The size of a kit the heart of a warrior (c)

Lichenkit smiled, staring up at the moon, casting the usual glimmer across the trees. It definitely was an unusual time she was born, only recently, with no parents to take care of herself. But she was still a cat, and like the rest, she had to pad towards wherever they were going. She may have only been born recently, but she learned to be obedient and follow the code, always looking up to the apprentices and warriors. Maybe one day she'd be as strong and fierce as them. As a kit, Lichenkit barely knew her way around the camp, now in territory unfamiliar to the strongest of warriors. She just had to keep her head high and wait for the destiny StarClan revealed for the clan. If StarClan cared for the clans, why would they let this happen, she pondered. Her fur dirty and messy from countless days of not washing it, why should she care about StarClan, she thought, she was too young to even think of it. She straightened her shoulders and followed around near the rest of the ten warriors, nodding at them.

Sorry for the delay on this, holidays have me busy! Also sorry for the short post and no color text. Am on mobile -_- )

Even during this time of uncertainty, it did not stop swiftheart from being very very joyful and optimistic.  Sure, she missed home and wondered where they were going but she was overall looking at this challenge as if it was an adventure.  The white furred warrior noticed lichenkit and decided to keep a close watch over the kit for the journey seeing as how they had no parents.  Going over to the kit she gave a friendly purr and flick of her tail in her friendly classic greeting.  “You are a great traveler! Keeping up with everyone, you know that?” She purred happily humming a bit.  She glanced a bit at the kit and noticed their pelt needed some attention which maybe she could get to in a bit once they was more comfortable around her since she was new and all

Her thoughts of StarClan were stopped promptly by Swiftheart. She neared towards her, comforted by the presence. "Thank you!" she mewled abruptly, stopping to greet Swiftheart and licking her flank. Then she turned to her own pelt, frowning and trying to quickly wash it. "I can't wait to become an apprentice..." she meowed, trying to seem more cheerful like Swiftheart. Noticing Swiftheart humming and smiling, she thought, She was so optimistic, whereas Lichenkit was more obedient and kinder. She wouldn't turn down company though, and she didn't have much friends either, so Swiftheart was really all she had. It was fun spending time with her too. She looked into the depths of the forest. It was dark with no sunlight; she could barely see her own two paws. She looked ahead, turning her head back to Swiftheart. "Though I want to go back to ShadowClan too..." she added.