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Zion-tyke peeked out from the earth, his green gaze scanned the surrounding area before hopping out from the hole. The tiny kits ears lowered against his head as he looked across the land scared, his tail practically curling around his leg. Is this what the sun is like? He hated it! The white tom began to waddle around until he heard the sound of running water. He'd never actually seen running water before and quickly sprinted towards it stumbling upon DayClan's camp. His tiny tail shot up in the air with excitement. As far as he was concerned every clan should allow Regime cats in. They owned everything because they were the best. The tiny kit entered camp seamlessly unnoticed at first due to most assuming he belonged there as not every cat visited the nursery. Maybe he'd find a cat to get him food or a find a kit here that could serve him. The possibilities were endless.
Windchaser was lounging outside the nursery in a sunny patch when she noticed an unfamiliar kit stroll passed her. She watched him walk by until his scent hit her nose. That wasn't Dayclan scent. She looked around the camp. There were no other regime cats in camp and everyone just allowed this kit to stroll into the camp like he owned the place? She climbed to her paws, awkwardly, her swollen belly making it hard. Once on her paws, she padded over to the wondering kit. "What are you doing here, little one?" She asked sweetly though her gaze held concern. She was usually hostile toward intruders but she never would act that way toward a kit. He probably didn't even know any better.
"Waiting to be worshiped, I'm a Renegade cat, y'know from the group that saved your clan from SunClan. SunClan tried to get us back for that, but we bonked them right in the nose and they fled like cowards!" Zion-tyke laughed cruelly, but gave a kitten soft smile, "I'm glad we helped you, I mean, your territory could stand to be less sunny, but it's pretty. My territory doesn't look pretty, but I've only seen apart of it."
Worshipped? She tried not to laugh. He was adorable. "Well we are eternally grateful for your group's help. But i dont think you will find any worshipping here. Where is your mother? Did you walk all the way here by yourself?"
"Yes I did! I'm going out to see the world today and I thought I'd stop at the second smartest clan. Renegades in first place of course, but DayClan is second and that's out of the other thirteen so you should all be very proud. Now then, in my fathers absence I wanted to make sure DayClan is tough enough. You're still right next to SunClan, we gotta make sure your defenses are great to kick their butt!" Zion-tyke squeaked, his paw quickly covering his muzzle disliking how high his voice could get, "I mean, we'll kick them to the moon, ha! I bet they'd hate that."
Windchaser's whiskers twitched in amusement. "Your very brave and we appreciate you coming all this way to check on us. But wont your family be worried? We should get you back before they accuse us of kit napping you."
"Oh yes, they'll be very worried, which is precisely why I set up a decoy! You see my fur is white and for the last moon I asked every tyke to give me white fur off of their prey. I began to stack it on top of a stone before it looked like a perfect bundle of fur like myself. I then placed it into a nest and now the raisers all believe that I am sleeping. When I am in fact... A ROCK! It's brilliant, full proof really," Zion-tyke said, nodding in agreement at his own genius.
"So you see, I and us will be fine, nothing to fear. Now then, I need to ensure that DayClan's security is under control, can't have Renegades best friend be torn apart by all those other low life clans."
