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The small kit has not been talking much, hasn't left the nursery much either. There is slight fear in him about this new life he has stumbled upon. He doesn't like being in the nursery on his own despite the other kits that are there. He misses his Mama and he misses Churro but he stays tucked in a corner, ears alert to every sound that he hears. It's been hard for him to sleep and so he pushes to his paws and carefully he places each step to find the entrance. Avoiding others as best he can he pulls his tiny and healing ears forward, blinking his sightless eyes as he finally emerges from the nursery. There is no real pattern to where he wonders off to. No, he just starts wandering, small tail touching the ground as he goes. He taps a paw here and there, listening before he does a full circle. It takes a moment for him to hear something close to him and he starts to go in that direction. Paw still searching as he goes he pauses again for a moment before the almost solid black child bumps into something large.

Something large and fuzzy. His small paws grapple with it before he parts his jaws in a small yawn. Warm. Pressing against the warmth he curls up as sleepiness finally grips him. His pale green eyes close and he lowers his head against the fluff, tiny frame stretching out just a little bit.

@CRIMSONBITE @Fireflypaw ​
 
WE'VE BEEN DOIN' ALL THIS LATE NIGHT TALKIN' ✧​
Being himself, he couldn't quite resist the urge to follow Crimsonbite around when it came time to see him. The long-legged, big-pawed apprentice feelings something against his paws, though, distracting him from his rambling stupor towards the grumpy ginger tom. "Oh, Vulturekit's here! He came out of the nursery, look, maggot-man!" Fireflypaw chimes in awe, leaning his head down to nuzzle the kit with a chilly nose. He settles down then, comforted by the kit's trust in this moment.

"Little one.." He mumbles softly against the kit's ear, breath warm against dark fur. "You'll be strong, and big one day. And we'll be here to protect 'ya. Right, Crimsonbite?" He asks, eyes shifting to the ginger tom.​
 
"LIFE DOESN'T DISCRIMINATE BETWEEN THE SINNERS AND THE SAINTS"​
"Shush." The ginger tom scolds the apprentice calmly. His dark gaze travels down to the little kitten that was now buried in his fur, fast asleep. Little paws kneaded at him, a comfort, no doubt, to the little child... why in the world did this thing choose him? Children were supposed to be scared of him, they ran and hid or hissed and quipped at him with absolute venom. This thing.... this little scrap of scarred fur....

Vulturekit. The ginger king almost chuckles at the name. He looks so close to roadkill, he's sure his namesake would just scoop him up at nary more than half a glance. The larger tom sweeps his tail over the little roadkill child, a purr starting in his chest almost against his will. "Yeah... yeah, I guess this'll be my brat to protect. Just like you." He nudges the cream-and-coal apprentice with a delicate paw, careful not to move to much so as not to wake the child at his side.​
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SO I DREAM VOICES IN MY HEAD ​
pricklekit | 03 months | demi-girl | she/they | physically easy | mentally medium | attack in bold #4f7942 ​
Many of her clanmates are an enigma - this one more than most. As she stares upon the golden furred tom, she watches the easy going way the apprentice trails after him, the way her denmate simply plops himself down with him as though it is the simplest thing in the world. She could never be so trusting. The only ones not met with wary suspicion and cunningly calculated actions are her family - and even that is born of love and blood and a shared bond that goes far beyond her loyalty to skyclan as a whole. Trust. Such a simple thing, so easily taken for granted. content to simply watch and observe, she makes no move from her place upon the nursery's edge - eyes cold and face ever-set in her usual expression.
 
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