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Oh, how youth brought with it a blissful ignorance to tragedy. Shadowclan had just survived a flood and leadership change, and yet, there would now be generations that had no recollection of it all. Lives would exist on the very end of it happening, in which the memories were faded, but the soul knew the reaction to mentionings of the event. Such an example resided within the safety of the nursery, a work-in-progress of reconstruction. The basics required for protecting some of the Clan's most vulnerable members had been completed, but there was still much more work to be done. It wasn't something that the tiny life was keen or aware of by any means, but rather, it was just something that brought her curiosity. A jade-colored gaze would watch as many cats would come by, at first thought to visit, but truly there to continue to reinforce the thick brambles of her shelter.

Finally, it was time to go beyond the consistent safety the nursery held. Little did the kit feel the need to speak, but to observe everything that they could? That was what they took to doing most. While her first reaction wasn't to talk, it was certainly to learn. To chase. To hunt.

That would be the drive to bring the young Mothkit beyond the safety of what she knew. A flighted bug had made the mistake of darting into the nursery, rousing the surprisingly-pale feline from her relaxation. Her nest had been extra reinforced, given that her parents no longer existed, her mother no longer there to parent her or give her the extra warmth. But she was quite alright, and the bug in front of her would provide plenty of entertainment for the time being. Tiny, lethal claws swiped at the air as they chased after it, right out into the center of camp.

Oh, how she wanted to catch it! A joyful giggle erupted from the tiny body as she attempted to steal it from the air, the lightningbug glowing in sporadic bursts as she disturbed the air around it. The evening was much more calming to her than the sun- if anything, the brightness of day hurt her gaze much more than the nighttime did.

Crouching down low, she was quite dedicated to catching it. Her rump wiggled with unbridled excitement, recoiling and charging the energy that she would use to launch at the bug one final time, taking it down beneath her paws.

"Gotcha!"

Though Leopardsun had spent much of the rebuilding process darting from place to place, whenever she had some spare time and wasn't resting- either on her own or coerced by someone else- ShadowClan's deputy made her way to the nursery. Kits were the future of ShadowClan, and their limitless enthusiasm was something that often brought her joy when she felt at her worst. Stepping into the nursery behind Honeypaw and Forestbreeze, she waved her tail in greeting.

"Already shaping up to be a fine hunter, I see," she purred. "Nice work!"