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Leaf fall has arrived, the darkening leaves and chilly breeze a clear indication of the change in season. Mintclaw awoken early from his slumber, earlier than his mates and children. Casting a fond glance at his family, the male almost wanted to fall back asleep, though something caught his eye as he glanced out of the warriors den, eyeing at the autumn leaves that littered the whole camp. Mintclaw sighs with a soft smile, recognizing that the leaves will offer apt opportunity for the kits to play, the ones that were both born and brought here. It reminded him of the time he was raised into the clan, surrounded by cats that became the current

Previous Part: Piping Hot Friendship, Bee and Duck RP Part 2 beekit (pip) "Mm-hmm!" He nods as they fall into a comfortable silence, through which Pip occasionally runs ahead a bit, hoping to catch something interesting and see. He does not, but that doesn't stop him from marching onward, head held high. A sigh puffs out his maw after Duckpaw repeated along with him. He didn't know if the clan had some cats that liked to make fun, which he now worried about - courtesy of Charlie- but he sure didn't hope he'd bawl in front of them. Especially Duckpaw. Tough guy act wasn't needed, he'd been confirmed, but crying wasn't something not embarras

Previous Part: Piping Hot Friendship, Bee and Duck RP Part 1 beekit (pip) "Yeah? Trees... fields? RiverClan territory has gotta be huge!" he exclaims in awe, the idea that he'll be able to roam and play in all the locations mentioned was so fascinating he almost forgot Duckpaw's small reassurance. "But it's cool- I like rivers! There's all sorts of cool stuff around one, like shells, 'nd pretty rocks... also snails!" he rambles, with a joyful grin all the while. RiverClan was just sounding so cool right now. "... maybe," he sheepishly grins. "Oh, but wait 'till I learn more!" he counters, but it morphs into an impressed gasp as Duckpaw doe

beekit (currently pip) He was scared. Really, really scared. Why did papa leave him here? Alone, out in the wild... He didn't like the idea of being found and kidnapped by some wild cats, either. Papa told him not to worry, that he'll be safe, but Pip finds himself doing the opposite of that. The kit whimpers, a small feeble sound, not being able to bear being alone but not daring to move away. He shuffles further into the little nest of grass he made for himself, curling up but alert. He misses his mama, she was really sick when she made him and Charlie leave, and he hoped she was doing alright now. He remembers her face when she said go