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Oliveeye watched Honeykit and Bumblekit eagerly run up to the warrior, well Honeykit a little more hesitantly. The queen smiled, watching her little kits talk to the warrior. Though a small ache pulled at her heart. They weren't really little anymore, where they. Her children would be apprentices soon, and while Oliveeye was ready to leave the nursery it was moments like these that made her wish time could just stand still. Her worry for her kits would follow her even into elderhood, but the queen knew she felt that because of love.

Goosekit soon found himself flanked by his littermates, lightly squirming to give himself some space. He didn't let his siblings deter him however, as he turned to the two kits. "Stonepelt was just telling me he's a super good expert hunter, and he said that I was super good too because I almost caught that squirrel." Goosekit boasted, his chest puffed up in pride. He had pretty much repeated the story to them several times already, but he felt that he had to once more bring it up. The bi-coloured kit turned back to Stonepelt, as if requesting the warrior repeat his earlier words.

Dawnpelt caught the scent of a small bird as she slowly trudged through the forest, quickly dropping into a crouch. The orange fighter crept foward, one paw in front of the other until he could see the winged creature. Her eyes tracked it carefully as it hopped on the ground, occasionally bending down to peck at the ground for food. Dawnpelt adjusted her stance and pounced, her paws landing on the bird. She finished it off with a swift bite, looking up to relocate her company.

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Amused by the sudden racket, Stonepelt only nodded sagely, gently touching Goosekit's shoulder with his tail. The liveliness of these kits was admirable and the way they all clamored for his attention was endearing. "Very impressive." He reiterated. But it wasn't just Goosekit who would make a splendid warrior, even Honeykit and Bumblekit had the workings of fine cats that would undoubtedly become proud Burrclan warriors. Lifting his tail, he set the bushy appendage on the floor, as if inviting the kits to try and attack it. It would not only be a fun activity but it would also hopefully help them when they inevitably moved on to become apprentices.

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