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"Silverfang!" Frostkit's singsong voice echoed through the medicine den as the pretty, fluffy white she-kit poked her head into the entrance, her green eyes glittering with cheer. Frostkit was no longer the small ball of fur that she'd been when she'd first met Silverfang; for one, Frostkit was much bigger, and her legs much longer and slimmer. Her eyes, too, had deepened in their green color, not a hint of blue left in them, and her face had elongated to become much more angular. She could almost pass as a small apprentice. Frostkit's widened eyes took in the all-too-familiar view of the medicine den, her feathered tail waving back and forth as she looked to Silverfang's (and usually hers, too, as she's been sleeping in Silverfang's fluff every night for the last moon) nest. The silver she-cat wasn't there, so Frostkit began to glance around the almost pitch-black den.

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“Yes, Frostkit?” A fluffy silver head pops out from the back area of dark den, the medicine cat’s reflective blue eyes quickly finding the young she-cat. Silverfang’s voice is light, with a bit of cheer in it, as she pads towards Frost; the little white kit had done wonders for the medicine cat’s mental state, which had been suffering ever since the fire but had taken a particularly bad route after the death of her ‘friend’ Frostheart. The rest of the clan had likely noticed that Silverfang has seemed like a new, happier cat ever since the kit wormed her little way into Silver’s heart.

Silverfang blinks at the size of her young friend; the kit looks more and more like a young apprentice every day. It was almost amazing; it seemed like only just yesterday that the tiny kit had sat atop Silver’s shoulders and remarked at how beautiful the waterfall was.

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Frostkit purred as Silverfang stepped out of the darkness, trotting towards her to meet her halfway, before bouncing up to touch noses with her favorite cat. It didn't matter how many times Frostkit saw Silverfang- even if she'd only been gone for a few minutes, the kit was always excited to see her. "One of the other kits said that their mother took them out to see the flowers around the cave, and they're super pretty! Nightfur's busy, so... will you take me out to see 'em?" Frostkit's eyes widened as she looked up at Silverfang, begging with her little kitten eyes and a sweet smile. "Just for a little bit?"

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A purr rumbles in the medicine cat’s chest as Frostkit touches noses with her. The larger she-cat lets out another purr as Frost asks about the flowers; the medicine cat usually walks right by the flowers, too lost in thought about whatever herbs she’s off looking for or whatever duties she needs to do once she returns to her den… though the flowers should be starting to bloom right about now. The she-cat twitches her ear as an amused smile spreads across her face; Silverfang can easily imagine Nightfur being busy trying to keep Firekit out of trouble, trying and likely failing.

“Of course we can go see them, Frostkit.” Silverfang’s soft voice sounds extremely happy as she brushes her furry tail against Frostkit’s side with a soft hum. The silvery cat makes a quick gesture with her tail to indicate that Frost should follow as she starts to trot out of the den.

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"Oh, thank you! You're the best, Silverfang!" Frostkit cheerfully sang praises to the medicine cat as she trotted after her, her fluffy tail immediately raising to the heavens as they headed towards the (beloved) MistClan waterfall. Frostkit loved using every excuse she could come up with to get Silverfang all to herself- sure, she liked spending time with her when she was working, but Frostkit couldn't be completely satisfied until she had her favorite cat's full attention!

"Flowers are so pretty. You know everything about plants, right?" Frostkit began her excited rambling, an energetic side of herself that she only ever showed to her siblings and Silverfang. "What makes 'em so colorful? Is it some kinda StarClan prettifying magic?" Frostkit quickened her pawsteps, passing the medicine cat in her eagerness to get out of camp. "Oooh, could you ask StarClan for some of it? I want to be fun colors, too- white is so boring!"

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Silverfang lets out a soft purr in response to Frostkit’s happy complement. Silver lives for the times she gets to spend with her young friend. Frostkit’s energy and big smiles always lift Silver’s little heart. The medicine cat can confidently say the happiest times in her life were the few stolen moments with Frostheart and the times spent with little Frostkit. She’s not completely sure if Frostkit is just Frostheart reborn or a little StarClan kit specifically sent by Frostheart to rescue her former mate but… Silverfang truly feels like the kit rescued her from herself.

The medicine cat chuckles as Frostkit speeds up to hurry towards the pretty flowers. The older she-cat shoots one of the nearby guards a smile; several queens have brought their older kits out to see the pretty newleaf flowers, as long as they stay close. Silverfang nods, silently promising to stay within easy reach of the camp with her young charge. Turning her attention back to Frost, Silver lets out another chuckle, “I certainly wouldn’t say I know everything.” The medicine cat takes a pause as Frost asks where the color comes from. “I don’t suppose I know that, but I’ll tell ya what. Next time I see a StarClan cat, I’ll ask them where the colors come from.” Mental note made, ask Ashlark and Whitecliff about the beautiful flowers.

As for Frostkit’s coloring, “Hey now, I’m just as colorful as you are.” The medicine cat chuckles before looking back at the waterfall. “And I think your coat is very beautiful, Frostkit. It’s the same color as the foam made by the waterfall and the frost that creeps over the water during leafbare. Ah, but you haven’t seen the frost, have you? I’ll have to show you next leafbare. We’ll have to be careful though, the leafbare frost can be tricky. It’s clever, like you and your brother Firekit. Your older brother Finchtongue’s warrior name came from a time when he got trapped by the frost and had to be saved by your mother.” Nightfur had told Silverfang all about it, and it had given the medicine cat a pretty good laugh. The silvery she-cat doesn’t actually have any proof that Finch’s suffix comes from that incident, but she likes to think it does. “Don’t told Finchtongue I told you that, though. He doesn’t realize that I know about it.”

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Frostkit's smile split into an impossibly bright grin as Silverfang promised to ask StarClan about why the flowers were so colorful. If anyone was going to have the answer, StarClan would... and it meant the world to her that Silverfang would do that for her! The she-cat bounded forward a bit more, though she slid to a halt as she reached the waterfall, having to stop for a moment to gaze up at the sparkling water, nose twitching at the drops of water that landed on it.

As she began to move on from the torrent of falling water, stepping out into the sunlight outside of the cave, Silverfang continued on. Frostkit blinked at Silverfang's statement that she, too, wasn't very colorful. "But you're so pretty- and you have... things in your fur," Frostkit argued. At the very least, Silverfang had those black and gray markings in her fur. But what did Frostkit have? It was like StarClan forgot to give her an actual pelt!

But the kit didn't argue as Silverfang began to describe the beauty in her pale pelt. She compared her to the foam of the waterfall- did she really look like that? The way the sunlight played on it and made it sparkle... and its pure white color. Surely she didn't look like that. Frostkit glanced down at her paws as she walked, taking a moment to take in her snow white pelt once more, considering Silverfang's words. And... she looked like frost? Frostkit was too young to know what that is, but Nightfur had mentioned that her fur was as white as frost, which is where she got her name. "Am I really that pretty?" Frostkit's wide eyes were filled with curiosity as she slowed down to look up at the medicine cat. "I... I really wanna see the frost, then! Please show me. I really like pretty things," Frostkit mewed, filing away her desire to see the frost for when this "leaf-bare" happened.

As Silverfang described the reason for Finchtongue's name, the kit's mouth tilted up with mischief. "Really? Wow, how lame," Frostkit giggled, delighted by this new information she could use against Finchtongue, if she ever needed to. It seemed like the kind of lame thing he'd be named after- he was really silly, after all. "Oh, you don't have to worry, Silverfang. My lips are sealed," Frostkit snorted, obviously not intending to keep the story to herself- not without a price, at least. "...if you promise to let me help you gather herbs when I'm an apprentice." Frostkit blinked hopefully up at Silverfang, her playfulness giving way to hopefulness at the request. "...please?"

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“Thank you, I’m glad you think so. But while my fur might have a few markings, I honestly like the pretty unbroken white of your coat much better.” While Silverfang’s coat is pretty to some, Silver herself had never considered it so. It was dull and rather drab, not that it bothered the medicine cat at all to have what she thought to be a dull colored coat.

Am I really that pretty? The medicine cat doesn’t miss a step as she instantly responds. “Yes, you are.” Silverfang states, as sternly as if she was giving a patient an order. She even nods her head to punctuate it. As Frostkit asks to see the frost when it returns, Silverfang chuckles. “Of course, but we will need to wait for leafbare. It’ll be a long time until then, but don’t worry. I won’t forget to show you the frost."

The older she-cat giggles along with Frostkit as the younger cat comments on how lame Finch’s name is. The silvery she-cat gives the kit a look as Frostkit says her lips are sealed; Silver knows better than to think that, and she never would have said a word if she had well and truly intended for it to remain secret. Frostkit’s request, however, is easy to say yes to. Many warriors take issue with the medicine venturing out alone, even though she was trained as a warrior just like them, though few of said warriors actually wish to accompany her. Usually it’s just Sootheart and Silverfang looking for herbs, but she’s sure that Sootheart wouldn’t mind being able to take a break from kitsitting the apparently defenseless medicine cat. The cat that gets caught actually saying that Silverfang is defenseless though is gonna see just how defenseless she really is, though. “Of course, Frostkit. I’m sure I can convince your future mentor that I need your help, and I’d love to have you along.” The older she-cat purrs.

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Frostkit felt blood rush to her cheeks as the medicine cat instantly replied that she was, indeed, very pretty. Frostkit had often been complimented on her coat by the queens in the nursery, but hearing it from Silverfang was different. The she-kit raised her head a bit as her confidence soared, her feathered tail waving like a flag as she continued walking next to Silverfang.

Frostkit's cool confidence didn't last long, however, as Silverfang's promises to show her the leafbare frost and take her herb gathering sent the kit bouncing away once more, a few happy squeaks leaving her lips. "Thank you, thank you! I can't wait!" Frostkit purred, sending bugs scattering as she leaped off of the stone of the cave as it met dirt and landed in a patch of grass and flowers. The she-kit giggled as she chased after a butterfly for a few seconds, overjoyed at the idea of spending more time with the medicine cat in the future, and happy to be with her now. She came to a stop as it then fluttered up into the sky, then turning around to look at all of the colorful flowers that surrounded her.

There were flowers of all kinds around here- pink, yellow, purple, white... but the one that caught her eye was a small light blue flower nestled in the grass only a few tail-lengths away. The she-cat stepped over to it, leaning down to observe it. "I really like this one," Frostkit gasped, a bit mesmerized by the gentle color- like a barely-visible cloud, through which one could see the sky. "It's like your eyes," Frostkit hummed, comparing her favorite cat to her new favorite flower. "So pretty... like the waterfall!"

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A purr rumbles in Silverfang’s chest as her favorite friend seems to gain new confidence in her pale fur coat. The cool confidence of the kit reminds the older she-cat of Frostheart, though Frostkit quickly reverts back to her bouncy kit self as she thanks Silver for promising to spend more time together. The medicine cat merely nods with a big smile in response, though on the inside, the medicine cat barely wait either.

Silverfang follows behind, stepping carefully between the flowers to avoid squishing any of the pretty plants under her paws. She leans down to also examine the tiny blue blossom that has caught Frostkit’s eyes; she purrs at the complement. She lets out a small chuckle as Frost then compares the flower to the waterfall. Silver will certainly have to speak to Bearstar about the name Frostfall, when the time for warrior names comes a bit closer. She thinks that name will suit the young kit and it will likely make Frostkit very happy to be named after the thing she admires most.