Far into the meeting, Palekit finally noticed Lionstar talking. He looked around at the gathered Clan, head curiously tilted to the side. The kit's ears perked and he gazed up at the golden leader, not having a single clue as to what was going on. Was Lionstar proud of him for guarding the camp? He had done it- just like his Momma was protecting their den! A smile pulled at his lips and he tried to focus on the leader, tail twitching from where it was curled over his paws.
He had grown quite big in his last few moons in RiverClan, though his maturity had not. Palekit was still as curious and whiny as always- though he had learned to speak with the help of Sugarapple. His nose twitched at the thought of his adopted mother, eyes darting around to look for her. She must still be in the nursery! Palekit hopped up on his paws, preparing to go and search for Sugarapple.