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[bird]

| sparkclaw |

Trotting into camp alone, he looked around, a plump squirrel resting in his jaws. It was empty, with exception to the queens, elders, and kits; it was a perfect time for him to take a rest from his long day of hunting and patrolling. There was no one to bother him, really, and that was the best part of hanging around at this time. While kits did bother him sometimes, he didn't mind it too much, as most kits came from a place of admiration. He wasn't a senior warrior, and yet the kits looked at him like he had earned that respect. Sparkclaw liked that.

Along with that, Sparkclaw had been looking through the kits for one he might be mentoring in the future. He knew that it was entirely possible he could be a mentor in the future, and he wanted to be prepared for that, even if he couldn't really predict if or when it would happen. So far, he hadn't seen any kits he wouldn't jump at the opportunity to be a mentor to, because while teaching scared him, he knew that it was one of the only ways to truly learn how to be a great warrior. Teaching teaches the teacher, or something like that. He knew he probably wouldn't be the best teacher, as he was a slow learner himself, but maybe he could pass a thing or two that he'd learned over a great deal of time on to the next generation of warriors.

He moved further into camp, setting the squirrel down on the fresh kill pile, and then sitting near it after sweeping away a twig, not really wanting to go back to the warriors' den yet. It was too nice of a day to just hide inside, so there he sat, looking up at the sky and taking in the scenery. It was true that they had an amazing view of Starclan at night, and while it was only barely night now, the stars shone just as well as you'd expect them to. Of course, he knew someone would interrupt him fairly soon, but looking up at Starclan wasn't a crime.

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Daffodilkit

The 2 moon old kits eyes were finally fully open at this point, with her new sense she was often found tussling and rolling around with her siblings, pretending to be a great warrior of the nursery. Earlier in the morning, the ginger ball of fluff had begged to be let out of the nursery early, right as the sun was rising. Her mother obliged tiredly and Daffodilkit spent the morning chasing leaves and bugs, laying in the sun while little birds picked up her loose tufts of fur. Then she took a nap.

Now, the young she-cat was peering through the nursery entrance, her eyes locked on a cat that looked all too familiar, but she did not know him at all. They looked so much alike, perhaps this mysterious ginger colored tom was her brother? Her father? Small eyes watched Sparkclaw as he dragged his freshly caught squirrel to the fresh-kill pile. Daffodilkit licked her jowls, her stomach rumbling. This was around the time too that she started weaning from her mother's milk and began to get a taste for prey, and squirrels looked so good! You could say she was ready for anything life threw at her, ready to jump into the world at any moment, unlike her siblings, and much to her mother's dismay who wanted her to be a kit for a while longer.

Glancing back at her dozing mother, the ginger she-cat stumbled out of the nursery, her target was locked and set and she headed straight for the broad shouldered tom before her. Stalking slowly, her tail wiggled behind her and she didn't have the greatest posture, but she was quiet and stealthy enough that she got close enough for the tom to not notice. "AHA!" Daffodilkit squealed playfully in her triumph of catching Sparkclaw's tail. "I've got you now!" Her little growls were innocent and filled with amusement as she rolled on the ground, sinking her little claws and teeth in his furry tail, pretending it was something like a snake.

[bird]

| sparkclaw |

Sparkclaw let out a small noise of surprise as he heard a tiny voice shout as his tail was caught. He looked behind him and chuckled, letting his tail be tackled like a snake. It seemed a small kit- who looked almost strangely like him- had sneaked out of the nursery and looked for the first thing that could possibly be entertaining to her. He didn't know the name of the kit, but he assumed she was fairly young, what with how small she was. Sparkclaw's tail hurt slightly from the tiny kit teeth and claws, but he could tolerate it. After all, she was having fun, and who was he to interrupt that?

"Having fun there?" He joked, just watching the kit as she played, making no attempt to take back his tail. The kit really did look like a smaller him, albeit with some white fur on her chest that he didn't have. They were both long furred, which made the kit look like a tiny ball of fur due to her being just completely tiny. He wondered just who would get to mentor this kit. They'd definitely have a lot on their paws, going off of the fact that she tackled his tail and seemed to have an amount of energy that was legendary to Sparkclaw. Actually, maybe that was just all kits. After all, he wouldn't know.