private mr. helpful / cottonpaw

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CRICKETKIT

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When you're three moons old and the world is still pretty new, there's not much you get to do every day. At least in the eyes of Cricketkit who, for the most part, has spent most of the day wandering the edges of the camp. Now that he's allowed out of the nursery more frequently, he's been taking advantage of it. This place is pretty cool, actually! But for all the weeks that he has been allowed to do that now, he's also run into the problem that, well, the same games get boring pretty quickly. He's no good at moss ball and doesn't really enjoy it all that much, and play fighting with his sisters and the other kits can only be fun for so long.

So instead he made himself 'useful.' As one does.

It's most of the morning that he spends - a long time for a little kitten - scouring the camp and through the light layer of snow that covers the ground for the perfect things. There's no way he could help with the other apprentice tasks, and the warriors are already busy, so the logical conclusion is, of course, Cottonpaw and the medicine cat den. He sets off with a mouthful of leaves and random wildflowers, head held high. "C'ttnpaw!" the muffled voice sounds, following the strong scent of herbs and plants towards the Medicine Cat Den. He deposits his gifts at his feet, sitting tall and proud as he waits just outside the entrance. It'd do no good to go barging in if they were helping someone. "I have something for you, Cottonpaw!"