[ti]Open[/ti]This Bird Needs a Flock

[Storm]

Sparrowkit
MothClan | Kit | She-Cat | 5 Moons | Heterosexual

The sun’s beams glinted in Sparrowkits yellow orbs, a club? Like a whole group of friends, wow! She listened intently to the names of the other cats she listed. She wanted to remember them so she could be friends with them too, that way their 'epic apprentice club' could actually happen. She knew of Darkkit, whom she was still sharing the nursery with, but Bunnypaw’s next words made her raise a furry eyebrow for an inquisitive look. Mates? Sparrowkit’s little heart fluttered, maybe she was still kind of immature, terrified of the thought of toms. She followed with a wince at the next name… How cruel to be named after the slimy strings that creepy crawled in the mud. Sparrowkit had accidentally played too rough with a few of them and helped them meet untimely ends, much like the twig she had killed here in the clearing, now she felt a little guilty. She thought better than bring this up, it would have been mean to question a cats name behind its back.

She grew hot under her fluffy pelt as she returned to her first question about Bunnypaws mate, the hot environment was not helping either of course. “I haven’t met Darkkit, but I know who he is.”, she mewed and glanced around a bit embarrassed, “Y-you two are already mates?” Sparrowkit was shocked, they were so young, she thought mates were for older cats. “I don’t know umm… Wormpaw, but I was wondering who’s been bringing the moss when I wasn’t there! It’s so nice!”, she smiled genuinely. That really is kind, but that's an apprentice name right?  Maybe they have to do that? “Is that part of your duties as an apprentice?” her ears twitched with wonder as she tried to pry more of an idea of what her future would be like as an apprentice from Bunnypaw. Sparrowkit nodded at her last comment intently. She would try to gather her courage to introduce herself to Darkkit and the mystery cinnamon tabby, Wormpaw, if she saw them. She definitely wanted to be in with Bunnypaw’s group of other friends.

NOTES: No worries!

[gingersnapsdacat]

Bunnypaw nodded. "Yeah...it was a huge surprise to everyone else too! He was showing me this....thingy he made, a pile of flowers and dandelions, when he suddenly just told me that he had made it all for me! When I told him how sweet it was, he just stood up and...asked me! He said that he was big and strong, and that he could protect me. I figured, I like him, he likes me, that's how love works right? So, I said 'Sure, why not?!' And here we are!"
The silver she cat could talk for hours about her mate. To her, that little story of young love was the romance of the century. 
"Apprentices definitely do that kind of stuff! As for Wormpaw...that is kinda more complicated, and I don't know most of it. She actually just became an apprentice recently! She's older than me. But, for some reason, she wasn't made an apprentice."
Bunnypaw had to think for a second. Why did MothStar and Brackenfall keep her from being an apprentice? She was already doing apprentice work long before, so why could she not have the status?
"Who knows!"

[Storm]

Sparrowkit
MothClan | Kit | She Cat | 5 Moons | Heterosexual

The brown kit listened politely as Bunnypaw told her and Darkkits story. It was sweet, but Sparrowkit had to hold her pink tongue in her maw. She resisted the urge to scrunch her face, the way love works is weird. Thinking of how rough and loud the tom-kits were, the she-cat wouldn't be worried about finding a mate until later in her life. She was more curious about pile of flowers she spoke of, imagining how pretty and colorful they were. She wondered how many different types of plants and animals there were out in the open territories. "Where did he find all of the flowers?!", she chirped with a flick of her tail. Her question would help her seem more interested in Bunnypaws love story. 

Wormpaw being revealed to be a she-cat and the fact that she became an apprentice late made the brown feline feel sorry for her fellow clanmate. She was almost stunned she hadn't met the cat before at this point, surely she would have heard talk about someone with all this going on. Her ears lazed away from each other into a relaxed position, "That is weird." she stated curiously, but she simply shrugged. 

"I'll be an apprentice soon, no matter what!" she mewed before moving to grab her twig up into her jaws. She shook her head, whipping the thin, flexible stick through the air. The feline was excited for the extra freedoms that came with growing older, right now all she could think about was exploring with her new friends. Sparrowkit wasn't excited for the many responsibilities that also came though. She thought very little of her upcoming duties to maintain the camp, help elders, or train even though that was all she really heard the older cats talk about. The kit raised up onto her hind legs and released her grip on the twig, it was tossed lightly up into the air above her. On her back legs she almost stood as tall as Bunnypaw sat, she giggled before losing her balance and falling back onto her rump. She landed with an “oomph.” in the soft grass, tail out behind her as the stick began its decent. The now awkwardly seated kit began to laugh at herself nervously, forgetting she was planning on snatching her ‘kill’ back out of the air with her paw after she threw it.

[gingersnapsdacat]

"Well...I have no idea." 
Bunnypaw's gentle smile looked kind of awkward as she mewled her attempt at an answer. Surely it had taken Darkkit a while to create the lovely flower mountain. It would be nigh impossible to make it in just a day, right? And surely she would have noticed if the clan had that many flowers.
"All I know is that he had it all piled behind the nursery. When we got close, Darkkit told me to wait, then he pushed it over to me."
The silver she-cat provided what little information she had, hoping that it would sound like some sort of decent tale. 
As for Wormpaw, Bunnypaw was just as confused. Ki-um...Wormpaw was a good cat, as far as the young apprentice could tell, so what kept her from being an apprentice. She wasn't injured, at least, Bunnypaw didn't think so...
It was clear that she would not have a clear answer to the confusing mess of Wormpaw, or the puzzle of the flowers. 
"Oh yeah! Once we are all together, nothing will stop us!"
In a surge of playful energy, Bunnypaw leaped up, snatching Sparrowkit's forgotten stick from the air. 
"HA! Gotcha!"

[starryflower]

Dawnkits ears twitched at the sound of voices carrying into the nursery, waking her up from her mid-afternoon slumber.
Whoever's out there doesn't sound like they're too far away...
On that thought, she stretched her front paws out in front of her, unsheathing her claws and dug them into the moss she had been resting on. After clawing at the moss a few times, the silver and white she-kit brought herself up on all four paws and began to walk towards the opening of the cave, following the sound of familiar voices.
As she drew closer to the entrance of the nursery, she squinted into the sunlight and spotted Sparrowkit and Bunnypaw tossing a stick about in the clearing. Despite sharing a nursery with Sparrowkit (and previously Bunnypaw) for the brief period that she's been a part of the clan, she hadn't quite become acquainted with either of them yet. Figuring now was as good a time as any to go say hi, she smoothed down the fluffy fur on her chest that just never quite stayed put with her tongue and padded over to the two of them.

"Hello... I'm Dawnkit" she mewled, throwing in her name just in case they didn't know. "You're Sparrowkit and Bunnypaw, right?"

[Storm]

Sparrowkit
MothClan | Kit | She Cat | 5 Moons | Heterosexual

Golden eyes following Bunnypaw’s leap, Sparrowkit’s jaw parted in awe. “WOW!”, she cheered, “That was so cool!” Her attention had completely shifted from her questions to this action. Bunnypaw had just saved the little kit from being struck by the twigs downward path and in a flashy fashion from the kits perspective. I wonder if she could catch a bird like that!? Her brain spun with the possibilities, “Will you teach me?” She pouted more wanting to play with the older cat than actually learn. She swatted with her little paws at the stick Bunnypaw now had, claws sheathed carefully so they wouldn't catch and pull it away from her.

A new voice made the brown feline freeze. She glanced over so her eyes could nervously meet the approaching she-kit. She only paused for a moment before regathering herself, “Hi Dawnkit.” The fluffy kit mewed sitting up a bit straighter, “That’s right, I’m Sparrowkit.” She responded a bit more confidently, remembering she was with her friend Bunnypaw now. She offered a friendly smile to the younger cat as she waited for the silver apprentice to introduce herself as well. In the meantime, Sparrowkit admired her den mates well-groomed pelt, wondering how wild her long fur looked with all the jumping and falling she had done out in the warm sun so far.

NOTES: Yeay! Welcome! c:

[gingersnapsdacat]

Bunnypaw pinned the stick beneath her petite forepaw, smiling proudly at her catch. It was a move she had attempted only a few times; usually with butterflies and other insects, but this was the first time that it had ever worked very well. 
"Wow! That was so cool!"
Bunnypaw paused, suprised by her clanmate's praise. From her perspective, all she had done was snatch a twig. Still, it felt nice to have her 'talents' appreciated. 
"Thanks! I guess I could sorta show you. I kinda just-"
She stopped as she heard a new voice. Looking down, she saw a short-furred silver tabby kit.
I feel like I should recognize her...oh StarClan what is her name...
Luckily for Bunnypaw, the kitten introduced herself.
"Oh, hello Dawnkit!" Chirped the apprentice, pretending that she had no doubt about the young cat's name. "I am Bunnypaw!"

[Storm]

Sparrowkit
MothClan | Kit | She Cat | 5 Moons | Heterosexual

The little brown feline turned her attention back to the silver apprentice as she spoke to Dawnkit. Her fluffy tail swished happily behind her, nodding to Bunnypaw’s introduction. Adjusting to face both cats she popped down into a playful crouch, shifting her weight back and forth to pick up her forepaws separately. She nearly fell over to the side with the sloppy, unnecessary motion, but she pushed down for a little bounce. Regaining her balance she chirped, “Oh! Dawnkit! Bunnypaw was going to show me this cool leapy move, maybe you can watch too!”

She flashed her happy grin back at the apprentice, hoping she’d still play along now with the two younger kits. “You’ll still teach me right?!” If she started learning some small training skills before her apprenticeship it would help make the transition easier. I bet I could practice on jumping crickets or flies, I could totally have it down and then impress my mentor so they’ll be nice to me, she thought hopeful. Sparrowkit unsheathed her tiny white claws and dug them into the flattened grass under her pink paw pads.

[gingersnapsdacat]

With eager happiness, Bunnypaw agreed to demonstrate the leap for her newfound kitten friends. Of course, there was the issue that she had just made up the move as she went along....
Eh, I'll figure it out!
"You can't hesitate," Bunnypaw said, "Or else you might lose your balance. I kinda just..." Bunnypaw paused, trying to find the right words. "Um..I guess you could say I just channel my inner bunny. Or, try to fly like a sparrow, in your case. Or..." 
Quickly, she tried to think of what metaphor could work for Dawnkit's name. 
"Point is, if you don't believe you can catch it, than you won't even get a chance..."
Attempts to make sense of her own daydreaming thoughts aside, Bunnypaw sat, waiting for a decent piece of 'prey' that she could show off her talent in catching. Soon, she spotted a dry leaf, which still was making its way spiraling down into the camp. 
Her hind legs extended first, boosting her up off the ground, and her forepaw swished, batting the leaf out of its orbit. 
"Tails are pretty useful too, for balance and stuff."
Storm starryflower

[Storm]

Sparrowkit
MothClan | Kit | She Cat | 5 Moons | Heterosexual

Sparrowkit’s eyes were set intently on her older friend, taking in all of her explanation thoughtfully. “Don’t hesitate. Balance. Believe.” She repeated the main points back quietly to herself. She pictured the little chittering birds playing in the skies, swooping on unsuspecting insects in her mind. I can do it! I’m even named after birds that can do it, she thought even with it being an irrational process. Bunnypaw executed her made up move once again and the brown feline cheered happily as the leaf altered its path after her attack, “You’re so good at it!” 

Tired of her boring ‘dead’ stick, her head whipped back and forth on her shoulders as she scanned for new prey. Spotting another loose leaf making its way down to camp she decided, like Bunnypaw, she would opt for it as a target. She held her tail straight behind her for balance, taking the advice she was given. Darting forward on little legs, she didn’t cover much ground quickly. The little butt wiggle that she had developed before her typical pounce was missing as she had tried to not hesitate. The kit leapt up towards the low flying foliage, batting and missing it with her little paws. Sparrowkit had taken the channeling her inner sparrow idea a little to far. She had overshot the jump, flying to high compared to the leaf on the downward path. Her body curled towards her target to continue trying to snatch it from the air, but had no such luck before her weight caught her and returned her to the ground. She landed softly in the grass, eyes still on her leaf nearing her, she barely hopped and captured it in her mouth.

Any real prey would have escaped the kit’s attempt, but her tail stood tall and happy. She still caught the leaf, she didn’t see it as a failure. Sparrowkit held her head high as she returned to the two other cats. She placed her leaf at her paws, having to use her foot to remove it from hanging on her fangs which had pierced it. Avoiding using her tongue to push it away in case it tasted as terrible as her twig had. “How was that?” she inquired proudly with a grin. She sat up and awaited critiques and praise happily, unaware of how clumsy the move was.