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Originally Posted by Random Melody
Mintkit smirked to herself, shaking her head lightly. "I'll be the fiercest of 'em all." She replied, ducking her head when Marshpaw batted at her ears. She gave a soft laugh and batted him right back, smiling. She stopped when he stopped, tilting her head at him with an almost concerned look on her face, wondering why he'd stopped walking. But she saw that glazed-over look in his eyes like he was thinking about something, and immediately began to wonder what he was thinking about. Eventually she ended up looking around while she waited for him to speak. It was alot different from the camp, she noted, obviously. The camp was closed off, but this looked pretty open to her. It had her wondering how far it went. Surely it didn't stretch on forever. There were other territories, too. Still, how far did it go? The she-cat tilted her head thoughtfully, staring ahead with an almost dazed expression on her face. Her brothers were missing out on such a great experience, but she was kinda glad they weren't there. She liked just being with Marshjump. It was easy to act kind of normally around him. She didn't feel like that around her family. She felt... Not exactly emotionless, but she just didn't feel as much emotion with them as she did with Marshjump. Well, she did, but it was different... Was that bad? She still absolutely adored her family, but she just couldn't feel it with them. Couldn't feel as passionate. The blue-point Siamese tilted her head, then shook it slightly and looked up at Marshjump when he spoke again. Mintkit offered a small grin. "We'll convince her. We make a good team, do we not?" She tilted her head and smiled before adding; "I'm sure she'll go for it." She assured, flicking her tail lightly at his shoulder. "You'll just have to get on her good side. And honestly, that probably won't be hard."
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"That I'm sure of," The warrior mewed, with a grin at his young friend. Marshjump padded onwards, his dark eyes taking in the scenery now as he moved along. His gait was a slower one - trying to make sure that Mintkit could keep up, but not so slow that she would think he was trying to be demeaning towards her. The tom thought the world of his young friend, and he would never want her to think that he thought any less of her. The territory around him showed the colors of leaf-fall, going into leafbare... he wished the weather would remain warm, and that snow wouldn't fall. This coming leafbare would be Mintkit's first, wouldn't it? Any cat who survived their first leafbare was likely to survive more. Marshjump had been very young during his first leafbare, and this was most likely the first that he would remember.
Chances were, he wasn't too likely to drop dead now that he was older and knew the rules of survival better. Not that he would follow the 'only the strong survive, the weak must die' mantra that some of the crueler warriors thought was the only rule of survival. The strong needed to protect the weak. Marshjump was glad to be a warrior because it meant he would get to take care of the younger and currently weaker members of the Clan. They were the future... if there were no younger warriors, there was no future. He truly believed that. A smile spread over his face as the young Siamese spoke again, and he nodded more confidently this time. "I know." He wished he could know that for sure, there was no way of being absolutely sure that he could get on Snowstar's good side or that she would go for it, but Marshjump was fairly certain that he and Mintkit together could do it. After all, as she had said... they made a good team.
The new warrior knew this, and he would be sure to try and accent that point if he needed to do more convincing. "I bet you could charm your way into this. Give me your cutest face, quick!" He mewed, with a teasing urgency in his voice. Kits were the most precious and pure members of the Clans. No cat was born evil. They were only born with the ability to become evil. If they were born to bad parents, well, chances were they weren't going to be good. Born to good parents? They just might stay good.