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[Stags]

Sandshrew was lounging about camp. No apprentice. No mate. No crushes. Nothing to do really. It was god damned awful. Recently, she had gotten back into the habit of grooming all of the dirt from her fur. But she had already done that. She had already eaten. She let out a sigh.

The tan warrior rolled to her paws, and decided to head to the nursery. Perhaps she could help the queens out by playing with the kits. She wasn't the most fond of the small creatures, but it would sure beat laying around doing nothing. The pretty she-cat popped her head into the darkened den. "Is there any enemy clancats in here?" She called out playfully. She used to love playing this with her.... mom.... Hopefully these new kits would play along. 



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[owl]

Mistykit     Mistykit had recently returned to the nursery, Ashcloud had said she was well enough to go back to the den. She had been lost the first few days but had quickly settled in. Her siblings were a little annoying, she hadn't been used to sharing a nest before either, but it was also a lot warmer. And a lot less lonely. She had a lot more opportunities to play, though not many of the other kits liked her games. She didn't especially like play-fighting, but she would tolerate it. Mossball on the other paw, was sent from the dark forest to toy with her mind. It was just pointless. She didn't like it. Her large ears perked up when she heard a voice call from the entrance of the den. "Is there any enemy clancats in here?" It was a pretty, singsong voice. Probably belonging to a molly, but not one of the queens. A warrior? The blue kit rose quickly to her paws and weaved around a few nests to go see who it was. Sure enough, a warrior stood there. She smelled like the forest and faintly of prey. And her pelt was just as pretty as her voice. Mistykit pushed down a surge of envy and spoke in a lulling voice she had heard her mother use to calm some of the younger kits a night or two ago. "I don't know about anyone else, but I'm a WillowClan cat through and through." She paused for a moment, before continuing in a more kitten-like, carefree tone. "My name's Mistykit. Who're you?" Tag: Stags Notes: here we goo

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[Stags]

Sandshrew couldn't help but be a tad bit of disappointed when the kit in the nursery didn't respond to her play-call as she had hoped. No matter, it was still someone to talk to. Putting on a calm face, Sandshrew entered the den fully and sat down with her tail curled over her large paws. She purred, and blinked at the tiny kit. "I'm glad you aren't an enemy cat. I'd have to figure out how you got all the way to WillowClan, she teased.

The kit continued to talk, and she interduced herself as Mistykit. "Mistykit," Sandshrew repeated. "What a pretty name. My name is Sandshrew. I'm a WillowClan warrior, just like you'll be." She sure hoped this kit wasn't a Royal. She sincerely couldn't recall any Royal litters...

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[owl]

Mistykit     Mistykit couldn't help but smile when the warrior spoke, complimenting her name. She seemed nice. "Thank you, Sandshrew." She responded politely. Her mother told her to be  gracious to warriors. She hadn't talked to many, but she usually got away with whatever she said. Who thinks a little kit like her could do any harm? "I think your name is pretty too. I hope Willowstar will give me one that is as good as yours." She had to admit, she was laying on the flattery a little thick. But it wasn't completely false. She did like the pretty warrior's name. She had no idea what she would do if Willowstar gave her an ugly one. Like... Mistynose. It was so boooring. And what did it even mean? That she had mist on her nose? It made no sense. That was probably a big fear of hers, getting a bad name. But she had a long ways to go before she earned one. Still had a few moons left in kithood for her. I can't wait to see who my mentor will be. But I'm patient. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you here? I thought a warrior would have more important warrior-y things to do than just talk to kits?" What do warriors actually do? Tag: Stags Notes: xx

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[Stags]

Sandshrew purred. This little kit was so adorable, it almost made her want to get one of her own. She did quite like her own name. It was unique and clever, and fitted her perfectly. She was a sandy color- but also liked being in the sand- and was pretty bird-like by nature. Sandshrew thought for a second. "What about Mistyrain? That'd be a really pretty name for you." If the kit liked it, perhaps she would remember and talk to Willowstar about it when the kit was older.

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you here? I thought a warrior would have more important warrior-y things to do than just talk to kits?"

Sandshrew could feel her pelt warm up a little at the thought. She didn't want to admit she was just board and wanted something to do. Instead, she would say something impressive. "I was just checking out the nursery to see if there's any cool kits I may be given as an apprentice next ceremony. I'm a new warrior and haven't had one yet." It wasn't a complete lie. She knew her life would immediately pick up with an apprentice. But there were so many experienced warriors... She probably wouldn't get one for a while.

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[owl]

Mistykit     "Hmm." Mistykit rolled the name around in her head a bit. It seemed a tad strange, but sounded pretty no matter it making sense or not. Still, that bugged her. Mistyrain? How can one be mist and rain all at once? But she didn't want to hurt this cat's feelings. So she nodded indifferently and said, "Maybe. I'll think more about it once I'm an apprentice." It's all up to Willowstar anyways. I don't want to stress. Mother says stress makes cats look old. If I am good and please her, she will give me a proper name. Completely missing on the fact that Sandshrew had some up with a lie on the spot to hide her true motives, she brightened a little at the warrior's words. Oh! Is she? I am not near enough to become an apprentice in the next ceremony, but soon! Then again, that's all up to Willowstar as well. I mustn't count my prey before I catch. "Well I hope I am a cool enough kit to peak your interest." She said frankly, giving her bushy little tail a wave. Mistykit didn't have as much muscle from playing as the other kits did, and still looked rather frail, but she was making sure to eat well. She didn't like play fighting but she would on occasion. But she hoped Sandshrew was looking more for a personality match than an able-bodied apprentice. She would become more physically strong as she recovered, she knew it. She thought back to more things she could do to make this cat like her. Even if they didn't get paired together, Mistykit wanted to be on good terms with as many warriors as she could. Just in case. "You asked about enemy clancats when you first came in, were you meaning to start a game? I hope it's not too late now to play." Tag: Stags Notes: sorry for the lateness rip

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