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Daffodilkit batted at one of the ponds in camp, to tadpoles always managed to swim away. Though she wasn't moving very fast and her shadow kept falling over the water. The golden kit knew she wasn't supposed to eat them, but it couldn't hurt to just bat at them right? They kept swimming in small circles, deviating only when she stuck her paw in the water. Round and round they went, she wondered if they were happy with their life? What did tadpoles feel? At that thought she felt bad for poking at them and stepped back to lay down. Sprawling out next to the pond her green eyes still where on the tadpoles and her mind was full of questions.
A beautiful ginger and white she-cat laid nearby. Her belly swelling with unborn kits. She was only just beginning to show, not being pregnant for long. She had been watching the kit play with the tadpoles, day dreaming of what her kits would be like and what they would do. When the kit stopped playing in the water and laid down, Windchaser spoke up, "are you bored already?" There was a warm smile on her face and her green eyes beamed with amusement.
"Teheheh, let me join you!" Came a giggle from Butterkit.
The golden gingery tom pranced over, it was an utter mystery on what his warrior name would be, but most were guessing it was going to be Butterfly or Buttercup. To a kit like himself though he hadn't paid much mind to it. Butterkit looked over his shoulder like he did many times and saw Freckledorange staring not just him, but Daffodilkit. He looked at Windchaser and then at Daffodilkit before lying down beside the kit. He didn't understand why the DayClan cats seemed to suddenly look for something frantically and their eyes would always land on him or his siblings or some of the other kits. He didn't know about SunClan and how they had stolen kits or how his mother ran away from SunClan or that Daffodilkit wasn't a DayClan kit and was also under watch to ensure no one took her too. In Butterkit's opinion there were too many eyes watching them.
"How are you doing Daffodilkit?" Freckledorange asked, more out of a generous concern and didn't realize that by constantly watching the kits he could be scaring them.
Daffodilkit looked over at Butterkit, she hadn't really made any friends yet since fleeing from SpringClan. It wasn't that she didn't try, rather she just was having a hard time adjusting. She was still a little distraught over her mother's death and not many kits could connect with her. Though everyone did seem rather welcoming to her, that certainly helped. Perhaps he would be willing to be friends. "Sure, I just stopped cause I didn't want to bother them."
"Good" The way she said it, made her sound unsure though really she just wasn't sure why he was watching her. It wasn't like she was causing trouble or trying to sneak out of camp. The highlander lynx was just sitting around pawing at ponds. so maybe she wasn't supposed to hurt the tadpoles, but if she did she didn't mean too.
Windchaser had noticed the way the kits acted toward Freckledorange. There was something in their expressions that told her that he made them uncomfortable. "Good day, Freckledorange. How are you?" the ginger and white she-cat asked, hoping that he would back away from them for a while.
"Nice to know I'm not the only one with weird ears," Butterkit said as he patted his own folded ear.
His sister Amethystkit was a white scottish fold while he only had one folded ear. He looked less like a kittypet than the rest of his siblings, "Do you have littermates? My littermates are Amethystkit and Astralkit."
"I'm well, a little stir crazy since I didn't get assigned to a patrol today. First time in a long time where I have actual time on my paws," Freckledorange explained.
Freckledorange too looked like a kittypet. Exotic patterns danced across his pelt and his wine-red fur seemed to shimmer unnatural wine-red colors in the direct sunlight. His build was absolutely mythical, something out of lore and legends, an exotic two-leg pet at its finest. Of course for whatever the reason he wasn't good enough as he wasn't just abandoned by a two-leg as a kit, but was thrown into the water by one including Fadingsight. He considered Fadingsight his brother although he didn't really know if he was his actual blood brother or another kit that didn't make the cut in the breeding process. Either way he was grateful to be tossed out of whatever hell hole he got away from. Now he was just a tad more protective than he should be and that included to the kits in DayClan. It was no longer paranoia, after what happened with SunClan he was convinced the kits of DayClan could be taken again. Of course that was before Butterkit and Daffodilkit were born so they wouldn't know of that.
"Well, thats good. Your welcome to come have a seat next to me" she invited, patting the ground with her tail. "I have nothing better to do at the moment." She knew she could go hunting still since she was still early in her pregnancy, however, the fresh-kill pile was stocked and there were already patrols out. There really wasn't much to do and it felt weird having time to relax. Being in camp was a little boring considering the she-cat loved to run and be out in the fields but she knew she shouldn't be over-doing it so she settled down in camp and watched the kits play.
"Yeah I think they came from my dad, all of my weird things came from my dad." Daffodilkit thought back to her early days. Her mother looked almost nothing like her, a black longhair with bright yellow eyes. Her mother had told her quite a bit of her father who was a kittypet. Daffodilkit was also pretty sure that is where her mother was trying to take her before she died. Yet the little kit had ended up in DayClan mostly because of her little legs and also she didn't want to live inside.
"I don't have any siblings." The ginger kitten didn't remember having any siblings at any point in her life. She had been the only kitten born to her parents.
"I realize how obsessive I am about patrols now that I'm not in one. But I literally don't even know how to fill up my time any other way except pestering Fadingsight," Freckledorange admitted sheepishly, "I guess I could go to the nice out lands towards the east border or visit some NightClan cats, they actually seem okay. They're kind of over confident like SunClan, but they have the actual skill to back it up, they're just not humble, but hey, at least they're not all bark."
"Oh wow. I hear some of the older warriors were only kits, but I've never meant an only kit before. I guess it's not bad though, if it was just me I'd still have fun cause I could play with the rest of the nursery kits. Hey! Let's go try to climb the ruins," Butterkit offered with a small little nudge to her shoulder, "It'll be fun, we can leave a claw mark once we get to the top so everyone knows it's ours."
