Meeting New Faces [Crookedkit]

The air was colder than it had been in a long time, and Wolfblossom was enjoying the breeze on her fur without feeling like she was going to die from the heat and humidity. She stretched out her long legs and sighed. The leaves were slowly beginning to change colors, the greens giving way to hints of golds, and soon enough reds. A few had began to fall from their branches, and one such had fallen right in front of her. Unable to help herself, the warrior batted at the leaf for a moment with one pale forepaw before her gaze returned to the camp around her. Perhaps in a bit she'd find one of her siblings and drag them out hunting, or poke her head into the medicine den and check on Plumpaw and Fogfeather. For now though, she was content to lay where she was.

It wasn't long before she was approached, and Wolfblossom smiled softly as the kit bounded over, skidding to a stop with a small cloud of dust. "Hey there, little one," She mewed, "I'm Wolfblossom. This isn't your first time out of the nursery, is it?" By the way he'd bounded over so easily, she thought not. But then, Crookedkit could simply be as extroverted as she was, too.

Wolfblossom's whiskers twitched in amusement at Crookedkit's reply, He seemed enthusiastic about getting to meet people, that was good. Too many in Skyclan were aloof or grumpy by nature. "You'll meet everyone eventually, I'm sure. It's good to know your clanmates."

"The other clans...?" She tipped her head in thought, "Well, Shadowclan stayed with us for a couple moons while their territory was flooded due to bad storms. They're... Alright, I suppose. Different. They like to hunt at night and eat frogs and lizards. Windclan runs the moors, they're quick and wiry. Riverclan lives along the river and can catch fish." She fought to keep her ears from flattening at the memory of coming back to camp and finding her mother exiled for killing their medicine cat. Killing was wrong, yes, and Beechfang had deserved punishment, but exile had been harsh. Perhaps unnecessarily so.

"Thunderclan is probably the most like us, they hunt more mice and squirrels than we do, and the undergrowth near our border with them is much thicker than on the rest of our territory." Her father had come from them too, but at this point Wolfblossom hardly considered it. Dovefrost had died a Skyclanner regardless of blood, and she and her siblings would always be Skyclan, too. "When you're an apprentice and can attend gatherings, you'll be able to meet cats from the other clans too."

"Usually it's not," Wolfblossom responded, "There was... a lot of super heavy rain. It doesn't usually get that bad-" At least, not that Wolfblossom had ever known, but she had yet to experience all four seasons in truth "-and I doubt it'll happen again." Hopefully. "The thunderpath is... strange. And stinks. Like... seriously, stinks. Monsters run along it, and it separates our territory from Shadowclan. They stay on their side of the border, naturally."

"Five clans' worth of cats, so yeah, a lot. Real crowded, and it can get a bit overwhelming sometimes, especially at your first gathering, but the full moon is a night for peace and talking, not claws." Crookedkit didn't need to know that her first gathering had ended in a kitting, elders attacking her mother, and an unnatural hailstorm. It wasn't a regular occurrence, so why risk scaring the kit off with that horror story?

"You'll get to go to one soon enough, have patience." Crookedkit's eagerness to become an apprentice made Wolfblossom smile. "You'll have to wait until you're six moons. But if you keep out of trouble, your apprentice ceremony won't be delayed, at least." She mewed. Some of her siblings had remained in the nursery for quite some time, after all. She couldn't imagine that any kit would want to watch their siblings and friends move on to becoming an apprentice without them.

"I'm sure you'll behave." Wolfblossom mewed, whispers twitching. "My mentor was Ravenclaw. She taught me everything I know." She'd been a good mentor too, even if Wolfblossom had been... a little bratty as an apprentice. It wasn't her fault though. Why would she do exactly as Ravenclaw asked while sparring? How else was she supposed to get the upper paw on the older, more experienced she-cat? The memory made Wolfblossom smile softly. "You'll get someone just as skilled, I'm sure of it. Skyclan has the best warriors."

The kit was practically vibrating with excitement, and Wolfblossom could remember how excited she had been at that age to become a warrior, too. She'd thought she would do much more heroics than what she did, and the reality was... Not quite a letdown, but it hadn't felt all that different from being a young apprentice, either.

"Honestly? Not... It's been, well, normal, I guess. Getting my first apprentice was exciting, and watching Thornstalker earn her warrior name. But I haven't been in any big battles, aside from running off a hawk a time or two." She admitted. She wouldn't embellish or tell the kit a fanciful lie... Unlike Fogfeather, who if Blackbear was any indication, would have probably filled Crookedkit's head with filth by now.