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[untilthis.echo]

ooc: Not at all!

bic: Nettlekit felt a shiver run down her spine to her tail, making the fur stand on end but it didn't rise in alarm as it usually did. The sight of the newcomer, and a kit no less, was shocking. The little rogue didn't look any older than them! Swallowing a lump, she shuffled her snow-blanketed paws before standing up and sniffing the new kit. Her dark fur brushed the kit as Nettlekit circled her, frightened and intrigued at the same time. As she sat down a tail-length or so away, Nettlekit felt something knaw at her stomach, something akin to hunger as questions suddenly plagued her mind, aching to be satisfied. She asked the first one that came to mind, "Yes, who are you?"

[grayfur]

"yeah, just who are you?" ashkit mewed. he didn't quite know wha t was going on, but he knew something was up. He tried sniffing the loner.

[dream.]

Sunrise took a step back. "I'm Sunrise..." She squeaked, her voice wavering with fear. "W-Who are you? Please d-don't hurt me..." Sunrise stammered, bowing her golden head.
ooc;| sorry for all the shortness. i'm lacking muse today.

[untilthis.echo]

ooc: Not the only one. I must have used all my muse with making the starting post in our RP Dreamy.

bic: Nettlekit's tiny claws unsheathed, wondering why she felt unease around this kit. Surely she couldn't be dangerous right? Still, a shiver crawled her spine as a dim light crept into the kit's eyes, the only signal to the hunger in her soul. She gazed at Sunrise and wondered where the kit came from, and even more, wondered if she believed in Starclan. She mewed softly, "Hurt you? Why would we hurt you? We're no older than you. Don't be frightened."