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◼️ Fieldkit watched with narrowed eyes as her parents left the camp. She didn't understand at the time, why they chose to ignore her and act like she didn't even exist. They of course, had their own problems and warrior duties, but so did the other Queens. She sighed and decided that mauling over it she would go and do something to cheer herself up. She thought for a moment and tossed around ideas or threw them out of her mind. She was half tempted to follow her parents out and see if that would draw their attention. - Scratch that idea.
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◼️ She wasn't about to get herself into trouble, just to get their attention. She let out a long sigh and walked from the entrance of the nursery to the grass near it and flopped down. She glanced wishfully at the entrance and then turned her head away and laid her head on her paws. A short few minutes passed and a shadow fell over her. She flattened her ears uncertainly and looked up to see who the shadow belonged too. She yawned, rising to sit up, wrapping her tail over her front paws, waiting for the other cat to speak.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 24, 2021 16:45:13 GMT -5
It was her turn to bring the fresh-kill to the queens. It had been barely a moon since Sunpaw had been a kit herself in the apprentices' den, and yet that felt like moons away now, her own schedule adjusted to the way her training was these days. A couple of voles in her jaw, she marched her way to the den, a bright grin on her face.
"Delivery!" she called out, peering into the den, only to see Fieldkit at the entrance. "Goooood morning!" she greeted, "you must be Fieldkit, right?"
