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Originally Posted by crumbl
Quailpaw smiled softly, a faraway look in his eye. "We're friends," he nodded. "We were both outsiders before we joined ShadowClan, and when we met... I guess we just clicked. I haven't seen them for a while." Quailpaw was quiet, thinking of his time outside the Clan. "I guess I've missed out on a lot of things."
Above the murmuring of the assembled cats, Ravenpaw's voice rang out: I do. Suddenly the memories overpowered him and he turned away with half a sob, so quiet it might have been mistaken for a laugh. "Sorry," he mewed, turning back to Laurelkit with an odd smile on his lips. "I'm a sucker for sentimentality." I'm not, some part of him thought crossly, but he'd been a wet-pelt for this kit long enough. "I bet you must be really excited for your own ceremony. I'd say you look half a warrior, how many moons are you?" The mottled tortoiseshell smoothed out his pelt and settled into a more manageable sitting position, expression calm and vaguely friendly. |
~Laurelkit~
A little smile danced along the Molly’s face when Quailpaw confirmed he and Ravenpaw, soon to be Ravensomething, were friends. A little gleam showed in her round and rather excited blue eyes as she gazed towards Ravenpaw for a moment before Quailpaws words caught her attention. Instead of gazing straight at him and into his eyes when she had turned to look, she instead stared towards his muzzle and examined how it look. She was listening of course and this was proven from when she tilted her head and her eyes shown with interest before the Kit like voice arose from her. “Really? What’s it like being a outsider?” though she had seemed rather interested, Laurelkit seemed to realize something before quickly adding on “if you’re comfortable with telling me, of course, I’ve heard it’s rather hard,” a soft sigh was puffed from her as the little kit gave a shake of her head. “I couldn’t imagine being a outsider, but I’m really happy you got a friend when you came here!” then she paused and thought about the next thing “how come you haven’t seen them in awhile?”.
Laurelkit had heard the “I do” come from Ravenpaw, causing the tiny molly to turn her head from the muzzle she had been examining and towards the cat who was about to be made a warrior. This would be the first one she watched! It was exciting to see how it was done! However, her attention was quickly recaptured by Quailpaws half sob, her gaze softening softly before the kit seemed to think of something. Giving a little playful headbutt to the leg of Quailpaw that was closet to her, Laurelkit blinked up towards the tom once the “sorry” had reached her tiny flickering ears. She gaze the tom a rather warm smile as she was finally able to gaze up and make eye contact with him for the next few moments. A soft little laugh came from her as she nodded in agreement with the statement. She was too. However, upon hearing Quailpaw speaking again the molly titled her head before she puffed her chest slightly with a bit of pride and her gaze sparkled. “I’m three moons old! I’ll have my ceremony in three moons!!” though she seemed rather excited, Quailpaw could hear her murmur a soft “but it’s not coming fast enough,” as she gazed upwards towards him.
(Got carried away ;-; )