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[Mama]

Before most warriors had woken up, before the sun had woken up, Goldenkit had planned to sneak out. While almost everyone was asleep, the giant tom had quickly left through the entrance of the camp. The shadows made him blend in, his golden and black pelt fading into the night. 

He wasn't going out for the fun of it, no, he was on a mission. He wanted to catch a bird, and show the other cats. Also, he was curious if the colorful ones tasted better. It took him a little bit to find the forest, but when he did, morning was starting to break. Goldenkit could already hear birdsongs starting, and a sharp grin grew on his face while he glanced around excitedly.

In a high pine tree, he spotted a few red birds, giving an excited chitter. Without hesitation, the kit had sprung up with a natural grace and latched onto a tree, almost silently scrambling up. His muscles had finally came into use, and it felt great to stretch his legs like this. With a sudden leap, the tom tried to catch a bird. His claws scraped it's feathers, and two got stuck to his claws before he realized that he was falling.

"Gah!" The feline yelped, his eyes widening as he spun around. His body was disoriented and he tried to rebalance himself, branches shaking under his body and smacking against his face. His paws wrapped around a branch to catch himself, but it only spun him more.

There was a thump as he finally landed, but not in the ground. The giant cat was stuck not-so-gracefully upside down, half of him stuck between tight branches and sticking up, his head and front paws dangling towards the ground. His jaws fell open, and he went silent in a complete daze and shock.

[M'Lady]

Owlstar hadn't been sleeping well, which often kept her up and about even in the darkest corners of night. At least she'd managed a bit last night, and had only risen when the sky was just turning grey, before even the dawn patrol was awake.
She was surprised, however, to find that there was some sort of commotion happening in her camp. The leader peered out of her den, blinking blurry yellow eyes to see that one of her warriors... No... Goldenkit? Was making his way out of the camp. Curiosity, and amusement, sparked her gaze, and she tread carefully from her den to follow the young tom from the Ivyclan grotto, and picked her way after him. He was large, there wouldn't be much that could deter him out here. But he was still a kit, apparently, so it was her duty to bring the mischievous tom home safe.

She followed silently, her dark fur keeping her hidden in the shadows of the undergrowth, as she settled down and watched the kit.

Might as well see what he thought was worth sneaking out for, hm?

It appeared like he was trying to hunt. He kicked off with powerful hind legs, causing the leader's eyes to widen slightly in surprise, and went to claw at the birds that chittered cheerily in the trees. She watched. He would be an excellent warriors, perhaps the greatest in all the forest, should they train him correctly. Her mind ran with mentor possibilities. Blackheart? Or perhaps Wildwing? No a senior warrior would be best... Loonspark? She'd have to give it serious thought, this could possibly be her greatest decision in clan history.
He could be an amazing warrior, an amazing leader, someday.

Of course, then the kit lost his footing, and ended up upsidedown in a tree. Owlstar blinked. Assured herself he wasn't hurt and merely dazed. And then she laughed.

It had been a long time since the forest had heard the Ivyclan leader laugh. It was sunshine wrapped in the sweet scent of lilacs on a gorgeous summery day. Her entire being lit up with this glowing feeling, making her heart warm and her yellow eyes gleam.

"Goldenkit," She hummed softly after she finished, padding out from her hiding spot. "What have you done here?" Despite the scolding words, her tone was warmer than the first day of green leaf.
She leaped up the branches, not quite confident in her ability to pull the tom back up, and considered her options. "Alright love, can you listen to me? I can free you, but you have to be ready to land on your paws. Do you think you can do that for me?" She cooed softly, deciding the simplest option was to just push the branches further apart.

[Mama]

Laughter snapped him out of his trance, but it wasn't rude laughter. It was soothing and kind, and made him give a tiny twitter. There was a shaking from a bush, and his eyes narrowed with the natural and almost scary predator gleam to them, but they relaxed as he realized it was Owlstar. "H-hey, Owlstar.." He tried to casually say, before his tail brushed against his nose and he gave a sneeze.

"I wanted to catch a bird, and I almost had it!" Goldenkit mewed excitedly, forgetting about his current position as he held up his giant paws. His claws were extremely large for any normal cat, and thicker at that. A few bright red feathers were caught in his hold, and he met her gaze with an grin.

"Yeah! C-could I maybe get a countdown though, so I don't faceplant?" He asked, trying to bend his head to see her as she moved around the branches.

[M'Lady]

She smiled warmly down at him, yellow eyes twinkling softly. "I saw! You'll be an excellent hunter someday." She purred, voice rumbling in her throat. She studied the branches for a moment, and then reached over so that her hind legs and forelegs were on opposite sides, to better easily push them apart. A sense of nostalgia glittered in those eyes, her faint smile still upon her face. Wolfclaw used to get himself in situations like this. The tom was too big for his own good. As was Goldenkit, apparently.

"You ready, hun? On the count of three." She spoke, glancing over at him to make sure he had heard her before she proceeded.
"One," She tensed her muscles, claws digging into the soft bark.
"Two," She settled her stance.
"Three!" And then with her might, she pushed the branches apart, enough to allow the big kit to slip through and fall to the forest floor. She heard a thump, and then relaxed, peering over the edge of the branches to the ground below, to see how her sweet golden kit was doing.

"Are you alright dear?"

[Mama]

On the countdown, he took a deep breath, before feeling the branches shift from besides him. Since he was more prepared and wasn't getting smacked in the face with branches anymore, the tom was able to keep himself straightened. With the grace of a cat with many moons on him, Goldenkit landed with a soft thump. The feathers had bothered him slightly, so the first thing he did was rip them out quickly. Spitting them to the ground, he craned his head back up towards the fluffy leader.

"Yeah! Thank you, Owlstar!" He purred happily, all his energy coming back as he paced in excited circles while waiting for the she-cat to hop down herself.

[M'Lady]

She smiled brightly as she noticed he was fine, and rather energized still. What a sweet dear. She jumped down easily herself, paws thumping softly on the forest floor. She rose her yellow gaze to view the young soon to be apprentice, and grinned.

"Of course, love, anytime. But hopefully, you won't be getting stuck in anymore trees until you're an apprentice." She hummed, tilting her head slightly to the side. How old was he now? She wondered if she should make him an apprentice early. He was certainly big enough, and he was clearly getting sick of being cooped up in the nursery if he was willing to sneak out of camp this early in the morning. Apprentice ceremonies were due soon, she'd come back to it then.

"Shall we stroll back to camp?" She mused, a little more jump to her step than there had been in moons. Perhaps the leader needed a good adventure. Even one just outside of the camp. "If we see anymore birds on the way back, perhaps I could show you how to really catch them."

[Mama]

He stopped his twirling to look at the smoky feline, blinking once or twice."Don't worry,next time I wont, and I'll come back with a bird!" Goldenkit said, like he was going to break out once more. The tom had been restless for the past two moons, constantly nagging warriors to let him go with them, trying to get by as an apprentice, and even sneaking out once or twice just to get fresh air. Usually the cat would only catch big bugs, or he jumped in the air to try and get butterflies (he did catch quite a few, but they didn't taste too good and he spat most of them out.)

"Really? You'll show me?" He eagerly asked, his tail twirling behind him happily. "Let's go then!"

Without waiting for a reply, he had started to skip off, twittering and chirping in his usual strange but not uncommon (for him) way.

[M'Lady]

She laughed softly as she watched him skip off, soon following after him with whiskers still twitching in amusement. He was an odd cat, for sure. She was positive he was a gift from Starclan, with blood from the ancient clans themselves. She adored him for all of his little quirks, the chirps he made would make her heart feel warm.

"When you're hunting, you think not of the first jump, but of where you want to land," She hummed, strolling alongside him with almost a lazy quality. She felt more lighthearted than she has in moons. "Especially for birds. You need to make sure you have a good vantage point, but an even better ending. Prey can skitter or flutter away quickly if you lose your footing." Which had obviously been clear by his previous attempt. She paused in her steps, scents flickering on the edges of her sense. "Goldenkit," She hummed, glancing around for the source with glittering topaz eyes. "Tell me what you smell."

[Mama]

He definitely was something else, besides his personality. He was much larger then any cat his age, he had muscles of something larger, and his claws and teeth were giant and extremely sharp. However, they didn't seem weird to him as it might to a cat with a mutation of some sort, and almost looked natural. His pelt was full of golden spots, and his eyes had the look of a big cat, with the same feral look.

Goldenkit slowed down to walk a taillength in front of Owlstar, listening to her helpful words. His jaws parted to taste the air, trying to see what he could find. "There's a bird in the tree up there, and I think another one next to it." The tom muttered, glancing up as his eyes narrowed.

[M'Lady]

"Good," She purred softly, careful to keep her voice down as she too cast her gaze to the birds. She smiled as she scented them again. "That one over there," She gestured with a slight flick of her tail. "That's a grouse," Her tone brightened as she said the name of the prey. Her favorite. She adored grouse, it was a lovely plump type of bird. The queens would appreciate one.

"Watch me." She hummed, before slinking into the shadows of the undergrowth. He pawsteps were silent, akin to an owl's soundless flight, as she moved towards the base of the tree. Instead of leaping to a lower branch, which would shake those farther above, she chose instead to claw her way up. Her claws sank into the soft bark as she pulled herself up with surprising dexterity. Then, when she was close, she leaped from the trunk to the branch. Her aim was perfect, catching the grouse by the wing in her jaws, before falling to safety on the branch below the one she had just soared over. With a resounding crack she killed the bird, sending her thoughts and prayers up to Starclan for the swift and easy meal. Then, she made her way back down to Goldenkit on the forest floor.

Her eyes glowed as she studied him, with his wild gaze, and she placed her prey carefully on the ground. "Do you think you can do it?"