Mistkit, on the other hand, was simply eager to finally leave the nursery and begin their training. It was true that their mother wasn't from the clan, and she did miss her dearly, but the memories of the barn were quickly fading away - and the cats who were all here that took care of her, they were their family now, right? Well, most of them. Some cats still shot them dirty looks normally, but Mistkit tried to forget about it.
The she-kit walked with a spring in her step, glancing around and spotting cats start to emerge from their dens. She spotted Sagewhisker in the growing crowd, a bright look of pride in his eyes as he looked at her and her brother. "Aren't you excited?" She nosed her brother's cheek, purring and glancing at the Jagged Rock. She could hardly stop trembling!
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