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Being a fluffy bundle of a cat, Birchkit found it less stuffy outside of the Nursery. Though he disliked being separated from his kin, he begrudgingly took some time out of the nursery to get a breath of fresh air, and to soak in the sunlight. His deep green eyes blinked as he looked all around, the small tom barely aware of the outside world. The nursery was his safe little bubble, he'd never really seen the need to leave, but... He'd be an apprentice in a few moons, wouldn't he? He hadn't even been able to talk all that much... Not that he'd ever needed to. Acornkit and Oakkit were always friendly enough.

The cedar-brown tabby didn't stray too far from the nursery's entrance, though he carefully trailed around until he was comfortable with the area. The bustle of larger cats made him anxious, in some way, though he could look up to them in a respectful manner. The majority, at least... Oakpelt was nowhere to be seen, luckily enough. Birchkit didn't know how he'd confront his father, at least not at this age... He just wanted to keep his mother happy, for now.