In the shelter of the sky [c]

She knew for a fact that her father was out on a patrol. In fact, she had woken up early enough to hear his name called out from the Willow Branch, and had seen him nod dutifully. Even though she couldn't quite remember just who it was that had called his name, she had known her father was busy, nonetheless. Then, some time later, it had been her mother's name to be called, too. Which meant that Loonkit would be left to her own instincts to survive within the confines of camp. Surely, that was a task she could achieve! A little song hummed from the kit as she moved around the camp, her steps carrying the same swiftness that hailed from her mother. Her tail only seemed to be growing more feathery with each passing day, and it stood straight up in the leaf-fall air as she sought out the company of another clanmate for the day.

Fluffed, silver fur managed to catch the kit's attention somewhere near camp. Part of her swore it belonged to that of one of the queen's from how fluffy it was, minimal signs of the forest beyond upon it that told Loonkit that it was one of the warriors who were much too busy to be bothered. So, with a confidence that had been instilled in her from her father, she happily walked right up...

And nestled herself right up against the older cat's side, her head practically nestled against the soft fur of their chest like a pillow. "Hi, is it okay if I be your friend?" She asked, her yellow-green eyes looking right up into the blue of the cat she'd chosen to seek company from.