[closed] Grand Day for an Adventure

Fallenkit smiled shyly at his brother. "I'm doing good," he mewed. "Say, um, Barleypaw... do you need me for something?"
He felt his whiskers twitching with nervousness as he gazed upon his littermate.
I wonder what he could want, Fallenkit thought, his pelt prickling.

"What? Umm, sure!" Fallenkit mewed. "I-I'd love to see the camp!" Oh, wow... play it cool. Play it cool! he thought nervously. Barleypaw... is going to show me the camp?

Fallenkit flicked his ears and nodded. "Y-Yeah!" He gazed expectantly up at his older brother.

"S-sure thing!" Fallenkit mewed. He sniffed it curiously, taking in the new unfamiliar scent. He then cautiously took a bite from it. Fallenkit's eyes lit up in surprise as he carefully swallowed it. "W-wow, that's good!" he stuttered, spitting out the feathers. He shivered at the sensation. I-It's not what I'm used to... but I like it! he thought. He took another bite, more eagerly this time. In no time at all, he had finished eating the chickadee. All that remained was a pile of feathers on the ground near the Fresh-Kill Pile. "C-Can I try something else now?" Fallenkit asked his brother, trembling with excitement.

Barleypaw watched his brother examine the fresh-kill and take a bite, nearly unable to hide his impatient excitement as he waited. Fallenkit was pleased, and quickly began to consume the rest of the chickadee. Wow, he already had the appetite of a warrior! he thought, purring with amusement as Fallenkit asked to try another piece of prey at the end of his meal.

"Maybe another time," Barleypaw mewed, "we can't go exploring if you eat too much - you'll have a bellyache for hours! We don't want that, right?" The apprentice gently flicked his little brother's ear with his tail. "Besides, you could get a taste of being a warrior apprentice right now: Would you like to come deliver some fresh-kill to the elders with me? It's one of the most honorable tasks we have!"

The sandy tom nodded to the fresh-kill pile. "Why don't you pick something out? I know they'll love whatever you bring them." Barleypaw leaned over to pick up a lean, long-bodied rabbit. His tail high, he turned and padded away across the clearing to an overhang of gorse which sheltered the elders. Barleypaw approached the elder with a deep, respectful dip of his head and sat the rabbit down, meowing, "Good morning! Amberheart's letting me show Fallenkit around the camp today. Fallenkit, why don't you show the elders what you brought them?"

((OoC: Soulwish, we will [hopefully] be interacting with a player character elder or two [I messaged their roleplayers, Ash and Ice]; you can post entering the den with Barleypaw and offering the prey, and then I'll wait a bit for them to respond. <3))

Fallenkit nodded before setting down a mouse he had selected on the floor of the Elders' Den and he then smiled shyly, tail tip twitching with both excitement and nervousness. "H-hi!"
(OoC: That's great!)

Having been drifting to sleep in his nest, the sound of excited mews outside the den made the old tom lift his head. Opening his eyes, he caught site of a kit who seemed to have brought him a gift. "Hello," Cedarfur purred, a smile on his grey muzzle. "Is this for me?" he asked, looking down at the mouse.

"Yes, it i-is!" Fallenkit stammered. "I'm Fallenkit, and I'm Barleypaw's brother. What's your name?"

"Why thank you," the elder purred. "I'm Cedarfur. Who might you be?" he asked, genuinely not knowing who the kit was. It was hard now and days to just keep up with clan life, much less the newer kits as well.

(Ooc: Ahhhh! I forgot about this topic somehow O_o)
He was a little surprised. Hadn't the elder heard him?
"I...I'm Fallenkit. It's nice to meet you, Cedarfur," he mewed, smiling awkwardly.