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Originally Posted by turtle
Marigoldpaw tilt her head up slightly as she stared at the kitten through what seemed like narrowed eyes. She studied the molly closely as took her question into consideration. Was this kit mature for her age? Or was she just like every other small kittens in the nursery. She could conclude that wasn't the case of course. But at the same time she was still younger by a few years. And there was nothing different about that, nothing would change that fact at all. "I could be nice and say you seem so much older then you appear to be but to put it more bluntly you do seem a little but I wouldn't get all high and mighty just yet. You're still young and you do slip up or am I wrong? Besides its good to just have plain fun! Act silly for no reason then just the monotone boring moments that seem to get most warriors. Which blows, you gotta live life with adventure! Or so I would like to think anyways." She said with a small shrug before she gave her head a small shake as she begin to think about a few other things. Her ears flickered in acknowledge of the mollys question about her name. But it took her what seemed like forever to respond to her question. "Even so still enjoy it while it last. And the names Marigoldpaw," She said softly as a small smile began to grow at the corner of her mouth. Fluffing out her fur slightly feeling the small glimpse of the suns warm rays that shone on her backfur. It was those moments she couldn't help but enjoy with every form of happiness in her small body. The one thing she truly looked forward too after the long harsh weather they have to endure over the leafbare seasons. The one she somewhat hated with some form unknown passion hidden within. Letting out a soft sigh she gave her full attention to the smaller cat seeming to have gotten lost there for a mere moment. "And what may your name be? Since I so kindly gave you my name I feel as if it would be polite if you returned the favor?" She said lowering her head to stare her in the eye. She was quite curious to hear what she could possibly say to that. If this molly were to be nice enough to return the name giving and not blow her off unlike some of her peers she would see no problem in which they could become some sort of friends in the near future.
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[i'm developing her personality, so she may seem a little out of character in her traits!!]
Cinderkit examined this new cat with equally narrowed orbs. The feline watched her actions, wondering how she would respond to her question. Originally, she had meant it as a joke—that was the whole reason why she smirked at her senior—but if Cinder was to be totally honest, she was terrible at conveying jokes. Nobody ever seemed to understand them, or they took them seriously, like this one did. "Well, you aren't wrong," she grinned. She really did enjoy this molly's company. Her sass was simply wonderful. "I do make lots of mistakes! But I'm not very fond of just... being silly. I don't think it does very much good in the long run," meowed the soon-to be apprentice, staring at her acquaintance with gleaming optics.
"But if you're mature and polite towards the older cats, then you'll be more likely to be chosen for important tasks!" Cinderkit plastered a smile on her face, one that was partially fake. For the most part, she wanted to see how this Marigoldpaw would react to what she had said; would she agree with her opinion, or would this apprentice have a no-doubt lesser opinion? She loved exploring the possibilities of how someone would respond. Cinder couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of anxiety, however; what if she was completely opposed to all of her views? Then they wouldn't be able to interact at all.
But... why was she so distressed by the idea that they wouldn't be able to talk without arguing? It shouldn't affect her as much as it should; but then again, Marigoldpaw did have a more interesting personality than those she had met earlier in her short life.
That must be it. If she couldn't interact with Marigold anymore, then she wouldn't have anyone else to talk to! "Oh, I'm Cinderkit! Pleasure to meet you," she raised both her eyebrows this time, bending down in a position similar to a stretch, rump in the air and tail cocked forward. It was obvious to her that she was mimicking a bow, but it wasn't the most obvious thing on the planet. "What sort of things do you learn as an apprentice?" There she went, off on yet another tangent. "I mean, of course you guys learn hunting and fighting—that's the most basic answer in the book—but I wanted to know what kinds of battles moves you learn! I know that there's one where you..." she trailed off, attempting to stand on her hind legs. "...do this! What is this calle—" Cinderkit was cut off as she toppled over, the weight of her upper body too much for her legs. "StarClan Almighty!" she hissed, laying on the ground with her limbs splayed out.