Apollo-chan blinked his large blue eyes. Was she serious? He pondered, tail tip twitching. He was laying down before a vole he had been picking at, having shoved a large piece in his mouth as the shadow of the two cats fell over him. he looked about in order to see if it was really him that she was talking to, but mentally shrugged as he couldnt find anyone around it might otherwise be. He wasn't sure about all this, he himself not having a large amount of time to explore anyways, but he knew of the molly, and he knew specifically not to upset her. He swallowed hard.

"Want some?" he asked, nudging it with his nose towards the other youngling, almost looking through him to see how far away his mother had gone. His own mother told him not to share with anyone but he wasn't sure of the rules in this kind of game.

The youngling snorted, baring his teeth as he almost spat his food out from a short burst of laughter. "You've never eaten prey before?" he chuckled, his lips still curled. Apollo-chan wasn't much bigger than this kit, but maybe he would grow up to be bigger than him. He wasn't quite sure. "It's good, its best cold for me, but Aislinn-chan and Winter-chan disagree." he mused, calling upon an old interaction with his sisters. "Here," he mewed, tearing off a thin strip of meat for the other tom. "Try it."

Apollo-chan nodded, twitching his white tail tip happily. "Its not as gooey this way. Not like a berry how my sisters eat it." He explained, shrinking back a bit as he realized the kit was flicking bits of food out of his mouth. He blinked, wondering how a kit this size, having to grow up in their nursery wouldn't know the other kits. On second thought, how come he didn't know the other kit himself? He shrugged it away again, "My name is Apollo-chan, your mo- er..." he paused, not really sure what connection this cat had to the white molly was since he was surely not his mom, nor did he even know if he belonged to this group, "What's yours?"

"Oh..." he trailed off, thoughtfully. Something seemed off. Wait. Eating bees? What? His brows furrowed and he scrunched up his nose, "Why does she make you eat bees? I dont think she eats bees..." he mused, wondering if he had ever seen any cat eat bees. Or twigs for that matter. And what was a medicine cat? A shaman? The whole thing didn't add up to him, but what did he know.
"You want some more food?" he asked, ripping off another sliver of vole. He took a bite himself, ears folding flat against his skull. He was sure he'd figure out what was going on, but he was still hungry.

Apollo-chan smiled, nodding as he pushed the strip and the mole in the direction of the other youngling. He thought about what he asked for a second, finding it silly. He really only had one option if he was to stay in this group. "I'll be a hunter," he decided, swallowing down his latest piece of food. "Why do you ask, isn't that what you and your siblings are going to be? Theyre not going to leave are they?" He asked, tipping his head. He looked at the warm kit, a shiver bolting through him as the heat from his pelt fought for his nerves attention against the cold creeping into his fur from the other side. "That is kinda weird."

His golden brows knit, what was this kit on about? "Join the league? Youre already in it!" He laughed, tail tip flicking about with humour. Wait, clan cats? "Are... are.. you not from here?" He asked then, raising his shoulders above his head in a mock prowl, considering he was laying down still.

Shuffling his paws, the youngling was confused, but shrugged as he rose into a sitting position, "Well, then this is your life then," he repeated, shaking out his coat. His eyes shifted over the kit below him. "If you keep living it, I'll be your friend though," he mewed, "I wont tell anybody either." He affirmed, not like there was anything to tell. He didn't know any of the cats Ryou-chan had mentioned, or any history of them or the clans. He knew of his beginnings and that was it. He was okay with just that knowledge.

The golden tabby understood what the other felt in accordance with siblings. Even at their young age, Apollo-chan had really only played with them once or twice. They really only shared the same nest and mother. The two toms were loners, one by choice and the other by force, yet they still were the same. "Why not the outsiders?" He suggested, tail curling around his paws. He wondered how old this kit was for a second, "Why don't we go outside now?"

Apollo-chan laughed, standing up and stretching out his forearms, reaching out with unsheathed claws. "A mole," he purred, getting in a good stretch. The earth was upended as he made tiny scratch marks leading back to where he tucked his paws under him, where they would normally sit. "You wanna see if we can find one? The exits over there, we just cant go too far," he warned, knowing that his mother would kill him, and probably the white molly taking care of Ryou-chan had she come back. "But I learned how to catch one if we can find it."