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Originally Posted by Wingnettle
Mintkit's silence was suddenly broken by the arrival of someone in front of her, where a brownish and white, long haired tom was looking at her from above. She lifted her head and stared at bright yellow eyes, wondering why someone had even approached her - especially an older cat which wouldn't probably join the mass of younger kits and apprentices in the games. What was he doing here?
The warrior's voice was gentle and warm, but his gaze brought with it something deeper that she couldn't recognize. Instead of replying, Mintkit flicked her ear in acknowledgement and switched her attention to the ground, hoping that the meeting would end on its own.
[ @ Maplefur ] |
Ducknose hesitated, wondering if he should just take the hint and walk away. Instead, he settled into a seated position while leaving a comfortable amount of space between the two.
"I remember being a kit and watching the others in the nursery play," they murmured softly.
"I honestly don't know I ever had a chance to play any of these sort of games. I was an only kit, and the others... we didn't get along well."
He kept his eyes trained on the young cats who were starting to break off into groups, dutifully rolling moss into balls and preparing for their games. The smile on their maw turned bittersweet and they glanced once more to the kit by their side. Ducknose wondered if any of his own experience would resonate with the kit. He couldn't explain it, but the warrior couldn't stand to see this young one left out. Even if she had accepted it.
"May I ask for your name?" They had to admit that they weren't familiar with all of the kits in the nursery, though perhaps they would do well to familiarize themself will all the young kits. The kits would become apprentices, after all, and Ducknose was starting to think it might be time for his first experience as a mentor. Not like they knew exactly how Pikestar decided these things, but the warrior was 28 moons now. Surely his time to train an apprentice would come soon.