[ti]Private[/ti]Flickers and Wisps

[M'Lady]

She hadn't spent very long in Starclan when she realized that she could still slip into the world of the clans. She wasn't quite sure why, maybe she still held such an attachment, such a vicious desire to keep watch over them, that she'd been granted the ability to find herself among the trees and fields she had discovered in the first place. Maybe it was because this territory was hers first, and that was recognized. Whatever it was, Owleyes found the glorious opportunity to do what she never really had time to do as the leader of her clan. She could explore, she could find the best places to nap during the day, she could peek in on the other clans and see if they were doing alright. She wouldn't interfere, there was no need to interfere anymore. Things would happen as they happened, she was no longer held responsible for any of it. 

And thus, the warrior explored. She found little nooks and crannies within the forest, pretty little waterfalls in the rocks of Mistclan, soft fields of flowers and old Thunder Trails in Mothclan. Though she spent most of her wandering and napping time in the clan of her birth, she found herself within Mothclan today. Owleyes had found this lovely little spot in between the nursery and one of the other dens, a little crevice that got just the right amount of sunlight during the late hours of the morning. She sighed softly, in a light gray doze all stretched out. She doubted that even if they could see her, the warriors of the clan wouldn't recognize her. And the apprentices and kits were too young to notice the youthful version of Owleyes. She could think of a few here that might remember. Patchfrost, he was a warrior when she was made one in Ivyclan. Maybe Screechcall, if they remembered her. Other than that, none. She managed to work out that she was around 12 moons old, about the age she'd been when she first became a warrior. She heard that in Starclan that they became the age that they were most happiest in. Owleyes didn't blame them for making her as young as she was. She's had happy moments in her adult life, of course, but overall? Nothing could match the exhilarating, careless thrill of being a warrior in the old forest, back when Leopardstar was their new leader and was one of the strongest she'd ever known. 
It didn't matter if they knew her or not, anyways. Owleyes found that she was only visible to kits, or very young new apprentices. She didn't quite know why that was true either, but perhaps it was because she always had a rather soft spot for kits. They were the future of the clans, and she didn't mind guiding them a little bit on their way. 

The young warrior allowed her lazy yellow gaze to flick up at the sound of tiny pawsteps, a warm smile slipping easily onto her features as she noticed the little one probably looking for some place to play. 
"Oh, hello there," Her voice was soft and light, a rolling purr of a proud young warrior. "Who are you?' 

[LupTacco]

Waking among the warm bundles of fur that were his siblings, his hazy mind quickly jolted awake as he tossed his head back to see if his mother was awake- with a silent sigh of relief, the kitten was glad to see that Leafeyes was still resting. Oh, she wasn't a bad mother, really- just, a little scary. Wriggling his rump and shoulders to release himself from the entrapping bodies of Honeykit, Bloomkit, and Softkit, little Rosekit made his way out of the Nursery quickly and quietly. Lifting his delicate pink nose the sky, he sniffed tentatively at the air of the camp and decided it wasn't interesting enough to warrant going someplace new today. No, today he would revisit his usual place of self-reflection and pollen chasing- a grassy little nook behind the Nursery itself. Flicking the tip of his tail side to side as if he were doing something very important and interesting, he slipped into the pleasantly cool shade, stubbing his paw on a stone and stumbling slightly but otherwise not complaining- it wasn't as if he could feel it, anyway.

Settling down on the short, soft greenery, his wide eyes- just starting to turn into their true yellow color at this age- focused on the little white and blue flowers that were starting to grow in. A voice to his side, however gentle as it was, shattered his peace, setting his fur on end as he stared wild-eyed at its source- Mom's up already!? But, this cat was grey and hairy and a lot different from mom, wasn't she? And sort of transparent, too. And glittery. She seemed kind enough though, her voice singing with a gentle purr. Disregarding his lessons about not talking to cats that weren't from around camp, he smoothed his fur with a few hasty, embarrassed licks and chirped, "I'm Rosekit. Who are... you?" He let his head fall to the left, unable to stop himself from staring in curiosity. Now that he thought of it, she must be really clever if she was back here without the camp being all alert.

[M'Lady]

She stifled a soft laugh as she watched the kit hastily groom himself to be presentable. What a proper little kit, she would've liked to have such a well behaved tom in Ivyclan. Alas, it was not to be. Such a thing would've concerned her more in life, but here it was hardly given a lazy thought. And he was curious as well, how charming! Owleyes lifted her head to meet his gaze, her own eyes a brilliant yellow that his were sure to turn. Her eyes. Redbird's eyes. Although at this, she remained silent on the matter.

"My name is Owleyes," She hummed softly, dipping her head in brief greeting. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Rosekit." She wanted to meet all of them, her kin in other clans. Ivyclan blood ran strong in their veins, whether they knew it or not, and she had a need for them to know her. Even if they would never know who she was in their lives.

"You're up rather early, do you have some adventure to get up to today?" Her whiskers twitched in amusement at this, as her heart warmed at the thought. She would always get up rather early, too. Especially when she was an apprentice. There were so many things to see in the world, she couldn't help but to get excited to see all of it. Her reasons had faded as she'd gotten older, but once again she remembered the excitement that would wake her up while the sky was still grey. "The morning is a little cloudy today, but it's the perfect day to do something exciting then, don't you think?"