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The tiny tom’s nose twitched rapidly as he sniffed at the air outside the Nursery. There was a distinct chill to it that the warm den didn’t hold and for a moment he considered abandoning his little adventure. Skunkkit looked back into the den. In the gloom, his parents were curled, their breath gentle. Whether they were asleep or not, the young tom had no idea, but no one was warning him not to leave the den or to come away from the entrance, so he turned his baby blue gaze back to the camp beyond.

The light was dim in a way that mimicked the nursery but seemed more gray than comforting. Even so, the bustle of the camp beyond excited Skunkkit and he quivered happily. Today he was gonna explore his world a little bit. The kind of mobility he had today was better than yesterday and he felt so sure that he would be able to wobble his way to somewhere interesting. “C’mon Wea’el’it!” the black and white tom chirped before stepping a tiny paw onto the dirt outside of the nursery. Being so young, he struggled to pronounce particular letters, words being rather new to Skunkkit.

Once more Skunkkit looked around the camp, this time his gaze landing on a somewhat familiar form. Something in his memory sparked a sense of familiarity, almost as though his mother or father had described a pelt like the one he was looking at. The small tom blinked and tried to work out what exactly it was that he was trying to remember. Shrugging, he gave up trying to remember and decided he would just go and say hi. Glancing back at Weaselkit, he grinned and then began to try to run toward the cat he had spied. Almost instantly Skunkkit stumbled and fell on his nose with a tiny squeak before sitting up, eyes watering.

If a flower can flourish in the desert, you can flourish anywhere.

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As a black and white blur nearly toppled into her, Coyotebloom flinched for a moment, then calmed herself as she noticed it was just Skunkkit and Weaselkit. She let out a purr of greeting to the two. "Careful there, Skunkkit, you haven't grown into your paws yet" She chirped softly as she used her muzzle to straighten Skunkkit back to a standing position. "You alright, little brother?" She knew that Skunkkit wasn't her biological brother, but she saw Bravesong as a father in placement of the one that dropped her off at fourtrees all those moons ago, so these two were as close to brothers in the clan she could have.

Her orange eyes then moved to Weaselkit, his spotted pelt pristinely groomed and clean, likely from Orchidflame's care but she wouldn't put it past Bravesong to clean the kits' fur as well. "Hey there, Weaselkit! You two out here exploring the camp?" she asked with a soft breath that was something close to a chuckle. For a brief moment, she glanced over to the nursery, to Orchidflame, who had her bicolored eyes cracked open watching her sons. The young warrior let out a sigh of relief, at least she knew they were out here.

Coyotebloom took a moment to focus on the two tiny bodies covered in kit-fuzz and let out a soft sigh that bled into a purr. She was sure that Bravesong and Orchidflame as a pair would be phenomenal parents to these too, if the past experiences with Bravesong were anything to go by anyway. 

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Skunkkit blinked in surprise as Weaselkit named the cat he had been approaching. He did, of course, know all about the she-cat who was their older sister, Bravesong seemed to enjoy speaking about her. With how recently he had opened his eyes, however, the young tom hadn’t been able to recognise her from the tales. Still, he figured Weaselkit must have seen her at some point when he had been asleep and he simply broke out into a huge smile, eager to meet their famed sibling. “‘Yo’ie’b’oom! Yo’ieb’oom!” the young tom chirped enthusiastically.

As Coyotebloom purred at Skunkkit and his brother, the little tom couldn’t help but let out his own purr and rubbed on Coyotebloom’s shoulder. He might not have met her while he was awake yet, but the stories that had been shared with him ensured he had no fear or concern about his older sibling. “Uh huh!” the black and white tom hummed in response to his sister’s question. While Coyotebloom may have had no biological relationship to the small tom, Skunkkit was completely unaware of these nuances and simply knew her to be family. To be fair though, that was how he currently viewed the entire clan.

Skunkkit nodded enthusiastically at the question that was more aimed to his brother. “Wanna see! Wanna see!” He might not yet have had the words to actually describe what it was that he wanted to see, but there was no denying the little tom’s enthusiasm. Truly, the world around him had always seemed to spark wonder in his gaze from the moment he had opened his eyes. Recently he had been gaining better mobility and even though he didn’t have the energy yet to keep up with his adventurous spirit, little seemed to deter Skunkkit. Now that he had identified who Coyotebloom was, he was gazing around the wide expanse of the camp with amazement in his baby blue eyes. “Is li’e a big den!” he gasped in awe, eyes glittering with excitement.

If a flower can flourish in the desert, you can flourish anywhere.

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Coyotebloom's gaze softened as Skunkkit shared the enthusiasm for both the kits and a soft purr erupted from her throat. These two kits hadn't even seen the outer lengths of the nursery, they had no idea how big the world was outside of camp. If they thought the camp was big, ThunderClan's territory would blow their minds. "It is like a big den isn't it? The nursery is only a little part of it." Her nose gestured towards the nursery, then to the much larger warrior's den nearby. "I don't think you all should get to nosing around in all the dens without Orchidflame or Bravesong yet though."

For a moment, Coyotebloom looked around the camp, and then the fresh kill pile was noticed. She gave a look of 'could I show them?' to Orchidflame, surely she would like to be the one to show them around the camp. But Orchidflame simply looked towards the lilac warrior with soft eyes and nodded. Coyotebloom assumed it was because she could have all the time in the world to show her kits around, she let the fresh kill pile be Coyotebloom's trip with them as their big sister. She was forever thankful.

"How about... a trip to that pile of prey over there, to show you what you'll be trying in a couple of moons." The lilac warrior chirped, trying to sound a little more chipper as she rose to her paws. Allowing the small toms to ready their tiny paws to follow her, she would be slow to the pile, to make sure that no kit was left behind, she made sure both kits were beside her as she led her way to the pile of prey.

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Skunkkit stared in wonder around the expanse of the camp, trying to make out the shapes that were further away. He had only opened his eyes recently and his ability to refocus his gaze or see over long distances was still developing properly. Not that he knew any different, to him taking time to make out shapes and having no clue what was happening on the other side of camp was completely normal. It wouldn’t be long though before his normal adjusted and he would be able to see about as well as most of the clan. “Dere’s uder dens?” Skunkkit mewed with awe and stared back up at his big sister. Suddenly all that he wanted to do was explore every nook and cranny that he could find in this large den area that was called the camp.

The little black and white tom stared around the camp once more, plotting about where to go first when Coyotebloom spoke again offering to take them somewhere. “Yus! Yus! Yus!” he chirped in excitement. Honestly Skunkkit had no clue about where they were going, but exploring sounded fun and he was enjoying seeing things. The little tom bounced about for a bit, fell on his butt then side as his enthusiasm unbalanced him, and then got straight back up, tail pointing straight up as he grinned widely at Coyotebloom.

As the older she-cat began to make her way to the fresh kill pile, Skunkkit trotted along beside her, wobbling and stumbling constantly but completely undeterred. The young tom’s enthusiasm kept unbalancing him as he tried to go faster than his body was ready for, causing frequent stumbles and falls. More than once his chin ended up on the ground, but each time Skunkkit simply righted himself and kept going, grinning widely.