- Sep 29, 2023
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It has become something of a game for Halfkit, sitting and watching the comings and goings of the cats of WindClan. She does not know all of them as well as she had known the cats of ShadowClan, but she was making it her mission to. Soon, there wouldnt be a single unfamiliar face in the camp and soon it would be like she had always been here, like she was a member of the clan and not a stranger invading their nursery.
There is one tom in particular that catches her attention. His fur is reminiscent of smoke and soot and she had heard that he had been one of the journey cats, though he had not returned until after the first wave of them had come home. What most interests her about him though are the scars that cross his face, the long jagged marks on his pelt. He must be really cool and like really old to be covered in so many scars! Immediately she finds herself interested in learning more. Much to her dismay, though, the cats of WindClan seemed to be perpetually busy and every time he was free it would seem she was taking a nap. Not today though. Today, she finds a spare moment where there is a prime opportunity and she strides right up to him "Hey!" she greets in the familiar squeaky tone that kits often times possessed until they grew into their voices. "Where did you get your scars? Was it some cool battle? Or did something like totally awesome happen while you were on the journey? Do you think they're cool? I think they're cool! I want lots of scars one day too but like not until I'm waaayyyy old. My name is Ha-er Lark-kit by the way!" she almost trips up and uses her "ShadowClan name" but at the last second reminds herself that in WindClan she uses the name Sootstar gave her. Sometimes it was confusing but she was strating to get the hang of it!
// please wait for @Periwinklebreeze.