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Originally Posted by Wingnettle

Milkkit (he/him)
Creamy-white short fur and green eyes

❛ ━━━━━━･❪ ⚘ ❫ ･━━━━━━ ❜

Milkkit tried to decipher Firekit's expression when she turned and looked at him laying on the sandy ground. He felt all dusty, and after shaking off some dirt he sneezed noisily. But when his friend returned back and caught up to him, she wasn't laughing as he'd first expected. On the contrary, she was helping him get cleaned up.

Milkkit let her tongue remove some of the dust that had clung harder on his fur, then got himself up and addressed her shyly: "Thank you... You were very fast, too. I didn't think you'd be so quick on your big orange paws." Her kind reaction had cheered him up, and now he didn't care much if he'd made a bad impression. After all they were just playing! Yes. With his heart lift again, he smiled widely and gave Firekit a gentle cuff at her ear. "You know, if I hadn't stumbled in that damn rock, I would've surely won. Next time I'll control every single paw step of our track (rocks especially) and I'll win."

Now that they had even run, Milkkit felt really tired. This reminded him of something they had forgotten before: "You know, we haven't eat that rabbit yet. Shall we go to the fresh kill pile?" At the same moment his belly rumbled hungrily.

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Firekit
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Rolling her eyes, Firekit snorted at the young tom's comment "You know, it's awfully rude to assume I'd be slow because of my paws. I'm growing into them you know!" she protested. Though she said this with a frown on her face, a playful shine showed in her eyes. "Don't blame the rock for your own incompetence," She said waving her tail dismissively, a smile inching its way onto her maw. "If I had tripped over a rock, I would've gotten up and still found a way to win."

Firekit nodded in agreement when Milkkit brought up their food situation, but noticed that her friend was looking a bit tired. "Here, let me help you Milkkit," She said, as she offered her side to help support the tom walk. "Honestly, I don't know what I'm going to do with you. As the leader of the kits I can't have all my future warriors and underlings collapse on their paws," She teased. At this moment her stomach growled, causing her fiery pelt to heat up a bit in mild embarrassment, "Uhh... that was a message from StarClan saying that we shouldn't waste any more time and should go eat," the she-kit said, looking away "C'mon, let's go," and with that, she started to walk towards the freshkill pile.