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Originally Posted by RedHead

Spicestorm nodded, remembering that patrol that had gone out quite early this morning. He himself hadn’t been on any patrols yet, he’d mainly been hanging out with his younger half-siblings. And his cousins. The two litters were the same age, and were easily played off as siblings. His aunt, Softglow’s litter, believed themselves to be adopted, Shellfeather hadn’t wanted any of the kits to know they were born as loners. Though of course they still had Riverclan blood, due to Softglow’s heritage.
“I actually haven’t been out yet, but it would be nice to get away from the camp.” He meowed, letting his brilliant blue-green gaze rake over the clearing once before settling it back on Whitewish. “And no, you’re not alone. My pelt is short, so heat doesn’t get to me much.” Unisually short for a Riverclan cat’s. Most of his siblings had been that way too, due to both their father and mother having shorter pelts. But his mom’s current litter, the one she had had with Scorchingflame, the one Spicestorm wasn’t too fond of, mostly had longer pelts. Which was another thing that made them different. Another reason why Spicestorm felt they weren’t even his siblings. They were all ginger cats as well. Spicestorm knee his mom’s pelt color wasn’t a dominant trait among the family, due to almost all her kits looking like their fathers. Spicestorm for example, was a spitting image of his father Russetswirl. As well as Russteswirl’s only biological son.

Whitewish's ears flicked in surprise. How had the lucky tom escaped the multitude of patrols that had been sent out? Granted, there was no shortage of warriors in Riverclan, but still. It was unlikely to make it to sunhigh without going out on at least a short hunting patrol. Fallenstar used all his warriors for sure, keeping the territory in order.

Her bicolored eyes followed his gaze across the camp clearing almost instinctively, before she realized and snapped her gaze back to his face, meeting his eyes when his own attention turned back to her. She smiled softly, eyes crinkling up slightly with the movement, before she lifted her paw, licking the back of it smoothly and drawing it over her own ear and forehead, smoothing the fur there better.

"Well, if you haven't been out today, what have you been up to? You seem a bit tired, so.. kits? Were you playing with kits?"

She asked softly, chuckling equally as soft as she glanced towards the nursery, where several shadowy shapes could be spotted moving about in the den beyond the shaded entrance. She had heard that Spicestorm had family there, but they hadn't ever gotten close enough for him to tell her about them.

Her white pelt ruffled gently in the breeze as she contemplated. Her mother had been a kittypet herself, so her soft white fur had been inherited from that side of her lineage. Luckily her father was a fullblood Riverclan warrior, but her fur still didn't have quite the waxy coating that was common for longhairs in the clan. Some days she and her apprentice Batpaw would go to the river, but she mostly avoided it, her downy soft fur just collecting water like a sponge.

Finding herself off track, she focused back on Spicestorm, clearing her brain of the tangent and letting a soft smile cover her face again, waiting for his response.