Open to Join What a Phenomenon

I’m not different. Am I?

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It was certainly not a warm morning, but Wolfkit hadn't really been aware of what a warm morning was like, not yet anyway but Wolfkit's fur was thick enough to give him the warmth he needed. Despite what... little co-ordination he had, he decided he would venture out a little further out of the nursery, the scents were less overwhelming than he thought they would be; the scent of his clan, the scent of warm prey that he didn't know how to eat, the faint scent of herbs, it was all more interesting than overwhelming.

Wolfkit began wobbly steps out into the clearing, but still a few pawsteps comfortably away from the nursery, not too close and not too far, it was perfect. Wolfkit's eyes glanced around the wide space of ShadowClan's camp with wide eyes. Though all he did was simply sit, he preferred not to talk much as it was, so a word that hung in the air was meaningless at the moment, especially if no cat heard him anyway.

And so the sightseeing began, his eyes looked towards the meeting place of the clan, then to different dens, then to the pile of fresh kill, there was so much to see, how could Wolfkit be able to see it all, but he supposed he had all the time in the world for that.