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[pigeonpaw]

While in his slumber, Pigeonkit had managed to form a dream. But it wasn't as impossible as the other dreams the other felines had, no; It was something that would happen. So the great possiblility of the dream drawed him closer, making his body in reality snuggle deeper into the fresh moss bed that he had now occupied. Pigeonkit had no idea if nest belonged to someone else, but since there were probably just five kit--Including himself-- thrived in the Nursery, he never gave that question some thought. And somehow, the small gray scrap of fur knew that they would stare at him. Because what else was to be expected? He was weird, wasn't he? Or was he sane and you were weird? Now, onto the dream;

He stood up tall and proud as they cheered his warrior name. And by 'he' I mean Frostwing. Where was Pigeonkit? He wasn't there, Frostwing was annointed a warrior before Pigeonkit's birth. But he did know about the gray warrior's ceremony after he was able to hear and see. The sun was out and it beamed against all the colorful pelts in the camp clearing. The bluejays chirped happily while some magpies flew across the blue sky. Not a single cloud was in sight. It must've been green-leaf then, because now the weather was chilly and it rained most of the time. The place shifted into a green forest, which also appeared to remain in the hot-season green-leaf. This time, Pigeonkit was there. But his name was Pigeonpaw, and infront of him lied a freshly killed robin.

Here he lied, carrying on his wonderful dream. But of course, it will not last. Because sooner or later, another cat would wake him. Or he would wake himself. Either way, he can't live a dream.

[Tigerkit]

i woke up and then looked at peigonkit curled up tighter. i thought he was cold so i padded over and curled up beside of him. i cared for everyone, including kits who were different. everyone was different in their own way right? right. so there i was trying to help piegonkit warm up.

[pigeonpaw]

His beautiful dream slowly and sadly started to dissolve into a pitch black; The unreadable darkness that would fall across the forest and midnight in the season of leaf-bare, when most of the day was dark and cloudy. For a quiet moment, Pigeonkit stayed asleep. But soon, the uncomfortable feeling that something other then the nest was touching his gray fur, making it prickle with unease. The kit revealed his handsome blue eyes to see a bundle of brown fur lie beside him. It took him awhile before he noticed it was the kit playing with Fernpelt. A confused facial expression plastered onto his face, "What is she doing?" Pigeonkit thought with a weird feeling being beside her, it make him feel warm yet uncomfortable. He never knew that kits would do that, ever. He could sense that Tigerkit was awake and didn't need his support to sleep. His stone-gray head rised from the moss while his blue eyes showed curiousity and wonder. "Excuse me," Pigeonkit mewed softly, getting up from the nest.

His tail flickered twice as he sat infront of Tigerkit, who appeared ready for apprenticeship. "What were you doing?" Pigeonkit asked with a small amount of annoyance in his silky voice. It never occured to him that the others kits would lie next to him, much less care. So why was she? Maybe she was different, too. Then again, most weren't. To him, it didn't matter about what he looked like or his name,--which by the way, has a nice ring to it.--Because he was already weird and different in many ways. And what was most odd, he liked his weird self. Most cats try to blend in the crowd and never try to be different from the others. Very little felines dared to be unique and interesting. But Pigeonkit was very bold and creative. Which would come to him advantage one day.

[Camelliakit]

She heard Fernpelt mewling in defeat then I cheered with Tigerkit."Alright we defeated her!Yahoo!".

[Tigerkit]

i sat up and looked at him "i thought you were cold so i tried to warm you up. but it seems like it was something else that was bothering you... whats wrong?"