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[Juniperkit]

Occasionally, Juniperkit found herself questioning the purpose of ladybugs.

They were cute, certainly -- watching them fly about was definitely entertaining, and they made wonderful chasing companions every once in awhile, but try as she might, the bushy young kitten couldn't seem to find anything they actually accomplished.

Birds had their beautiful morning melodies, bees contributed to keeping flowers healthy (Juniperkit held flowers very dearly to her heart, so for this reason she was very thankful for the small yellow and black insects), and mice existed to fill her tummy. Ladybugs, however? Nothing. 

Keeping these thoughts in mind, Juniperkit strode outside into the heat of the day, stretching each leg accordingly before continuing on her mission to the fresh-kill-pile. Her intentions, though, didn't involve food, but rather meeting a friendly cat or two, and surely if she remained by the pile of food long enough, someone would stumble her way. So, with her blue eyes peeled, Juniperkit scanned the camp, hoping to find another furry kitten to befriend. 

[Batflight]

Batflight

The black pelted tom sat neatly by himself. He didn't mind the companionship or lack thereof, it was something he'd grown accustomed to. He licked a paw and rubbed over his whiskers and ears, his grey eyes closed for the moment. He also enjoyed grooming. It was a shame he never saw as many friends as he once head, but again, he didn't mind.
Batflight had been in Treeclan for quite some time. He was grateful he was able to live this long, seeing the clan through many tough times and prosperous ones all the same.
He looked around the camp, noting the small creek and the trees that offered cool shade. The weather was getting hotter and it was at times like these that he cursed the dark shade of his fur. At least it was short.
He chuckled softly to himself, going back to grooming himself, now busying himself with his chest.

[Juniperkit]

The small feline begins to shift in her place beside the fresh-kill-pile, her instinctive kitten-impatience creeping into her brain like a warrior hunting it's kill. She'd been prepared to wait as long as it took, but with another glance around the deserted camp, it seemed as though her desire to mingle might have to be put off another day. Grumbling in annoyance to herself, Juniperkit stands and starts her trek back to the nursery, her white-dappled tail dragging solemnly behind her. I could have taken a nap, she thinks bitterly, or had a snack. Anything but sitting in the sun.

It's not until she arrives at the briar entrance to the nursery that she sees the black warrior; excitement immediately takes over her movements, and she bounds over to the large warrior with her tail flopping behind her in a sloppy greeting. "Hello, mister!" She chirps happily, a toothy grin on her muzzle. "I'm Juniperkit," she continues, slipping through and out of the space between his front paws and his chest, then turning a few times and plopping down at his paws in a single movement, "What's your name?" She slips right into her next train of thought, looking over his coat and commenting, "You have very nice fur, mister! I wish mine was short like yours. I get hot really easily, an' then I can't ever stay outside for too long."

[Batflight]

Batflight

He gave a start, letting out a soft chirp of surprise at the sudden ball of excitement and the small voice. He stopped grooming himself and looked up, his gaze looking over a small brown kitten with the trademark blue eyes that many of their young bore.
He couldn't help but smile at the child's sweet tone or behavior.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Juniperkit. My name is Batflight." He grinned and flicked an ear pleasantly. He glanced past the youngster, looking for any of her friends or maybe even her mother. He hummed when he saw neither and turned his attention back to Juniperkit.
"My coat? Oh, yes I'm very lucky to have been born with a thin pelt. Not so lucky though when your fur is all black. Bareleaf's aren't fun either unless it's sunny." He explained. "You'll be thankful for that fur once it gets cold again." He smiled.
Batflight gave a slight pause, "So what's someone like you doin all alone out here? Everyone else napping?" He took another glance at the nursery. "Or maybe just curious about what it's like to be a warrior?"