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Cinderkit was super, duper excited to almost be an apprentice. It was consuming her thoughts lately, for many reasons. One of which was the fact that she would be sleeping in the same den as Sunpaw again. Cinderkit liked Sunpaw. She was really cool and smart and awesome and she knew so many things. Plus she was really pretty.
On a warm newleaf afternoon, when said princess of Summerclan was returning from training, the gray-furred kit was there to meet her at the camp entrance. She was almost apprentice-sized now, more gangly limbs and soft gray fur than puffy kitten, but she still had a defined plumpness to her. "I got you this!" Cinderkit chirruped brightly, dropping a specially picked yellow flower at Sunpaw's feet. "'Cause it reminded me of your pelt. How was training today?"
Life was very, very good for Sunpaw these days. She had successfully vanquished the evil witch Rosethorn, her mom was her new mentor now, and she was cross-training to master both garden keeper training and warrior training, which she flaunted as just another reason she was better than everyone else.
After one particularly grueling day of running to and from the lake with her interim warrior mentor, Fisherpaw, she was trailing back to camp, sides heaving, red in the face, when she noticed the entrance getting closer and a figure standing in the center of it, at which point she raised her chin and tail in a manner suggesting she hadn't been winded a second ago. She opened one eye as Cinderkit's perky voice piped up and assessed her, then her gift, imperially. "Oh, thanks kid," she said very coolly. It wasn't a dandelion, which was one of Sunpaw's favorite flowers, but she supposed a daffodil looked nice too. "I'm going to be the first of SummerClan's apprentices to become a garden warrior, which I guess is pretty cool. If you were wondering." Which she was. Because she'd asked.
"A garden warrior!" Cinderkit said, eyes growing wide in admiration. "You're so cool, Sunpaw." The adoration in her tone was genuine, and she followed alongside Sunpaw as she walked towards the prey pile. "If anyone can do it, you can!" When the older apprentice sat, Cinderkit did too, beaming.
"What's warrior training like?" She asked. "I've already decided I'm going to be a garden keeper, and I can't do both like you can, so I want to know what I'll be missing."
Sunpaw had little opinion of Cinderkit, but she enjoyed the reverence and compliments, which was the only reason she entertained these encounters. "Warrior training is very hard," she regaled, "but..." Before she continued, her fluffy tail draped itself across the kit's back and guided her closer, the apprentice leaning in furtively. "Can you keep a secret?"
"Yes!" Cinderkit said brightly. "Yes, I can keep any secret you want to tell me." There was a pleasant shiver along her spine at the thought of being in Sunpaw's confidences. She scooched closer, amber eyes wide with expectancy. "I'm the best secret-keeper in the world." It wasn't exactly the truth, as the gray kit was often too eager to share things she'd learned, but she'd say anything to get Sunpaw to tell her secret.
Assured by Cinderkit's eagerness, she nodded and continued, "Nothing is too hard for SummerClan's future leader. I'm destined to be the next medicine cat-turned-leader." At least, that was the conclusion she and Fisherpaw had made recently, which must have been true since they were chosen by StarClan to eradicate the sky ant invaders. "So I guess you could say I'm royalty."
"Wow! I already knew you were amazing, but I didn't know you were that amazing." Cinderkit's eyes widened in awe (if they could get any wider). "But I expected nothing less of you, Sunpaw! I only hope one day I can be half as cool as you. Do you..." she hesitated for only a moment before speaking her request. "Do you think you could sneak me out of camp to go exploring?"
She smirked as she was lavished with well-deserved praise, but then cracked open an eye at Cinderkit's proposal, considering it. "I suppose I could," she hummed, "but you'll have to do everything I say and no complaining if your legs get tired. Only babies complain. Are you a baby, Cinderkit?"
"Of course not!" Cinderkit protested. "I won't complain at all, Sunpaw, I promise. Please take me out of camp." The gray kitten could barely contain her excitement, wriggling where she sat as she waited for the affirmative that her beloved Sunpaw would accompany her on an adventure. She hated breaking the rules, but she would do it for Sunpaw.
"Alright then, maggot, fall in line." Feeling very important and big, she raised her tail and trotted right out of the main camp entrance, the flourish not lending itself to secrecy but few cats seemed to be bothered by the pair leaving camp. Sunpaw liked to think it was because she was responsible for her age, but really everyone knew Devotedcrow wouldn't be far behind his excitable daughter, slinking in the shadows.
"Yes!" The pudgy gray kit trotted right out behind Sunpaw, amazed that nobody was stopping them. Everyone else must think the same of her older friend as she did, that she was amazing and cool and that she could protect Cinderkit from any danger outside of camp. Especially if she was going to be a warrior garden keeper.
"What's the scariest thing you've seen outside of camp?" Cinderkit asked, her short legs moving as fast as possible to keep up with Sunpaw.
Sunpaw pursed her cat lips. "Scariest thing, hmm?" There weren't too many treacherous things she'd seen out in the territory beyond the norm---foxes, badgers, and Two-legs, oh my!---but it would be Uncool to say that, so she did what she did best. She created her own narrative out of it. "Well, there's not a whole lot in SummerClan scarier than breaking a claw, but if you wanna know the scariest thing I've experienced, one time my Bubbie and I got trapped inside of Watermouth. And! And there's actually a vicious sea monster living in the Southern Sea, and that's why the adults always say never to try to cross it during high tide. I heard it ate a kit once."
"Wow," Cinderkit breathed, her eyes wide. "You sure have gotten into a lot of scrapes- I'm not surprised you got out of them, though! How did you get out of Watermouth?" The gray she-kit couldn't imagine. She'd probably have drowned and that would've been the end of it. She was no Sunpaw, though.
The mention of a monster made her lips tilt down, and she stepped instinctively closer to Sunpaw. She did not want to get eaten.
"Well, you know how Bubbie's fur is all tangled and stuff?" Sunpaw paused and squinted as she was touched, just barely, and Cinderkit's pelt grazed her own, but she recovered, using that lapse in concentration as a means to wait for Cinderkit to confirm. "You can find just about anything in his pelt, so we gathered up enough sticks and vines to make a raft! Smart, huh?" What had actually happened was Ratstar arrived just in the nick of time to rescue the duo, but that part was inessential to the grandeur she was highlighting her tale with.
