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Moonpaw
Kit || He/him || 6 Moons || Purrks: Chill of death

He side eyed Howling -er Heronpaw. She was always so... bleh all the time. Why?? They had a great life, great parents, and a great greemaw who was leading their great clan to this great gathering! Everything was great!! Was it the announcements that freaked her out so bad??? Maybe he should start listening to those...

Quietpaw and Birdpaw were next on Moon's judgement list. Quietpaw was - well quiet, and Birdpaw was Birdpaw. Enough said. The idiot couldn't even walk 3 steps without trip-- OOF! No he did not just faceplant! NO HE DIDNT!

Then finally was Momma and Greemaw. Both seemed a bit... bleh. But a different bleh than his oldest sister. For Greemaw it was like a... uhhh like a spiky bleh. For Momma it was a droopy bleh. They're probably sick of stinky Birdpaw or something. Moonpaw nodded at his thoughts as he entered the extremely stinky clearing. Ya, this was probs all her fault.

It was time to chase the blehs away with the best medicine of all! MOONPAW! Ignoring the weird smelly cats and his weird smelly siblings, Moonpaw began his trek up the Seastones - determined to wiggle up next to Momma.

"I'M COMIN MOMMA!!! NO MORE BLEH BLEH!!!" Woah, this thing was high!!

@Rose No need to respond to this if you don't want to, he can literally just fall right off LOL