At the edge of the nursery (o)

Rabbitkit did not travel outside very often. For one, kits were supposed to stay in the nursery, especially with recent events between the clans. She noticed how some cats limped and smelled of old blood as they went through camp. And another reason she rarely left was because she never felt inclined to do so. Except for today. Despite the heavy cloud that hung over camp, she couldn't help but be a little happy. It hadn't snowed as much, and the season was very slowly crawling into warmer moons. The smallest little bits of green were peeking through dead patches of grass. But her mother had said it would take a bit longer for more to show. She just wanted to see the flowers bloom, remembering when she'd first seen some in the last moons of Greenleaf, being so young then.

She couldn't wait to become an apprentice. She just wished she wasn't so afraid of the process.

But for now, she kept near the entrance of the nursery, the evening air quiet and a little dreary as she eyed each cat padding by.

Rabbitkit startled briefly at the sound of the new voice behind her, her hackles raised and fur fluffing out before she calmed at the sight of the young tom approaching from behind. She'd seen him around before, playing with the other kits in the nursery in "battles" she refused to partake in. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, unsure of what to say without sounding funny. She hunched in on herself as usual, bushy tail curling over her paws as she half-turned her body to face the kit.

"Hello..." She trailed, almost bolting straight out of the den in the face of this interaction. "Um...well, no. Maybe. I don't know." The kit mumbled, brown eyes sliding back out towards the scenery with a wary look. The air had been heavy ever since...the fighting. She didn't like it one bit.

"It feels weird around camp now." She frowned, pelt rippling with unease. "....Are you?" She questioned Blazekit, wondering how often he traveled outside—if he even did in the first place.

Gossamer threadings of idle conversation hung heavily between the delicate sensibilities of Hawkkit's knowings; a silvery little flicker of interest taking shape at the not-entirely-too-routine discussion floating just by in the shared limits of the space. Anything that wasn't wrought with the... tension of the current happenings was a welcome reprieve for the little tom, an outlet eager to be bared down upon. It took a few menial heartbeats for the scruffy young tom to scuttle up after Rabbitkit and Blazekit, vaguely familiar enough to warrant an approach, regardless of the potential awkwardness.

"Hey!" Hawkkit mewed, reddened and sun-kissed coat as unkempt as his gangling arrival at the side of his casually lingering denmates, "are you guys going out?"

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Rabbitkit's pelt rippled at Blazekit's contact, face twitching a little with unease before she gave him a strained smile and looked down at the nursery ground.

"It's alright..." She mumbled to Blazekit, paws shifting her weight around. She wished she wasn't as...socially inept. Maybe if she spoke more she wouldn't be so conversationally useless. The arrival of yet another kit made her ears fold downwards briefly, her brown eyes squinting with her usual air of apprehension. 

She opened her mouth to speak, looking briefly to Blazekit for help before giving up and shrugging, her bushy tail nervously flicking in the dirt before she remembered herself and folded it neatly back over her paws. She tried again, clearing her suddenly clogged throat and speaking lowly.

"Hello...um, we're thinking about it. But, I don't know if we'd get in trouble or not..." Rabbitkit mewed to Hawkkit, nostrils flaring as the wind picked up and gently blew across their fur. But unfortunately, to Rabbitkit's slight horror, another cat approached the three of them and an older one at that. Her nerves seemed to flare, her body hunching down further as the older she-cat dropped a bundle of moss near their paws. This time, Rabbitkit said nothing, waiting for the others to speak first as it seemed her mouth had sealed itself shut.

Weight perilously shifting between the untried expanses of his short little limbs, Hawkkit was quick to drop to his haunches beside Blazekit- the curious, reassurance-seeking question posed by his denmate evidently too much for his little being to handle both the strain of thinking and action for an extended amount of time. Youthful, scruffy face shaded with the beginnings of a I-am-thinking-very-hard frown, his honeyed gaze easily portrayed a mirrored image of the slow-going happenings within the camp. "Totally," Hawkkit reassured Blazekit and Rabbitkit after a limited heartbeat of silence, "plenty of times!"

Little head cocking to the side at the interruption of Honeydew, the Deputy's scent was vaguely familiar whereas her appearance was quite alien, the wild-furred tom's youth-soft features knit together in an impressive display of thoughtfulness. Feathered tail kinking high above the delicate arch of his spine, Hawkkit was quick to spring into action at the enticing offering of freshly tossed moss, the hesitation of his counterparts immediately forgotten. Sure, he may or may not have been lying about how many times he had left the nursery before, but now was the perfect opportunity to get out!

"'m Hawkkit!" The young tom proudly proclaimed, dark little face newly-adorned with soft wisps of moss as he pranced around Honeydew's paws.