[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

you're on fire It was only the first morning of Greenleaf, and already the sun beat down on a parched landscape. Despite the beautiful weather, the atmosphere in NightClan camp was far from relaxed. Even Bramblekit, who was often so oblivious to such things, could sense the tension. Every NightClan warrior seemed to have their claws out at every rustle of the undergrowth or alarmed cry of a marsh bird. The excitement had been too much for the rather hyperactive Bramblekit, who had taken to wrestling roughly with her siblings or otherwise causing trouble around the camp. In an attempt to keep the kits occupied, Batcry, one of the elders, was telling them a story. Of all cats, Batcry was likely the worst candidate for calming the kittens down. The ink-furred tom’s striking eyes gleamed with excitement as he recounted tales of past victories and triumphs in battles. Usually, Bramblekit would be interested in hearing about that time that he sent a TreeClan patrol screeching across the border, but not now. Now, she wasn’t just hearing about the adventures… She was part of them! At least she could be, if only she were three moons older. Her freckled paws itched to leave camp, to sneak off to the place where she had been told by Batcry that Blackwolf had been killed. Murdered by an evil TreeClan warrior. She wanted to see. She threw a brief glance at her littermates, her own golden eyes gleaming with sly intent. While Batcry was busy demonstrating a battle move he once used on a rogue intruder, Bramblekit crept off towards the main clearing. The sun dazzled her as she eased out of the elder’s den, afraid that the dry grass would crackle under her paws and give her away. Her heart raced as she dashed across the camp towards the entrance, her grin growing wide as she imagined how fun it would be to get out of this stuffy camp and see something interesting. But before she could even get close to the entrance, a paw stood on her tail. She bumped her chin off the dry, cracked ground as she fell. “H-hey!” Bramblekit stammered, turning a small indignant glare on the cat that halted her. “I was only going to make dirt!” you got that last dance look in your eyes WORDs: 376 / tags: Ghost the Undead Goddess

[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Graywolf

NightClan She-Cat 24 Moons

A petite gray paw was quick to weigh down the tail of the splotched kit attempting to make her way through the entrance of Nightclan camp's singular opening. The defiance within the young she-cat's surprised and startled statement was fairly amusing to the young warrioress.

Bramblekit was met with mischievous, glittering pool of green. The residential troublemaker of Nightclan had an amused smirk upon her maw as she looked over the kit for a moment before sending her gaze once behind her and once in front of her before releasing Bramblekit's captured tail.

"That story wont fool anyone." Graywolf's tone was a silky purr as she flicked an ear and padded forwards, using her feathered tail to invite the younger she-cat join her.

The young Nightclanner had been looking for ways to cause trouble all night last night, and she had come up empty pawed and rather bored by the time the sun had begun to rise over the ridges of the mountains. The sight of Bramblekit attempting to sneak out had amused her.

It reminded the gray feline of when she had been a young kit, attempting her hardest to sneak out or follow warriors as they left on patrols. Being stuck in the camp or even the nursery was never fun, especially for growing minds and restless paws. 

Graywolf led Bramblekit out of the tunnel that opened to the bright world and pine trees around them. The gray she-cat was pleased to see that Hollystorm wasn't on guard duty. Though she loved her very much, Graywolf was sure her aunt would have demanded the kit be returned to her mother. 

She didn't tell anyone she was taking Bramblekit out of camp, let alone her mother Thornscar. But that was part of the fun! Darkstar's sister couldn't get too upset, especially since her kit was safe. It could have been much worse if the slender feline had just left Bramblekit to her own.

Coyoteheart was the cat on duty for the moment, another familiar relative of the young warrioress accompanying the kit. Green pools, hidden of any intentions or troublemaking, glanced at her uncle as she gave a purr. "Bramblekit wanted to stretch her legs a bit." Of course, her feathered tail flickered out to bar the splotched she-cat from dashing past her into the waiting forests of Nightclan Territory.

"Be back shortly!" Graywolf purred, affectionately flickering her uncle's shoulder with her tail before turning and leading Bramblekit away. She purposefully didn't mention anything to Coyoteheart about not informing a single soul of her taking a three moon old kit on an adventure.

It'd be fine!

She waited until Coyoteheart was out of range to hear either cat before she once again turned her attention to the young kitten beside her. "Aren't you glad I stopped you, now you get to see the forest before your littermates." That smirk remained present upon her gray maw but her expression was friendly, aside from the ever present light of mischief. 

"So, Bramblekit, what would you like to do first." Whiskers wriggled in amusement as she watched the expression on the younger she-cat's face. Obviously the warrior wouldn't take the kitten too far, as she was young and the world was dangerous, but that didn't mean Bramblekit didn't get to have some excitement within her routine life.

I'm Trouble, Y'all

564 Words || ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 Fawn @poptart (Holly and Coyote mentions)|| Notes

[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

you're on fire Bramblekit tugged her small, skinny tail free of Greywolf's silver paw, her golden eyes still indignant as though she had been greatly wronged as she went about her innocent business. Had she been faced with Thornscar rather than Greywolf, as she had expected, she would not have been quite so defiant. "I was." She mumbled, plonking her rump down on the smooth dirt, not exactly making eye contact with the NightClan warrior. She could sense that Greywolf wasn't all too convinced by her little story. When she finally mustered the courage to lift her eyes up to the face of the warrioress, she was greeted with a look of amusement. There was a scheming glint to Greywolf's eyes. "That story won't fool anyone." Her captor mused, ushering Bramblekit forward with a flick of her whispy tail. Feeling a flush creep across her snout, Bramblekit didn't know what else to do other than stand. She was convinced she was about to be marched before Darkstar for a scolding. What if her apprenticeship was delayed for attempting something so stupid? A trickle of nervousness filled her golden eyes as she followed Greywolf on uncertain paws. When they instead began to pad in the direction of the tunnel that Bramblekit had originally planned to charge out of, she was bewildered. She glanced behind her shoulder, her eyes scanning the camp for the watchful gaze of her own mother, Thornscar. But Thornscar must have been preoccupied elsewhere, because the tortoiseshell she-cat was nowhere to be seen. Toddling after Greywolf, still half-certain that she was about to get clouted over the ears or fed to slugs, Bramblekit realized fairly quickly that her fool-proof escape plan wasn't exactly fool-proof. Coyoteheart was posted at the den entrance, and definitely wouldn't have allowed her past without an escort. "Bramblekit wanted to stretch her legs for a bit." Greywolf explained, an amused note to her purring voice. Bramblekit was startled by the turn of events, and a knot of excitement formed in her stomach. She was going outside, after all! Her paws itched to carry her out into the unknown, the world that seemed so distant and mysterious and fantastical to such a young kit. She trembled, not with fear but with genuine anticipation. It was so hard to resist just shoving past Greywolf and pouring herself out into the woods. "Be back shortly!" Greywolf barely gave Coyoteheart the chance to reply before she was padding out of the tunnel, her tail flowing behind her like a cloud. Bramblekit squeaked a pitched "Goodbye!" to Coyoteheart before charging after Greywolf, nearly tripping on clumsy feet. A few moments of silence passed before Greywolf spoke again. Bramblekit raised her head to meet the kind gaze of the older cat, her whiskers twitching with exhilaration. In the three moons that Bramblekit had been alive, this was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. That time a crow's feather drifted idly into camp for her siblings to play with paled in comparison with this adventure. "Aren't you glad I stopped you, now that you get to see the forest before your littermates?" Greywolf grinned, and in that moment Bramblekit felt a surge of admiration for the sparky NightClan warrior. She's so cool. She thought, an uncertain and shy smile drifting across her face. "Yes!" She exclaimed, performing a little skip for her newfound hero. "Breezekit and Hollowkit are going to be so jealous!" She purred. When they finally emerged from the tunnel and out into the outside world for the first time, Bramblekit sucked in a huge gulp of air in amazement. The pine trees towered above her, so tall that they seemed to brush the sky. She craned her neck to try and see their swaying tips, but was too small to make them out through the bobbing boughs. The sun dappled down through some cracks in the pine needles, but mostly the ground was shaded from the most relentless of the warmth. Bramblekit was speechless as she directed a glance towards Greywolf, tail twirling with joy and excitement. "So, Bramblekit. What would you like to do first?" Greywolf asked, and it was the biggest question she'd ever been asked. Bramblekit felt a wild rush of indecision. Her original plan was to find the place where Blackwolf died. But she had no idea which direction that was from where she stood, and she wasn't sure if Greywolf would be offended by the question or not. So instead... "Can we go see Ambush Pond?" She pleaded, eyes round and innocent. The same look she gave Thornscar when asking for the biggest toad on the fresh-kill pile. you got that last dance look in your eyes WORDs: 776 / tags: Ghost the Undead Goddess

[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Graywolf

NightClan She-Cat 24 Moons

The gray feline couldn't help the rise of amusement within her green orbs as she watched the young she-kit next to her. From the excited look within her gaze, to the way her splotched fur stood with excitement, Bramblekit was having the time of her little life.

Ah, sibling rivalry.

It was a healthy part of Nightclan life, as well as encouraged by both parents and mentors. Graywolf had two siblings, Crowflame and Ghostshadow, and throughout their life she had always tried to be the best, or the fastest, or the strongest. Something must have worked correctly under her tutelage of Darkstar, because she earned her warrior name before her sister and brother.

It had been a proud moment for her, not only receiving her name, but also earning the name of her grandfather, Blackwolf.

That smirk still ever present upon the warrioress' maw, Graywolf could already picture young Bramblekit boasting back in the nursery to Hollowkit and Breezekit. While she didn't know the kits that well, even within the small moments they had spent together, the gray feline could already tell she'd probably get along swimmingly with the young, splotched kit.

Especially when it came to her question about the Ambush Pond.

Tilting her head to the side, Graywolf let those mischief filled green pools glance around for a moment. It was as if she were trying to think, or at least she gave that illusion. Her mind had already been made the second Bramblekit had asked her.

"The Ambush Pond?" Graywolf's tone was still just a silky as before, liquid green finally rolling back around to land on Bramblekit's smaller stature. Apprentices loved to go there after spending moons listening to stories about it, and during her training with Darkstar, it had been one of the first places she had been taken. 

It wasn't too far away from the camp, and the young warrior was sure it was fine to let Bramblekit have a quick look while stretching her little legs. If it wasn't fine, then Graywolf really didn't care. She'd still do it anyways. 

Flickering that feathered tail of hers over Bramblekit's back, Graywolf started forwards. "Stay by me then, I'd hate to bring you back because you fell into it." It wasn't a warning, or a demand, simply a statement. She would explain more once they got there, as it was more fun to show the Ambush Pond than speak of it. "Wouldn't want to cut your adventure short, now would we?"

That smirk upon her maw only grew as petite paws led the way through the pine trees towards where the darkness of the Ambush Pond waited. It didn't take very long, and throughout their walk, Graywolf kept a green orb on the kit near her.

While she herself was still immature and loved to find ways to cause mayhem, the gray she-cat was well aware it was her duty to keep Bramblekit safe. Even with a well bodied warrior, life within the valley could be dangerous. A swooping bird, or a surprising fox, even the Ambush Pond that was used for defenses against other clans, could be deadly to an unsuspecting three moon old. 

"Ah, wait." Quick as lightning that feathered tail of Graywolf shot out to bar Bramblekit from venturing further. Shimmering green pools stared at a slick black surface where a tree grew at the center. It looked almost like dried mud, except when Graywolf gave a side eye, said "Look," and quickly dabbed her paw out to touch the ground.

Except it wasn't really the ground.

Within a second rippled broke the surface, proving that the ground had really been water. It had been the same thing Darkstar had shown her, so many moons ago after she received her 'paw name. Graywolf patted the surface again, creating more ripples than the last time, amused with how inky the pond was.

"Other clans don't know about this line of defense. It will suck a cat in, quick as lightning!" Exaggeration? Perhaps, but Graywolf wasn't one to tell the full truth, and besides it was always more fun to make things grander than they actually were. 

I'm Trouble, Y'all

702 Words || ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 || Notes

[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

you're on fire It was as though Batcry's descriptions of the world beyond the camp wall had solidified into flesh and bone, bending into reality and stretching out before her in such stark colours and scents that it made her head spin. Having been born sandwiched between bloodshed and hostility, even Bramblekit understood why warriors kept solemnly shaking their heads each time she asked to go outside. Her eyes gleamed with delight as she watched a frog leap past, springing into the air on long green legs and landing with a shrill croak. She had never seen prey alive before, and it was weird watching things that she ate moving and breathing and making sounds! She grinned, dropping down into a crouch to chase after the frog. But by the time her golden eyes were seeking it out, it had been lost among the greens and browns of the marshy forest. "Aw." She muttered her disappointment, completely unaware that she never would have been able to catch it anyway. She flicked an ear at a mysterious crunching noise to her left, casting a nervous look towards the silver warrior. When Greywolf didn't look phased or frightened, she relaxed. She was with a NightClan warrior! NightClan warriors weren't afraid of anything. There were so many smells she couldn't quite place, cats and prey and trees and rain and mud and so many other aromas that were so sweet but so overpowering at the same time. Having asked the question about the pond, Bramblekit was suddenly dying to see it. It hadn't been her original plan, but now every hair on her pelt itched to even get a glimpse of it. When Greywolf looked uncertain, her green eyes thoughtful, Bramblekit was almost certain she'd stretched the warrior's patience too far. She prepared herself to hear the dooming words. I'm afraid not. She'd say. Or Maybe another time. Maybe It's too dangerous. But when Greywolf opened her mouth to speak, there was something else swimming in her eyes, and it wasn't hesitation. "The Ambush Pond?" Her voice was soft as a purr. "Stay by me then, I'd hate to bring you back because you fell into it." Delight exploded across Bramblekit's face, and she immediately fell into step just behind the feathery tail of her newfound idol. "Wouldn't want to cut your adventure short, now would we?" Bramblekit nodded vigorously, intent on every step her small paws took. "Hollowkit would laugh at me if I came back all muddy..." Bramblekit agreed, still too young to comprehend that being a bit muddy was the least of her worries if she fell into the pond. Even the short walk to the pond felt like a grand quest to the small kit. A lizard scooted up onto a rock nearby, and when the mottled kit noticed it she let out a squeak of delight. The reptile, startled by the sound and the sudden appearance of the felines, skittered out of view in a flash. For a moment, she thought a looming bush was a fox. Though the dark branches bore no resemblance to the slender-snouted creature, Bramblekit didn't really know what a fox actually looked like. She knew only that they were quick and deadly. Once fox scent had been discovered a few tail-lengths from camp, and Thornscar had been particularly protective of them for a few days while the warriors made certain it had left the territory. To Bramblekit, it had all been a big game, and she had taken to pretending to be a "fox" to spook her littermates. Bramblekit didn't understand that a fox could actually give them a short trip to StarClan, she saw it only as the monster under their nests. A villain from one of Batcry's stories. "Ah, wait." The warning came abruptly and unexpectedly, and Bramblekit found herself stumbling into the feathery barrier of Greywolf's tail. Bramblekit stared ahead in confusion. She had no idea why she had been stopped, but at least had enough sense not to push past the warrior's tail. "What is it?" Bramblekit meowed, looking around her for any sign of trouble. "Are we here? Where's the pond?" She met those knowing green eyes in bewilderment. "Look." Greywolf whispered, and reached her paw to the dark ground in front of them. Then the ground moved the way no ground should move, rippling and bouncing in response to Greywolf's touch. Bramblekit bristled in surprise, eyes wide as two full moons. "Woah!" She gasped. "It's like a big puddle!" Moving forward cautiously, Bramblekit dabbed a small paw on the surface, still amazed at the way the surface genuinely looked like mud until ripples danced across its surface. "Other clans don't know about this line of defense. It will suck a cat in, quick as lightning!" Greywolf explained, and Bramblekit now looked at the pool of water with a little more than amazement. There was a mixture of fear and awe in there, too. This water wasn't just a puddle, it was like... like a trap for NightClan's enemies. She looked across at the tree in the middle, the way its trunk and roots vanished under the black surface and into the shadows. "Has anyone ever fallen in?" She asked, imagining a cat sucked down into the inky depths, unable to surface. She imagined some sort of monster waiting down there at the bottom, with fierce, hungry eyes. She edged away from the water slightly, attempting to hide her sudden vertigo by instead shaking out her paw to dry it. you got that last dance look in your eyes WORDs: 919 / tags: Ghost the Undead Goddess

[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Graywolf

NightClan She-Cat 24 Moons

The gray feline stood there, watching closely as the splotched kit accompanying her examined the newly discovered Ambush Pond. It was amusing watching so many different expression scroll across her bewildered face, even her final question brought a wriggle through her whiskers as she tried not to laugh.

The gray feline didn't get to experience the pond or the forest before her sixth moon, though that didn't stop her from trying to escape the camp before then. She had heard stories of both Darkstar and Hollystorm venturing out past the cavern walls while they still held their -kit names. 

So of course, the pure troublemaker had to try to do the same.

"I actually have a story about that." Well, it wasn't necessarily about the Ambush Pond, but it wouldn't hurt to exaggerate an old story to a kit. And besides, Bramblekit would learn someday how to maneuver around it and the worry of being sucked in would eventually vanish like dew in the morning. 

Lowering herself down her her belly, her front paws just barely inches from the inky dark water in front of the pair, Graywolf flickered her tail to have Bramblekit join her. "My aunt, Hollystorm, managed to sneak out when she was a kit." She started in a soft voice, similar to how elders told suspenseful stories to young kits in an attempt to excite them. 

Truth be told, Blackwolf had told her this story. The memory of her tiny gray form sitting at his graying paws stung her heart ever so slightly. Instead of pain though, a small smile lifted her face as she remembered it the way he told it. 

"She managed to prove she was as stubborn as any Nightclanner, but she didn't know anything about the territory. So while running free she got stuck in the pond." Graywolf's tone dropped lower, her green orbs fixed upon Bramblekit as she retold the story. "She was sinking faster and fast, the mud dragging her underneath and then at the last second...."

Graywolf suddenly leaped her her paws, though aware of her placement near the ambush pond backed away as she quickly but gently grabbed the young kit's scruff and playfully swung her away from it, "Blackwolf appeared out of nowhere and saved her!" Her ending was muffled by fur but her green pools were glittering with amusement as she sat down Bramblekit softly.

I'm Trouble, Y'all

408 Words || ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 Fawn (Blackwolf and Hollystorm)|| Notes

[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

you're on fire She listened carefully to the distant sounds of the marshes, her ears perking at every croak and rustle. She was intrigued by every new thing that slipped into view, and since this was her first time out, everything was new! Her eyes caught the tiniest ripple of movement on the surface of the ambush pond, and she glanced towards it to see little water boatmen zipping along on the surface. She had an intense urge to try and catch them but didn't want to risk falling. Instead, she just watched them drift about until Greywolf interrupted her. "I actually have a story about that." She meowed, and Bramblekit turned her eyes upward towards the warrior with great curiosity. Greywolf lowered herself down, settling onto her belly, her front paws just barely tipping the edge of the water. Bramblekit trotted closer, careful to maintain her balance at the edge of the pool. Her eyes were two wide, yellow moons. "My aunt, Hollystorm, managed to sneak out when she was a kit." Bramblekit was surprised. "Really? Like, she actually got out?" Having already attempted the same, Bramblekit knew how difficult a feat that was. "She managed to prove she was as stubborn as any Nightclanner, but she didn't know anything about the territory. So while running free she got stuck in the pond." The little point brown kitten felt her jaw go slack, and though she already knew that Hollystorm must have been okay since she was alive and well today, she couldn't stop her heart from thumping behind her ribs. "She was sinking faster and faster, the mud dragging her underneath and then at the last second...." Bramblekit leaned forward, her pulse racing, picturing a smaller version of Hollystorm, her black fur blending with the obsidian darkness of the Ambush pond. Greywolf's sudden leap completely took Bramblekit by surprise, and she let out a squeak of alarm and nearly tipped over into the pond herself. She felt teeth meet in her scruff and swing her away from the water, her tail only just brushing the surface of it. "Blackwolf appeared out of nowhere and saved her!" Greywolf finished, speaking through a mouthful of Bramblekit's scruff. Indignant, Bramblekit kicked at Greywolf with tiny, soft paws. "Greywolf! Put me down!" She protested, pouting. "I wasn't scared." She added defensively. you got that last dance look in your eyes WORDs: 386 / tags: Ghost the Undead Goddess

[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Graywolf

NightClan She-Cat 24 Moons

Whiskers twitched in amusement as the gray feline placed the splotched kit back down on solid ground. Her feathered tail waved over her back in a relaxed fashion, not even giving the Ambush Pond another thought as those green pools focused on the smaller she-cat near her paws. 

While the older she-cat's intentions weren't to frighten her clanmate, she did try to make the story a bit dramatic. Those emerald pools flickered with gentle mischief as the gray feline remembered the feeling of being fearless and invincible when she was around Bramblekit's age. 

Although, Graywolf was probably still fearless. Nightclanner were raised with the belief of being strong, ferocious and unafraid of anything around them. The same red liquid ran through her veins as did all the greats of Blackwolf, Ghostlight, Hollowcry and Ravenstar. 

Nightclan Blood. 

Lowering her head, those brilliant green eyes met Bramblekit's gaze as that smirk curled across the muzzle of the warrioress. "Good, you shouldn't be scared. You are a Nightclan cat." Her tone silky as ever as she flickered that feathered tail of hers over her back over more. 

Pink tongue flashing out to quickly run between Bramblekit's ears, Graywolf lifted her head as a purr rumbled from her throat. "Come on kid, let's get you back before your mom sends out a search party." Her tone was good natured as she turned to lead the way back towards their cavernous camp. 

Despite her lack of care towards the rules, she didn't really feel like dealing with an irritated Thornscar. No harm had come to her splotched kitten, as Graywolf kept a good eye on her. She rather liked the youngster, it would be fun to watch how she grew into a warrior Nightclan would be proud of. 

I'm Trouble, Y'all

302 Words || ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 || Notes

[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

you got that last dance look in your eyes

BrAmBlEKiT

nightclan she-cat 3 moons

Bramblekit could see the amusement in Greywolf's eyes, the way she waved her tail casually and without remorse. The brown point she-kit didn't want to appear startled in front of the grey warrior, and she puffed up her chest in a terrible attempt to look as courageous as she imagined the legendary warriors of NightClan always looked. Confident, ready for anything. Definitely not afraid of some stupid pond! She glanced nervously at the rippling water, ear twitching. Only bad cats drown in there. She reminded herself, golden eyes round. The pond is here to protect us so no cat can ever sneak up on us!

She grinned sheepishly up at Greywolf, her tiny white fangs glinting in the sunlight. Greywolf bent her head, a smirk that spelled trouble still playing on her lips. "Good." The warrioress replied firmly. "You shouldn't be scared. You are a NightClan cat." Those words sent a shiver down Bramblekit's spine, one that chased away any trace of fear she previously felt. She dug her small claws into the dirt underneath her, a glow of pride in her round eyes as she nodded firmly. "I'm a NightClan cat." She repeated, her tiny voice like the squeak of a startled mouse. "And NightClan cats aren't afraid of anything!" She looked more sure of herself now, and though she was still a small kit with a twig-like tail, she seemed to stand a little taller.

Greywolf licked her affectionately right between her two fluffy ears, and Bramblekit swiped her paw indignantly over her head to dry the wet patch she left behind. "Hey!" She protested, in that typical whiny way that kits did. "Come on kid, let's get you back before your mom sends out a search party." The warrior purred, sounding half as though she would love to witness such a thing happening. Bramblekit's smile sank with disappointment. "Aw! Can't we stay just a little while? Please? I'm not even sleep-" She interrupted herself with a wide yawn. "I'm not even sleepy." But Greywolf would not be swayed. Bramblekit trudged reluctantly after her, growing sulkier with every step. But her mood lifted a little when she imagined telling Hollowkit and Breezekit about her little adventure as soon as she got back to the cavern. 

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