A small ginger cat sat in the clearing, batting unenthusiastically at a moss ball. She was far ready to be made an apprentice like her siblings, though she was weary of it too. The clan was unstable currently, still struggling to find it's way after the loss of the previous leaders in battle. Her baby blues were long gone and rather her dense golden optics stared blankly at the sky above. It was a solid sheet of white, threatening to drop a dusting of snow. She sighed. Dulcetkit couldn't say she really missed her mother, she'd never been fond of the poisonous molly who mistreated her kits. Though she missed the idea of having a mother, having one around meant a chance to repair what was broken at some point, but Dulcetkit and her siblings would never gain such a chance. Her ginger tail flicked against the cold ground. The weather this time of year didn't bother her, she had a thick coat and was well protected. Her white front paw reached out and pushed the moss ball again, her eyes watching as it rolled. The young tabby supposed she could find someone to play with, though she preferred not to. Life was easier alone, uncomplicated. Plus she wouldn't have a chance to enjoy such solitude again once she was an apprentice. The though did excite the young molly though. Dulcetkit was ready to set off on her own journey of self improvement, make a place for herself in the clan. Though all the socialization it required frightened her a little. It was a good thing that she wasn't ambitious. She would never be fit for a leader or even deputy role, she just wanted to make a good cat of herself and prove to the clan that she wouldn't be like her mother.
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