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Rookkit poked his head out the nursery, glancing around with a half-lidded gaze and no smile. And of course, this was just an expression to prove that he was tired. If he had his way, he'd still be curled up in his nest beside his mother in the nursery, sleeping peacefully and silently.
Well, maybe with a couple of snores here and there...
However, his mother had forced him to wake up and go outside and play. In her words, Rookkit quoted, 'Meet new opportunities.'
Opportunities meaning friends in this situation. How could one make friends at all if the first impression was a tired little kit who was on a non-stop sleep, eat, repeat cycle.
Rookkit's small black paws were practically struggling to hold up his body weight as he stumbled out of the nursery, plopping down outside of it with a now bored expression. The truth was, Rookkit did want to meet new kits his age, maybe even an apprentice, and if he really was lucky, a full-grown warrior. If he ever had the chance, then he could talk for a while. Maybe his more social personality was hidden by his non-stop sleep, eat, repeat cycle.

There were kits out in the camp, and his yellow-green eyes looked at each and every one of them with longing sparkling in them. He stepped a couple of mouse-lengths away from the nursery, before pausing to look around again. It was a new adventure in a new world for a new kit.

Falconkit slipped on a muddy patch and scared the butterfly he had been watching. With a noise of unhappiness he looked at his muddied fur. He watched the colorful bug fly off and the skinny kit quickly tried following it. However, he spotted Rookkit. With a clumsy stop and an awkward pose he tried once again to try and make friends like Rockthorn had said to do. "I haven't seen you around before.. w-what's your name?" He meowed sheepishly. Mud and some water clung to his pelt and whiskers as if he had been playing but, his introverted nature would explain quite the opposite. The kit's bleak yellow eyes flashed a tiny bit of pleading, as if asking the very forest for him to not make a mistake. Especially in front of a clan cat!

Rookkit's small black paws shuffled awkwardly on the dusty ground, and he blinked a couple of times. At the moment, his paws seemed to be the most interesting thing to stare at and waste time. His streak of nobody speaking to him was starting to get longer and longer, until the silence of his little spot, alone, outside of the nursery, was interrupted when he heard the timid voice of another kit. In fact, it had almost startled him, even though the voice hadn't been that loud. Rookkit silently lifted his head to look at the kit, his yellow-green eyes meeting the gaze of Falconkit's. He lifted his small black ears to signify that he was listening in to what this kit had to say, and even though it wasn't much, at least it gave Rookkit the chance to talk to someone besides his mother. His response started quietly but then the volume of it began to rise slowly. See? He could be social when he had the chance. Maybe this could be a friend of his sooner or later.
"Yeah...I don't really leave the nursery a lot. In fact, this is my first time. My name's Rookkit. What's yours?"