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Weekend-Wondering
Dawnkit/5 moons
As Rosepaw padded into the den, Dawnkit practically leaped up with joy.
This went better than I'd ever thoughts! I got a real friend now!
Looking up at the now completely dark sky, she went back to the nursery. Curling up quickly beside some unfamiliar kit, she thought about the tom.
I spose he really does care, otherwise why be friends with me? she thought, tucking her tail under her face.
Thorns can act tough an' rowdy all he want, but I saw some different side of him. A...real nice side. An' he is tryings. I dunno what made him like this. Feeling sleep come over her, the kit entered dreams with that question heavy on her mind.
Starclan, I hate mornin' sun, was Dawnkit's first thought upon waking up, for the sun had risen just enough to shine into the den. It felt like claws stabbing her tired eyes, but remembering her upcoming meeting with Rosepaw, she stretched sleep away quickly.
Gotta go gotta go, gotta run, what would he say if I invites him and then I'm late? Stepping out into the clearing, Dawnkit promptly tripped over a branch. She made it to the fresh-kill pile without too much attention from the cats around, though. Pawing a vole from the pile--there was a mouse there, but it was so crusted with mud she wasn't touching it--Dawnkit waited.