[ti]Open[/ti]Starlight, Stars are Bright

[M'Lady]

Owleyes didn't visit the other clan camps as much as she did Ivyclan's, and when she did it was usually to take a peek at the kin of her kin, or to sleep in a particularly sunny spot she couldn't find in the dense forests of Ivyclan. However, the other three clans were in a vicious turmoil, and had all congregated around the Mistclan territories, with the more vulnerable cats sleeping closer to their grotto of a camp. As such, the young Starclan warrior took it upon herself to watch after all the little kits that were in this unfamiliar, new place. Making sure they didn't slip, or fall into the water, mostly. 

Her whiskers twitched in faint amusement as her yellow eyes grazed over the little groups of kits, those from separate clans keeping mostly to themselves. While she wasn't a fan of crossclan relations, these were kits. Kits that needed to relax and have fun, rather than remember this experience as terrifying and brewing hatred between the clancats. The needs of kits surpass all the rules of the forest, in her opinion. So she rose to her paws, and padded over to address the little, adorable scraps of fur from all clans, any clan, much like she used to address her own. 

"Kits of all clans, lend me your ears!" While her voice was declarative, it was warm with a playful hint of mischief, as if they were playing Lionclan and Tigerclan. "I, Owleyes of Starclan, decree that we should play a fantastic game of  Foxes and Warriors!" It was an old favorite of Ivyclan, one from back in the old forest, where pine needles carpeted the ground and a bubbling creek ran through the camp. It was a simple game, really, as she explained it to the little kits. Some of them would be Warriors, and others would be Foxes. The Foxes had to hide, and the Warriors would seek them out and catch their tails. However, if a found Fox catches the Warrior's tail first, they get to hide again. Her golden eyes glowed with excitement. She would watch over the game, of course, make sure that no one became stuck or lost, but she was sure it would be fun. 

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All the curt voices and low whispers had Shadowkit huffing and puffing in one spot. Darkstorm had told them all the stay put with their mother and to not run around too much in order to respect Mistclan's privacy. Shadowkit had never heard of a more hare-brained concept!! Of course she would want to explore all the new scents and locations. It wasn't fair and very boring.

When an unfamiliar voice rang out to all her peers, the silky black she-cat perked her bat-like ears and hopped up. With legs longer than she could control, Shadowkit sprang up and scrambled to Owleyes. "Ooo I want to play! Please," she added at the last second before turning around and chirping to Bunnyblossom, "Mama, I'm going to play with Mistclan! I'll be good, I promise!!"

[M'Lady]

A cheshire grin lit up her features as at least one kit showed real and uninhibited excitement. Yellow eyes glowing bright and triumphant, she trotted over to the little kit as she told her mother where she'd be off to, and hummed in her amusement.

"Well hello there, darling!" She chirped, swishing her tail lightly in a rather playful manner. "I haven't met you yet, have I? My name is Owleyes, I'm a friend to the kits of all clans." Her voice was quite lyrical, warm as the sun and smooth as honey dribbling over her words. "It's a pleasure to meet you! Why don't you come along with me, and we can find more kits to play an excellent game? I'm rather good at games, you see, and what better to do on such a lovely day?" It was indeed a fine day, no time for sweet little kits to be worried and shuttered in by their parents. Kits were the only ones allowed to cross borders with no animosity, the only ones that could reach out and laugh and play without a care in the world. The time for anger and loyalty was during apprenticehood.

"Hello!!! Would anyone like to join our game?"

[Storm]

Claykit
RootClan | Kit | Tom | 4 Moons | Heterosexual

The chocolate RootClan kit was sitting quietly against the cold hard wall.  Claykits rough tongue ran through his long thick fur over and over.  The wet, musty smell of MistClans camp that had settled in his pelt was making him quite uncomfortable.  His adoptive mother had been doting over him earlier, but she'd gone to ensure her older kits were still doing well in this strange place now. Swanstream hadn't specifically told him to stay put and Claykit knew he was considered a well behaved kit so when the voice that raised above the waterfall caught his attention he didn't hesitate to move in for a closer look.  

The large kit wandered past a few bodies in search of the she-cat claiming to be from StarClan.  His parents had told him their ancestors had joined the other clans so he was curious to see such a feline, if she was truly from the stars.   When his copper gaze caught site of Owleyes he could tell she wasn't a warrior of one of the three clans among them.  Claykit would have been perfectly happy sitting off to the side to watch her and the kits she roused play.  His head cocked to the side curiously as he fixated over the dead she-cat, was that rude of him?  He didn't have much time to decide that though before she called again for more to join.  Claykit felt it was almost directed at him... Maybe she had caught many kits attention, but some were to fearful to play after such tragedy with other clanners even less so.  

He shrugged, he didn't particularly like playing games that required so much running around, but it would give him an excuse to get a closer look.  He'd like some new friends his age too, all his adoptive  siblings were older and had left him for their apprenticeships now.  Claykit strolled further forward, catching the StarClanners words to the MothClan kit.  "Hello Owleyes," he greeted politely, "I'm Claykit of RootClan," he introduced himself proudly, offering a nod to Shadowkit as well.  "I'll join, but I'm not very fast... Could I start as a fox?" His voice hummed richly as he plotted on hiding and stealthily catching a tail before to much chasing went down and he was captured.  

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Shadowkit had been sprinting off towards Owleyes while shooting her father a stuck tongue when the Starclan cat addressed her. Whipping her head around, the Mothclan kit was surprised to see another kitten jogging up to join them. Claykit appeared to be his name and while the black she-cat was the tallest amongst those her own age, this cat was even taller than she...if only by a little. Throwing herself forward in excitement, her lean body teetered over on her scrawny legs and Shadowkit went rolling into the Rootclan kit.

Looking up at Claykit and Owleyes, Shadowkit gave a cheeky grin and purred, "I'm Shadowkit! I'm the biggest kit of Darkstorm and Bunnyblossom, and my uncle's the leader of Mothclan!!" Hopping to her feet, she boasted with her chest puffed up and continued in a matter-of-factly tone, "Of course, I want to be a warrior! My name will be Shadowbloodblaze!!" Looking to her brown-furred peer, her dark emerald eyes glittered. "Sounds cool, don't it? Came up with it mah-self!! Swishing her silky black tail to and fro, she waited for the round of applause she assumed would sound as a result.