Some Better Company?

[Brackenkit]

The small brown kitten poked his nose in, after much contemplation and hesitation, he finally decided to come in. Brackenkit had no clue if what the elders were like and he figured he ought to know if he ever wished to do good for them. He only wished to befriend them and he to know the legends of his clan. He had seen warriors go in all the time so he figured they must have some good if even the warriors saw that they were a resourceful group.
He stood in the entrance of the den, his green-yellow eyes bright with curiosity and even a twinge of doubt. How was he to go about this? Introduce himself as who he was? Did the elders even care? Oh he so hoped they did. Company older than 6 moons was rare indeed and he still had yet to meet such a cat. Brackenkit wasn't so popular in the nursery either, already making an enemy even if he didn't mean to. Standing up for what he believed in? It was worth it.
In truth, Bracken had been wishing to go to the elders for days now and today was the first leap. He stepped inside, sidestepping over to the sidelines in order to avoid getting stepped on if some warrior was as blind enough to trample him. He wouldn't be surprised either.
"Hello? Firelight?" That was the name he heard the black warrior use, so he was assuming that she was one of them. That was all he managed to hear though, after that it was just a bunch of advice and old talk that he didn't understand.
"I didn't mean to intrude," he shuffled his paws, "but I just felt that some company would be nice." He called out with a small waver. Would they come?

[Firelight]

Shuffling echoed throughout the den, and for the most part, it was dark. Firelight's eyes glittered with a yellow malice, until, that is, the kit spoke. It sounded of intelligence, intellect most of its peers did not possess. She flattened her ears, both bemused and curious, before stepping forward, a small light revealing the tip of her nose and maw.

"Yes, it is she. If you are looking for a story I have none to offer, and if you are looking for advice, it shall be poorly given. I have not slept in quite some time, so my mind isn't as clear as it could be. As for elders, there is only me. The rest," she paused, apprehensive of remembering, even fondly, her old friends, "are long gone, for they walk with CloudClan now. I am surprised to have lived this long. But yes, there is only me."

Save for the bracken knotted in the patches of fur she could not reach alone, Firelight, despite her age, looked as though she had seasons ago, in the time of her youth. Why, not even silver flecks had proceeded to overtake her charcoal and snowy fur. She was slender, with the longest legs in FireClan, she used to boast, with a plume of a tail, and semi-long fur, which seemed, at best, unkempt.

"What is it you seek?"

[Brackenkit]

A voice reverberated out to him, speaking seasons of experience, it only intrigued him further. Anything from these cats he would take, he was a bit intimidated, but who wouldn't be? Brackenkit assumed he could never amount to such a honorable place, even if others thought it wasn't so honorable. He maintains his composure, searching his mind for some sort of answer to why he had come.
A story? No he would live his own when he was older. He could ask someone else if she truly did not have a story, either way that was not why he was here. Spinning tales of old, no, he wasn't ready for that.
Brackenkit back up, the presence of the elder close, soon followed by a black and white muzzle. It spoke smoothly and he was racked with goosebumps. He could never have guessed that his visit would be like this, a true adventure in itself. He smirked slightly with a good passion and innocence.
So this was Firelight? She was a lot nicer looking than some might expect. The lies spun by many of the scrawny elders that most might imagine. This was nothing like that. She was much taller than any cat he had ever seen or heard of. He could see very little in the dimly lit den, nothing but dark shadows to adorn the half faced she-cat. He was nothing but a scrap in his little head of imagination and the such.
So, what was he here for? Brackenkit had called and had received an answer.
"A friend? You said you were alone, correct? Perhaps I can lend you some assistance to fill the emptiness?" He gave a shy and sheepish grin. This experience was a lot more interesting than he thought. "I feel as if it would be nice to meet someone like you." There was some truth to this was well, the kits in the nursery could never provide a good conversation. Very few even pique his curiosity. A small handful he could actually tolerate, by what else was new? Sharing a den with a bunch of half wits was less appealing to him than a flea-ridden rat.