Not sure, I'm hoping you will accept me ever so graciously into the clan." Maltedkit replied, looking at the Apprentice. The other cats were making her a little nervous, but Greenpaw seemed cool, and he seemed to be fairly close to her age.

With light, bouncing steps Truekit ha appeared on the scene, of course to meet the new scent in the clan. She loved having new faces to remember, and we friends too. "I'm Truekit, who are you?"

"How do you know my name?" Truekit asked, forgetting she had said it two seconds ago. Her mind was still developing, she was a little stupid at times. "Are you a magician?"

I did?" Truekit srugged, she was just a Kit, she couldn't be judged. "He's nice, let him join!" He did seem like a nice cat to the kitte, but she thought eveyone with a smile was nice.

"Do you want me to get some Freshkill for you?" She asked Hysteria. She was okay eating alone, but it would be much better withHusteria.

"A Clan?" Maltedkit repeated the word, first out loud then in her head a few times. It did seem familiar, but she honestly didn't know where exactly she was from. "Yes, yes! A clan!"

"Capured?" The young four moon old's paws found themselves approaching yet another situation with cats she had never met before, but strangers were only cats that were yet to be a friend of yours. "Who was captured?" Litch hated how small Kits were being taken, they always managed to escape or just disappear anyways. There was no need for it. Only the odd one would actually stay and become a loyal Boneclan Warrior, even then they'd still miss their clan.

Truekit was beggining to get somewhat depressed. It had been about foursomes since her mother had died at her birth, she saw her father around rarely, and even then he didn't talk to her often, and where to get started with her siblings, wherever the heck they were.