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There was a young she-kit with Siamese markings across her body- a cream coat and chocolate browned features. Falconkit was rather small for her age, but she hardly cared.
What she did care about was friends. And what kit didn't? Friendship was one of the only things she'd fully grasped so far. The companionship of other kits was a glorious thing, and she'd do anything for a game of moss-ball or a little talk.
And because of that, the mixed-bred ThunderClan kit sat in the nursery, looking for any sight of a possible friend, or perhaps one of her siblings.