At least one of us is confident. [Fawnkit]

[sweet]

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[atrb=width,469,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=4f830e] This really wasn't very different, Miragefeather had been made warrior a few days ago. However nothing felt different, he was still the same as he was as an apprentice. He was not at all confident, and obviously had not outgrown his anti social habits. The tom had avoided others since his ceremony, opting for lone hunting patrols and such. However is seemed to be Strickenflame's goal in life to try and put him in every patrol there was. Scarredstar was probably putting him up to it, It would be like him to try and push Miragefeather out of his shell. Kicking a dust ball he moved across camp, deciding to walk past the Nursery. Why not? Might as well take a look at the youth of the clan right? Maybe he would even mentor one of them? Nah, He wasn't good enough to mentor anyone! Sighing he peeked in, seeing Strickenflame's mate snoozing within the den. Holding his breath he peeked around her and noticed her kits, They were so cute and innocent. Miragefeather was always clinging to his mother's side as a kit, trying to keep away from his brother, since he always picked on him about his size. Miragefeather sighed and turned to look at camp, he was so small compared to the other toms...and not to mention he had that fear of she-cats still. 'Miragefeather you are nothing but a failure...' he thought to himself and sat down curling his tail around himself. "Talking" 'Thinking' "Acting" "Your character speaking" {Word Count; 244 Ooc; no faith in himself...lol Status; ONLY FAWNY CAN POSTY! }

[vanya,]

It'd only been a single moon since Fawnkit had opened his eyes, and he was already crawling about and exploring. He paid little mind to his siblings, only explored on his own and kept close to his parents otherwise. But now he slipped close to the entrance of the nursery, blinking confused baby-blue eyes at the sun.

There was a small tom nearby, feminine much like himself. His interest is piqued; he crawls closer until he loses his balance and tumbles straight into the side of the small tom.

Instinctively, he curls himself into the warm fur, purring happily. "HI!" he squeaks.

Fawnkit had pretty much been taught by his parents to not fear the cats of his Clan. They were all family, even the one-eyed tom that was his mother's brother, and the leader of the Clan. And if one was never intimidated by that ruined face, one wasn't intimidated by anything.

"You're small like me! Are you a warrior? I can't wait to be one." He peers up cheekily at the tom.

"What about you? Were you excited when you were a kit? Is being a warrior hard?" He was nearly bouncing now, his dappled fur rippling with his movements. His eyes were wide and excited.

[sweet]

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[atrb=width,469,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=4f830e] Miragefeather was caught off guard when a small bundle of patched fluff tumbled into him. 'What in StarClan?' he thought to himself before looking to see a small feminine kit. Blinking Miragefeather stared at him, oh god it was a she-cat...even kits scared the bajeezus out of him! However his fear did not last long, the scent was male, as well as his kitish voice. Wait? This kit was...what.... Miragepaw stared at the Calico tom, a tom that was more feminine looking then him? Really? Was that even possible? Miragefeather had missed a little of what the kit said, however he was talking so fast that hardly anyone would be able to keep up. Already Miragefeather was jealous of the young toms confidence, and he was hardly four moons old right? Sighing the feminine tom shrugged. "Being a warrior is fine..." he said softly, Miragefeather wasn't much of a talker and all these questions were bothering his anti social side. "Its not too hard..." he added and shrugged gently flicking his tail. Miragefeather should of been more enthusiastic, he was after all talking to the future of the clan...With a sudden jolt of memory he remembered that this small feminine tom was son of Strickenflame as well as the nephew of his own mentor. How could that be possible? Something so small coming from strong warriors...more like a strong deputy as well as a Leader for an uncle...this tom should be large like his brother...With a sigh he thought to himself. 'Sometimes StarClan is so cruel...' "Talking" 'Thinking' "Acting" "Your character speaking" {Word Count; 254 Ooc; Mirage...you are such a Debbie downer...He needs someone to break him out of his shell and loosen him up more than Scarredstar did D: Status; }