Warrior Cats Online - Object hunt!

Sunleap arrived.

Dogpaw arrived because the nine moon old thought this sounded fun. She sat alone, far away from her father and sisters. Mostly Beetlepaw thought.

Beetlepaw arrived because the ridiculously tiny apprentice thought that this would be fun. She sat next to her father and mentor, Sunleap and one of her sisters, Sheeppaw.

Sheeppaw followed Beetlepaw, the large curly-furred deaf nine moon old like usual not completely sure what was happening.

Mantiskit decided to join after she spent a while considering whether she should join or not. After all it MIGHT be enjoyable and the event might help her make friends. She didnt have any friends, except maybe Butterflykit. It wasn't that she didn't want friends. She just couldn't figure out how to make friends. She was also quite certain that looking for items wouldn't be dangerous, especially since she was nearly certain that the kits, like her would obviously be remaining in camp while searching for clues. After all it wouldn't be safe for kits to leave camp since they were still mere infants. And yes, that applied to her as well. That was obvious to her. After all at only three moons old she wasn't even the oldest kit in the nursery. Oh and Daylightpaw, the host of the event was one of the apprentices who had listened to Goatscrunch's story. Daylightpaw had been the first apprentice to arrive and the only one that arrived before she had arrived herself. That did mean Daylightpaw had heard that though. Preferably she either hadn't noticed or had forgotton about it by now. Most other cats didn't notice and forgot about things a lot for some reason. One of the many reasons she had difficultly figuring out how to make friends. Many cats, especially kits, apprentices and young warriors didn't like different and she had been different even before she rapidly matured when her parents died and she was left her an orphan when she was barely a moon old. Mantiskit often wished that she could be the same. Be like everyone else. Be normal. Fit in. But she knew that that wasn't to be, no matter how much she wished that it was. If just her wish could come true. If just she could be normal. But that would never be. Sometimes she wondered if StarClan existed and many other things as well. And she didn't just take the words of adult cats as the truth. Just because they were older then she was didn't mean that they didn't lie or that they weren't sometimes mistaken. A few of the many signs of how different she was from everyone else, especially the other kits. She doubted that the other kits were wondering whether StarClan was real though they might be wondering some other much simpler things. For example why couldn't they leave camp until they were apprentices? Why did they have to wait until they were six moons old to become apprentices? Why did she want to know what seemed to be everything about everything? She especially wanted to know about more complex topics and was perfectly aware that many of her questions would never be answered. She also knew things that most other cats, even many of the warriors did not. For example what she did was unlikely to matter. Most likely her existence would not matter. When she was gone it was extremely unlikely that most cats would remember her, though any friends she managed to make and her family likely would remember her until they themselves died. Her life wasn't important. And she knew it. She wished that she didn't. Sometimes ignorance could be bliss. She wished she knew why she was wondering why all the time. Why she was so different. Why she knew how insignificant she was. Perhaps if she knew why she would be capable of pretending to be normal. Capable of fitting in. Of having more friends. Of not basically being an social outcast. Of being blissful. Of finding enjoyment as easily as the other kits. Of course, she knew that those questions were some of the questions she would never have answers too. Oh she knew. And she wished that she didn't. The other cats were so lucky. They were ignorant. Ignorant that their existence lacked meaning or purpose to it. Ignorant to the fact that they did not matter. Yes, ignorance was usually seen as a bad thing but in this case? Ignorance was bliss. Oh ignorance was bliss. Why couldn't she be ignorant but blissful instead of knowledgeable but miserable? Why? Just why? She often considered her knowledge was a curse because it often seemed to be just that. A curse. Many cats would wish for knowledge but if they knew what it was like they wouldn't. Oh they wouldn't. Because it completely and utterly sucked. Oh knowledge sucked. Oh she was perfectly and utterly aware of that fact. And she wished that she wasn't. Being knowledgeable seemed absolutely delightful on the outside but was utterly miserable on the inside. Not worth it. Being blissful was all she wanted but that would never be. She had sounded like an infant when she spoke up when Goatscrunch asked them a question durimg the story. Yes, she was perfectly aware that she was very much an infant but she wanted everything to be utterly perfect, including her pronunciation of words and her fur. Neither of which ever seemed to be utterly perfect. In fact nothing ever seemed to be utterly perfect. Not that she was allowed to complain about that, or anything to be frankly honest because complaining was incapable of helping so therefore she didn't complain. Not even in her head. Therefore, once she managed to drag herself out of her head she began grooming herself as an distraction. Of course, she was listening as well since she was perfectly capable of multitasking. Well unless multitasking involved doing something while lost in her mind. Then she was absolutely terrible at it.

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