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Originally Posted by Ludicrous Lunacy
A smallish kit slipped out of the nursery, his dark chocolate ears flicking around until he spotted him. Fleetear. Trotting over to the older tom, Fallenkit frowned; the warrior seemed too upset, his features appearing too careless, and the young tom know what he was going to would deal an emotional blow. And anyway, the cat had acted as his father. So much so that the kit's siblings had not realized what he did, had not read between the lines.. Fallen knew it would hurt them both when he asked the question, and quite honestly, he was scared of the answer. Nudging the tom with his muzzle, he looked up at Fleetear.
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Fleetear looked to Fallenkit with weary eyes. He wasn't suprised to see the small kit before him, but it did take a moment for him to recall his name. "Hello, Fallenkit." He mews plainly, but his expression does brighten up very slightly. "What are you up to?" He waves his tail slowly, allowing his interest to favor his young one.