[Brightlight]

Originally Posted by Jae

Redrock tilts his head to the side, purring softly and shaking some stray snowflakes from his pelt.

"My name is Redrock," he responded, sitting and grooming his paws. "You're Nightkit, no? How many moons are you?"

--Nightkit--

Nightkit nodded slowly. Redrock. It wasn't a hard name to remember, so Nightkit hoped she did remember this kind warrior who helped her when she was cold and lost. In her own camp. Nightkit's fur felt hot. She still couldn't believe she got lost.

When Redrock spoke again, Nightkit hesitated. How many moons was she? "I'm one moon old!" Nightkit said proudly, before turning the question on Redrock How many moons old are you?"