G[o]ne

[Posiepaw]

Posiekit sat in the nursery with her tail wrapped neatly around her paws. She found out that Lionkit was now Lionpaw and that she was an apprentice she was kind of sad. She missed Lionpaw being in the nursery to talk to. Posiekit licked her tiny ginger paw and drew it over her ear. "Oh Posiekit" she meowed to herself. "Are you fit for clan life?" she asked while tilted her head upwards. Every morning, night, and day that she lived she was haunted by her father (her history in her character post). She hoped that her parents were dead even though she knew it was terrible but her father had killed her litter-mates and her mother abandoned them. Sighing she lay down with her ginger paws tucked under her chest.

[Loinfire]

Lionkit

The young tom loped slowly towards the nursery, his gait slightly lopsided but unhesitant. As he came nearer delight filled his veins, pure joy that resonated through his whole being until he couldn’t help but purr to himself softly, for his sensitive nose had caught a very familiar scent and it was fresh.

He quickened his pace until it was a slow jog, why did the nursery have to be the other side of camp? Hanging limply from his jaws was a dried flower, the hot midday sun having leeched every drop of moisture from its browning petals. It swayed gently with the motions of his pawsteps, threatening to fall free from its place hooked behind his teeth, the young cat had resisted the urge to clamp his mouth shut on the flower, it was too fragile, such an action would destroy it beyond repair.

Lionpaw entered the nursery of softpaws, managing to catch the tail end of Posiekit’s one-sided conversation. “Are you fit for Clan life?”

The orange-furred tom strode forwards confidently, his short legs meant he had to work twice as hard to cover what would be one pawstep on another cat, he arrived in front of Posiekit and dropped the flower onto the nursery floor.

Whilst the sun had stolen its life and colour, compared to the nursery even the faded purples stood out against the muted browns and greens.

“I’ve bought you a posy, Posiekit.” He mewed joyfully, feeling amused at his own little pun. His amber eyes regarded the she-kit curiously, he did not confess that he’d heard her conversation, for he was sure it was a private moment but it had caused a small seed of worry to form in his heart.

Surely Posiekit wasn’t thinking of leaving him?

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OOC: My first post as Lionpaw

[Posiepaw]

OOC: Awesome :3 And Posie is spelled like in her name xD and....you are an awesome roleplayer

Posiekit sat up and purred in amusment as Lionpaw dropped the Posie at her paws. She looked up and meowed "how's your training going". Shuffling her paws she piped up "I'm going to be an apprentice soon!". Feeling dazed at the heat she started to sway slightly while looking down at the dried up Posie that if you looked close enough you could see purple faintly spread out of the petals.