Foundling

Marshpaw padded out of the Apprentice's den. She noticed a lot of cats at the entrance of camp again and her tail flicked.

This felt familiar...

And when she went closer and noticed Frostgaze there, with yet another kit being yelled at by Burningwing she almost had to scratch herself to check she wasn't dreaming about a memory. She padded closer. "Another kit?" She murmured aloud. She was more curious than upset. "Interesting little thing, huh." She stared at it.

Marshpaw didn't hate kits, they just seemed like pawfuls. Rogues were still dangerous, but this kit didn't smell much like those gross fleabags, although it seemed like a very young kit, so maybe the scent hadn't developed yet. "You smell like birds, but that might be my noise tricking me." She commented, not to be mean or anything.

The kit seemed desperate for a friend. So Marshpaw would be a 'friend'.