I promise... *A warrior cat RP*

Fluffypaw noticed Birdpaw and trotted over. “I’ll share, nice bird.,”

"I've been missing you a bit. Thinking about how some day I'm going to be a medicine cat," (news to her) he sat down and hooked a very small vole. "Want some, Brightkit?"

Emberfeather ears pricked in surprise and she mewed, “Ummm, Brightkit? She’s in Starclan. Can you see her? I think you’ll be a good medicine cat if you can.”

"Oops, I mean Lightkit. I mix them up sometimes. I think I'll see Brightkit some day though," Darkkit said certainly.

(When? :0 )

"Attack Tanglepelts tail and then sneak off before he could yell at her," Darkkit stifled a laugh. "Little kits. Always getting into trouble," he said, as though he was an old warrior with extra spicy seasoning.

“You be one of them little kits, tiny medicine cat.” Her new dropped off as she coughed at ground. Her sickness was still there a little bit.
Softkit bounced unto her brother, rolling him over. "Ha! Got you!" She mewed, batting him with sheathed paws.
Fluffypaw walked over to Nightpaw and mewed "Want to go hunting? You've been ignoring all the apprentices lately, I can show you a new hunting technique if you want."
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"Ignoring?" Nightpaw scoffed, whirling around to face him. "Why do you think you know so much about me? You're not one of my parents, are you?" Her growl had grown angry. Her ears flat, she glared at him. If there was something Nightpaw didn't like, it was being treated like a kit.
 
"Ignoring?" Nightpaw scoffed, whirling around to face him. "Why do you think you know so much about me? You're not one of my parents, are you?" Her growl had grown angry. Her ears flat, she glared at him. If there was something Nightpaw didn't like, it was being treated like a kit.
"You are not being fair. I'm only trying to help. I do this for all the apprentices, and I'll continue doing it until I die. Sometimes cats need to talk to each other and it seems like you need to vent. Is this about Flamepaw and Rustpaw? you can trust me you know?" He mewed keeping his tone even. "Are you okay? I've got out with Dawnpaw, Rustpaw, Flamepaw and Birdpaw so far. You're next."
 
Softkit bounced unto her brother, rolling him over. "Ha! Got you!" She mewed, batting him with sheathed paws.

"Ignoring?" Nightpaw scoffed, whirling around to face him. "Why do you think you know so much about me? You're not one of my parents, are you?" Her growl had grown angry. Her ears flat, she glared at him. If there was something Nightpaw didn't like, it was being treated like a kit.
Being a mature cat and all, Darkkit lightly poked her belly.
 
Name- Frosty
Rank- Loner
Age- 5 moons
Gender- Male
Physical description- Small tuxedo tom with amber eyes and a long tail (example of the kind of tuxedo he is: https://www.google.com/search?q=tux...AUIEygB&biw=1366&bih=649#imgrc=_r1vj3N8XgO9TM)
Personality- a little awkward, chatty, makes jokes all the time, friendly if he trusts you, nosey
Fun Facts- His parents were killed when he was still young by clan cats, and a loner took him and his brother in. When two of the loner's four kits died of starvation, she abandoned the brothers, blaming them for her kits' death. A fox found the two siblings soon after, and Frosty and his brother, Flicker, panicked and were separated. Frosty never saw Flicker again.
Frosty currently lives at the edge of Seedclan's territory, eating crowfood and occasionally stealing to survive. Due to lack of food, he appears younger than he actually is.
 
"You are not being fair. I'm only trying to help. I do this for all the apprentices, and I'll continue doing it until I die. Sometimes cats need to talk to each other and it seems like you need to vent. Is this about Flamepaw and Rustpaw? you can trust me you know?" He mewed keeping his tone even. "Are you okay? I've got out with Dawnpaw, Rustpaw, Flamepaw and Birdpaw so far. You're next."
Nightpaw laughed bitterly. "I'm not your kit. So stop treating me like one."
Being a mature cat and all, Darkkit lightly poked her belly.

Emberfeather laughed and then coughed. "Get her Darkkit!"

"Little kit violence," he muttered. "Taught too young." Without further utterings from his conscience, he put power in his back legs, and lept on her, vertically diving with his feet in front of his head, landing on her back.

"Good move! Softkit throw him off! Are you going to take that?"
Softkit squeaked and struggled, batting Darkkit in the face. She had a big grin on her face as she thrust out a small back paw into his side.
 

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