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A soft pink tongue gently rasped itself over a beautiful patterned pelt. The pelt and tongue belonged to, you guessed it, Aspenkit! She happened to care a lot about how she looked. Oh, and in case you weren't aware, a lot means a lot. She cares a lot about the ways she looks.
If I don't groom myself well enough, I won't be ready for my warrior ceremony! And if I'm not ready for that... Aspenkit's thoughts whirled around in her head. Making it difficult for her to groom herself at the precise manner she always did.
"Curse my thoughts!" she growled out loud, shaking herself with such intensity her mind cleared. Now she could focus on one thing. She could focus on grooming. The thing she should be doing at the moment. Obviously! The molly couldn't understand why cats didn't take time grooming. It was important to look your best! Everyone should! Even as a kit, when kits didn't protest if their fur was licked the wrong way, Aspenkit had. She had thrashed around like crazy, trying to get away from the very annoying thing that kept moving her fur the wrong way. It had been very annoying. At least now she could groom herself so no one else had to do it for her. Oh, and then there was another thought. Apprentices got very dirty didn't they? That was bad! What if she got too dirty? That was terrible!
But then, you could always look on the bright side. Her friends, Breezepaw, Pumpkinpaw, Shellpaw, Featherpaw, Flashpaw, and Wolfpaw had been her friends through kithood. But since she was a moon younger than them, she had been separated kind of. Of course in only a moon she would be with them, which was very fun. All the trouble they would cause... playing together like old times! It would be old times.. but in the new times.. if that made sense. It did kind of to Aspenkit, as she was the one who was thinking about it. Swinging her gaze around as she thought, her foresty hues caught on to familiar figures. Breezepaw and Flashpaw. She had been thinking about them, and there they were!
By the looks of it causing trouble to.
Great! she instantly stopped grooming. To Aspenkit, troublemaking was better than grooming. Yes, better. Of course you needed to be clean to stir up trouble, but she had half groomed herself and that was perfectly fine for her. She was bubbling with excitment. Seeing Flashpaw pounce, Aspenkit smirked. In a second she was behind him, and was leaping on top of the tom.