[Estelle]

The sounds in her ears were buzzing. Everyone was being so loud, running around. Everything became fuzzy for the confused apprentice who slowly slunk away when her question went unanswered and only more commotion was happening. Flashes of pelts moved past her in a hurry, her paws tripping over themselves as she got out of the way each and every time. Flashes of red, past those moving furs, met her contrasting sky blue gaze. The newly made apprentice got a heavy, wrong feeling in the pit of her stomach each time the slightest drop of the bright red colour peeked through the crowd who was trying to desperately to cover it; it seemed as such, at least. The only sound that broke through, eventually, was the sound of her name. Vixenpaw. Blue eyes went wide as they searched for the owner of this voice, mouth lightly agape. Who was it? A leaving figured caught her eye, moving away slowly with a heap of other apprentices, some of which she (hardly) recognised the names of. Uncertainty prickled her fur when she looked back to the frenzied warriors. But she made herself small, lips pressing together in a pout, as she suspiciously edged toward and closer to this much older feline… Foxpaw, was it? She glanced up with a daring eye, as if she’d fall the moment she lifted her gaze. And soon enough, they were led inside the large but decidedly icky den of the apprentices. It was mesmerising.

Distracted, Vixenpaw edged forward with her eyes now lifted to the roof, watching it in amazement with a mouth now truly agape. It was so big! She could hardly believe it! And the nests; they were almost twice her size! With a curious paw she poked the hem of on of the nests, pulling it back quickly with light disdain and surprise written across her face when she was met with old moss and the dirty smell of sweat. YucK.

Distracted, the young kit-apprentice barely noticed Cinderpaw’s words. It wasn’t until she heard some bigger cat speak that her head wiped around once more with a look of surprised confusion. Padding up to this feline who had suggested a game of hide and seek, she looked up at them with round eyes.
“I thought we were going to learn about StarClan!”
The fluffy kit complained lightly, head tilting in mild confusion and disappointment. It wasn’t as if she got a clear answer however, as soon enough the big cat from before- Foxpaw- addressed this very feline. Not knowing what’s been happening, Vixenpaw couldn't be bothered in remembering their name. In fact, Vixenpaw felt weird. Very weird. Everyone was talking around her, not looking at her, and she didn’t even know what was happening. How was that fair? The fluffy spotted apprentice slunk away and ploffed down somewhere further back, watching the crowd interact with a pout and a frown.

Her ears swivelled. Round eyes lifted from the ground. Curiously, she looked at Darkpetal who had begun speaking moments before. She was speaking of something unfamiliar to the new apprentice, something she had never heard of before. Died.
“What is 'died'?”
The kitten pipped up with genuine curiosity, fixated so on that single term she barely registered the rest of what Darkpetal was saying. Something about StarClan and a Dark Forest, and good and bad, and coming back? What?
“Is ‘died’ like a trip?”
She pipped up again, head tilting as her voice grew squeakier in confused curiosity.
“Darkpetal how do you ‘died’?”
Finally getting back up to her paws, fluffy paws wriggled themselves closer to the big cat, past all the other kits and apprentice, eyes staring up at the warrior with an unfaltering gaze and curiosity. She didn’t like being confused.


[ Apologies for the tardiness. Am uncertain of who to mention, so just copy pasted the last mention thing - @Pheasantflight @Quasar @Miss Christmas Spirit @jupiter @maple. @NinjaBloss @Little Dakota @perseus. @Willow_Tree @Jingle Bell Dragon @Emo Rat @SpiritedWarrior @Estelle @Holly Jolly Ashie ]