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[Hollowkit]

It was mid-day and the sun was resting in the sky among the clouds. The nursery's entrance rustled as a small gray kit bounded into camp. His amber eyes were open wide in amazement at the world. He'd been cooped up in the nursery for a very long time and was ready to explore the camp. He watched as warriors entered the camp, some with prey in their jaws that made his mouth water and while others left in search of Cloudclan knows what. All he knew though is that he wanted to be just like them one day. He looked at all the different colored pelts around the camp as they shared tongues, napped, or ate prey. He licked his lips as his gaze fell on the fresh-kill pile and he found his paws carrying towards the mouth-watering scents. His eyes picked over the pile until they rested on a starling. He pulled the fresh-kill off the pile and drug it, tail-end high in the air, towards the nursery. He hungrily bit into the bird but only got a mouthful of feathers which he promptly spat onto the camp ground. "Mouse dung," he cursed, looking around to see if anyone had seen that embarrassing moment.

[Wrenpaw]

Wrenkit was growing surprisingly fast, or at least faster than he thought he would. He was always calculating everything, heights, how long it would take him to travel from point A to point B at a walking pace; well, he had more of a shuffle and didn't pick up his paws as much and was rather awkward all around but that was just him. At the current moment he was sitting outside the nursery staring up at the clouds. It was the wind that made them move right? The invisible force that could only be seen when shaking the trees and low standing grasses. But something strong enough to move the big white billows in the sky? That was something.

But something else broke his attention; rather, someone else. A tiny gray tom, spitting out the feathers of a bird he had dragged from the fresh-kill pile. He had always hated to see them killed, they sang so beautifully. Shrugging he figured he needed to do some more socializing before he became of age to be named 'paw' and trotted over to the smaller kit and mewed, "Need some help there?" Before he settled down across from the kit.

[Hollowkit]

Hollowkit watched as the much bigger tom-kit asked if he needed help. He felt his ears grow hot with embarrassment. "No, but thank you," he said to him, swishing his tail in the feathers. He hadn't met many other kits so he didn't really have any friends. He'd spent most of his time in the nursery, basking in the attention of his mother. "I don't think we've met. I'm Hollowkit, one of Sorrelpatch's kits," he introduced himself nicely. Maybe this older kit could be his friend, even though he looked big enough to be an apprentice.

[Wrenpaw]

Wrenkit snorted and sat down, "Well if you need a hand let me know," Before he laid down still across from the other tom, he had a feeling the conversation would go further so he got himself comfortable.

According to the other kit his name was Hollowkit, must've been new. "The name's Wrenkit but you can call me Wren, I love the whole idea of shortened names because as warriors we really go all out." He laughed to himself before adding, "Oh and my mother's Autumndust, but like most of us I don't know my father."

[Hollowkit]

"Nice to meet you, Wren," Hollowkit said. He continued to dig into his prey, first de-feathering it, then digging into the delicious starling. But like most of us I don't know my dad. Hollowkit swallowed his mouthful before answering. "I don't know my dad either. I hope he's a good warrior," he said thoughtfully.



"Would you like some of my fresh-kill," he asked Wren kindly, nudging the starling over to the tom with his nose. He was always sharing, it was just instilled in him, like instinct to put others before himself. Hopefully he'd make a good warrior one day. "What do you want your warrior name to be Wren," he asked him.

[Wrenpaw]

Wrenkit nodded to the other tom's response about fathers. We all figured they were great and powerful warriors, at least we hoped.

Hollowkit then offered him some of the bird, of which Wren gratefully took a bite of, listening in to the rest of what Hollowkit was saying as he chewed away. "Thanks for sharing by the way," Wrenkit purred as he swallowed what he had been chewing. "But from the recent conversations I've had I think Wrenfeather would best suit me in the long run." There had been other possible names like Wrenflight and Wrenfoot, but Wrenflight seemed a bit feminine to him and Wrenfoot was a little plain. Wrenfeather seemed to be the best middle ground.

"What about you?" He started, taking another nibble from the bird, "What's your big plan for your warrior name?"

[Hollowkit]

Hollowkit nodded at Wrenkit when he thanked him for sharing. He lay down on the camp floor, tucking his paws underneath him. He looked around the large camp and at all the dens. "Wrenfeather sounds cool, I can see you being Wrenfeather, mighty warrior of Treeclan," he purred. Wren's question got him thinking. He hadn't really thought about it. "Maybe Hollowbirch or maybe Hollowfoot, or maybe even Hollowbelly, cause I'm always hungry," he purred, laughing at the thought. "But I really like Hollowbirch," he said thoughtfully.

[Wrenpaw]

Wrenkit snorted at the other kit's joke, adding a small smile before he responded, "Yeah Hollowbirch seems like it would fit you with your pelt coloration and all, it's also quite unique."

Wrenfeather would definitely fit him well, his fur was the color of a Wren anyways as his mother had said. So it only made since that feather would be his perfect suffix. "Which do you think you'll be better at," He started, really beginning to think of his near future as an apprentice now. "Do you think you'll excel in hunting or fighting?" Those being the two main categories they would be learning, besides that of the warrior code.