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The sun wasn't as hot as it had been- leaf-fall was upon them and the night was cool and the moon brilliant in the expansive sky. Lusterpaw was experiencing the first of her alone time- her brother was off on hunting patrol and she was alone, for the first time in a long time. It was unsettling, and the small inky she-cat was sitting primly outside of the apprentice den, wondering what to do with her time.
Cats passed her every once in a while- on their way to their many events. She followed their steps with her pale amber eyes, the soft round features of her face pinched with interest. Her downy coat served her well in this weather, but she stood out like a soft shadow, her black form outlined against the foliage
A small smile spread across her tiny maw. Finally, someone to talk to!
The tiny puff of grey fur, barely big enough to be fully distinguished from an incredibly fluffy mouse, strutted across the clan camp over to the apprentice whom she found sitting by her lonesome. There was confidence to her step that could be debated was either older than her years or only capable of a cat so wrapped up in the grasp of youth. Her eyes, round as the full moon itself were alight with some fiery intermingling of confidence and mischief, and again, like her confidence, was hard to distinguish between being a symptom of youth or a quality of something much more mature and ancient. Still, the vigor of kit-hood encompassed her, and her child-like energy could be seen in every minute movement.
"Hi, I'm Berrykit!" She wasted no time greeting the apprentice, the slight formality of her tone seeming almost hilarious when coming from a cat so young. "What's your name? I don't think we've met before."
Formality was Lusterpaw's style, but it did make her smile slightly to hear the tone coming from such a small she-kit. Lusterpaw remembered when she was that age, and the respect she had had for the apprentices, and offered the kitten a smile.
"Berrykit. It's nice to meet you, I'm Lusterpaw." The poof at the end of her tail twitched along with her greeting, her amber eyes catching on the gray form of the petite kit. "I've been out of the nursery for a few months. Who is raising you?" Being raised by an adoptive queen herself, she was careful not to ask who Berrykit's mother was- she was well aware of what it was like growing up without one.
"Oh, uh, I sort of take care of myself." The kitten replied with an awkward mutter, not quite upset but slightly embaressed as she gave a quick glance away. The kit had spent her days basically being "kept an eye on" by a variety of queens, but, only having lost her parents after she was old enough to eat solid food and having a naturally independent streak to boot, she was less cared for by any individual queen and more loosely watched after by anyone who could spare a glance her way. Not that it really upset her, but she hated the awkwardness of being an outlier.
"So, what's it like being an apprentice?" She asked, changing the subject as her eyes renewed their vigor with a gleam of curiosity. It seemed, in a moment, it was if every bit of her abashment disapeared.
Lusterpaw's expression softened a bit further. "You're not alone, you know. My brother and I grew up the same way. The clan is our family." After her response, the she-cat took a moment to ruminate over the question. Being an apprentice had been relatively uneventful- her mentor was busy, as he held a higher position in the clan. But she had learned a lot from Crescentpaw and his mentor.
"It's different from being a kit. More freedom to move around. But it's a lot more information to know, too. So I'd say it's equal parts fun and responsibility. Enjoy kithood." She grinned as she delivered her response.
Despite the fact that as young as she was she could tell Lusterpaw was trying to be sympathetic, the topic still made her slightly visibly uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because she never saw herself the same way most cats who grew up without parents in the clans did. She wasn't a child of loners or rogues, or unclaimed half-clan kits, or parents who didn't want to care for her. Sometimes cats would even passingly mention her parent's names, remember her father and mother as brave and noble warriors and about their admirable long bloodline in Moonclan. It felt like an odd mockery that they had been killed off just before she was old enough to really remember them. Perhaps that fueled anger and an odd sort of arrogance in her, but she would have been hard pressed to admit it. Instead she just once again tried to shake the mention of it off, and seemed highly relieved when Lusterpaw finally moved on to talking about her apprenticeship.
"Well, I'm excited to become an apprentice!" She said, half in a declaration and half in protest to Lusterpaw's tacit implication that she should just patiently enjoy her youth for what it was. "I enjoy learning new stuff, and the camp is always cramped." Berrykit said, without a hint of irony in acknowledgement of the fact that she was still small enough to fit about anywhere.
This kit, strong-willed and vibrant as she was, reminded Lusterpaw of her brother. Personally, she had never felt the desire to leave camp early- she had been a rule follower from birth, moral and loyal, but had once been dragged into sneaking out by Crescentpaw. "I won't deny that it is exciting to be an apprentice." She chuckled, tail tip twitching. "But it's also nice not having to fetch things for the elders."
"How old are you, anyway? You still look a few moons away from being assigned a mentor." Lusterpaw's head tilted as she looked at the kit, amused.
She gave a slow nod, in agreement that perhaps being the errand cat for elder was perhaps not the most exciting job in the world, before her ears perked at the question. She was familiar with it as she, like the rest of her family on her mother's side, was seemingly ageless, or at least, incredibly hard to decipher in age. Something about those big circle-wide eyes and fluffy, velvet fur that never seemed to thin or grow course had a tendency to display a sort of everlasting youth. Of course that was rather pointless at Berrykit's age, youthfulness not being quite as important when one was already incredibly young, but even at her young age her appearance had the rather magical ability to completely confound other on her true age.
"Fours moons." She decalared rather proudly, given her chest fur a small, regal lick in pride; treating her age as a sort of earned accomplishment. In truth, it might have been rather surprising, as despite her words she looked three moons at most, if not on the middle or older side of two.
