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Post by Eternalkit on Oct 20, 2016 15:13:16 GMT -6
The moon rose steadily into the sky. Most everyone in the clan would be asleep by this time, except for one kit. He was an averaged-sized tabby tom, with light brown fur and green eyes that always seemed to twinkle with mischief and excitement. He was fascinated by anything and everything. And like most other kits, he wanted nothing more than to be the best warrior the clan had ever seen. As he watched the steady climb of the moon into the sky, the kit dreamed of his future as a warrior. He dreamed of the patrols, of the battles. He was so lost in his thoughts that if a kit came up behind him right now, he wouldn't notice.
(Yay! A failed attempt at a role play!)
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