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𖤣𖥧⚘ The other kit—err, the queen—looks at him all funny, and Daffodilkit frowns. Why are her eyes doing that, and... oh. YUCK! That's the way his mom and da look at each other, gross! He guesses Slenderkit isn't the worst possible choice for a lovey-dovey mate, but it's still weird! Except—wait...

𖤣𖥧⚘ The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and Daffodilkit's nose is all drippy and uncomfortably stuffy. The wind that blows through ThunderClan's camp is stifled a bit by the trees surrounding the dip in the earth, but it still manages to send stray twigs and leaves fluttering down into...

𖤣𖥧⚘ Having his aunt and cousins in the nursery with him means that Daffodilkit doesn’t have to go far to find a family member. And with the additional presences of Lovelight, Lightflower, Badgerstripe, and sometimes even Howlpaw or Thrashpaw, there’s almost always someone around to entertain...

𖤣𖥧⚘ Daffodilkit’s eyes cross as they focus on a flower that’s sprouted in the midst of ThunderClan’s camp; the brown tufts of fur that normally hides his bright blue gaze from view have flopped out of his eyes at last, hanging into the dirt due to his currently upside-down position. The boy is...

𖤣𖥧⚘ His cousins are fun, even though they’re kind of weird. Bigkit has scruffy-looking fur, just like Fallowheart’s, and is kindhearted even though sometimes their littermates aren’t. Raggedkit is funny-looking, but says a lot of funny (if also unreasonably rude) things to other cats. And...

𖤣𖥧⚘ The apprentice seems to appraise his mouse for a moment, but it’s fleeting. Howlpaw barely even looks the prey over, like Daffodilkit wants it to, before it’s snapping forward and snatching up the mouse into his jaws. The prey becomes nothing but a chew toy for the wolflike apprentice...

𖤣𖥧⚘ The day is bright, the birds are chirping, and those funny little… flying thingies are buzzing around! Daffodilkit has tried to catch one of them, but they always seem to flutter juuust out of reach of his swiping paws. But there’s one thing the boy can definitely catch—those super-still...

𖤣𖥧⚘ Daffodilkit sleeps, as usual, like a rock. A sturdy body, yet a small one, tucked into his nest alongside littermates and parents alike. A stout leg kicks out once in his sleep, probably striking someone else in the face, but of course that doesn't wake him. What does wake him, however, is...

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𖤣𖥧⚘ The day is nice, and Daffodilkit finds himself toddling his way out of the nursery and into the sunlight. He passes by some warriors and apprentices who try to herd him back into the nursery, but the little cinnamon tom won’t be deterred from his mission to find someone to tell him a fun...

𖤣𖥧⚘ The boy slumbers noisily, his jaw pressed into the soft moss of his nest yet somehow still hanging open. Snores wrack his body, heavy breaths that leave spittle bubbling at his muzzle and wetness dripping from his nose. Small paws kick occasionally in his sleep, knocking into anyone unlucky...

𖤣𖥧⚘ While whether achoo counts as a word may be a hotly-debated topic in some circles, to Daffodilkit it is simple: he can talk, and he can do it… eh, passably. His littermates can understand what he means, at least, even if his parents tend to cock their heads and ask him to repeat himself...

𖤣𖥧⚘ The kit is named at last. No longer merely an epithet in the long history of ThunderClan, he has a title now, something identifying him as him. Daffodilkit, a sign of spring, reminiscent of buttery-soft petals and the joy of warm sunshine. The boy doesn’t quite recognize it as his own yet...

𖤣𖥧⚘ Snuffling and wheezing through stuffed-up nostrils, the nameless kit is blissfully unaware of the conversation happening around him. His eyes and ears are only just beginning to function, both senses proving too much for the kit to handle. A cranky whine leaves his crooked mouth, and little...

𖤣𖥧⚘ Sunshine filters through the forest’s soft canopy. Birds chirp. Blue eyes blink blearily open, tongue pressed out of the kit’s slightly-open mouth. Yet unnamed, the little tom stirs from his sleep with a soft cry of dismay—something is moving within the den, just loudly enough to wake him...