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Dapplepelt nodded with pride. She was glad to have such a strong and proud kit, she'd be excited once he began his training.
"Yes, he's very excited. I'm pretty happy myself, he'd make a strong Shaman," she meowed with a purr. She couldn't help but think of her once love and Lionkit's father. The tom had died trying to make it to the Lunar Pool, she'd never want Lionkit to suffer the same fate.

Tidepaw sat sprawled out on the beach sand, warming her fur and watching the gulls circle playfully overhead.

"I'd love to play with you sometime" shellpaw laughs, "That way both of us can give Lionkit a run around, okay Vinekit? But for now, I got to get going. A patrol will be going out!"

"I promise it, Lionkit. If you wanted someone older to play with... You could always wake up Sunpaw." Her grin is mischevious, "He sleeps a lot." She clears the rest of the bedding, "Good bye! I'll visit later to play" she promises, and trots out to dispose of the dirty bedding.

Lionkit smiled happily. He'd love to, especially since Sunpaw was a Shaman Neo. The young kit rushed off towards the Neo den and saw Sunpaw in his nest. Lionkit prodded his side gently to wake up the tom.

Dapplepelt purred and shook her head.
"He's an odd kit. Thank you, Shellpaw. Good luck to you on patrol!"

The ginger kit looked up at Willowkit in confusion before understanding. It should be different since Lionkit is almost a Shaman Neo, right? He rose to his paws and shook some moss out of his fur before padding up to Willowkit's side and nudging her up.
"I want to play with him though, maybe he can teach us some stuff about being a Neo Apprentice," he mewed, licking the last piece of moss off his shoulder.

Willowkit's fur stood on end, excited once more. "Oh, yeah, you're right! But... what could he show us? I don't know if that interested in herbs.." Willowkit admitted.
Sunpaw let out a groan, his heavy orange pointed face looking sleepily over at the kits. "Yeah, and I don't know if I'm that interested in listening to you two mewl right next to my ear." He grumbled, getting up and shaking the moss out of his fur.
Willowkit ducked down, avoiding a tuft of moss which fell next to her "Hey, watch where you're throwing that stuff!" she mewed indignantly, her cute little eyes scowling up at the Neo in an attempt to be menacing.
Sunpaw twitched his whiskers in amusement "Sorry" he purred, then turned his head to Lionkit "What's this about you wanting me to teach you stuff? I'm a little young to be a mentor you know" he yawned, scratching behind his ear lazily.

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Talongrasp bends her head down, trying not to look too sympathetic as to embarrass Sharkpaw. She didn't want him to think she pitied him- that would ruin whatever self confidence he had. Instead, she nodded, as if accepting his apology as satisfactory. "Today I think it's time I passed down some of the lore and knowledge that I have been given as Tui. Most Shaman Neos spend at least a little bit of time with me, learning what I know about the Ancestors, but you'll get the upper hand with being able to hang around my old bones all the time" she purred, standing with a noticeable crack. "Come. Let us head down to the waterside. I want to show you some things there"

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Softwing nods, searching around camp once last time. Most everyone seemed to already be busy or out doing something. She guessed it would just be a small patrol this time around. She turned to look at Quickflame, gesturing slightly to Shellpaw "Is there anywhere in particular you'd like her to practice her hunting? I really have no preference. Prey has been running well as of late" she meowed, not wanting to take charge but also not wanting to seem lazy.

(EDIT: It occurs to me I never posted my expanded description for Willowkit lol. Here goes)

[Willowkit] [Female] [1 Moon] [CinnamonRoll]
A tortoiseshell she-cat, mostly white with small orange and black patches. She has pale green eyes and one of her eyes has a large black patch of fur surrounding it. She is a lively kit, always getting up to mischief and poking her nose where it shouldn't go. She dreams of being the best fighter in the clan, and will often be seen around camp running into her denmates and pouncing on small bugs. She doesn't really understand how to stop and smell the flowers, though, and this can often lead her into trouble.


Sunpaw rolled his eyes up towards the top of the den, thinking very carefully. What was something he would have liked to know about being a Shaman before he made his decision? It didn't seem like this kit was very indecisive, so it's not like he was asking for life advice or anything like that...
"Well... I guess the best advice I can give you is to always listen. I know that might seem silly, but I learn more by listening and watching cats than I ever would by just letting one of the Shamans chew my ear off all day about what herbs are best for bellyache." Sunpaw meowed, thinking carefully. "Sometimes your tribemate doesn't have a bellyache at all. They're just sad because of an argument that they had with another cat, which is making their belly hurt, and they really just need someone to talk to" he yawned, shifting more comfortably in his nest.

Willowpaw wrinkled her nose "Is that what shamans do all day? Lay around and watch cats? That sounds really boring" she meowed, not really understanding. She wanted to learn to protect her clanmates, with tooth and claw! If someone said something mean to one of her friends, she wouldn't sit around talking about it, she'd just go claw that other cat's ear off!

"There is more to it. The lives and well-being of each and every one of the cats in the tribe depends on the actions of the shamans. Who is going to patch you up when you hurt yourself fighting, Willowkit?" Sunpaw pointed out, eyeing the little kit. She wasn't annoying him, per say, he was just growing very tired around her energy. "Besides, who do you think helped your mom bring you into this world? You don't really think she did it all by herself, do you?"

Willowkit's eyes grew wide. Now that she thought about it, she supposed Sunpaw's scent did seem a little familiar.. was he there when she was born? Shaking her head, she tried to remain adamant "My mom is the strongest, prettiest cat in the whole clan. She doesn't need help from anyone!" she squeaked proudly, raising her nose up.

Sunpaw shook his head, chuckling lowly. He turned his gaze over to Lionkit, who was still looking a little subdued at Willowkit's comments. "Don't worry, being a shaman beats running around with these claw-happy cats any day"

Lionkit looked down at his paws, a little unsure now. Was Willowkit right? Did Shamans only sit in camp all day looking after the cats? Could he even leave the camp? Would he ever leave the camp again?! He wanted to yowl out every question but he took a deep breath and calmed down. He pushed them to the back of his mind and looked back up at Sunpaw. He didn't want to annoy the tom but he still had a few questions. But before he could say anything else, Vinekit padded into the den, firstly sticking his nose in to make sure he was alright to be in the den.
"H-Hey guys... I felt a little lonely so I followed you," he meowed shyly as he was in the presence of a Neo Shaman.

Sunpaw flicked his tail- it sure was a good thing that the kits were so small, with so many of them now crowding into the den. "Hello Vinekit" Sunpaw meowed, resting his head on his paws as he laid in his nest, so that his face was more level with the smaller cats. "Boy, you all must be pretty bored today to crowd into my den looking for entertainment. What do you all want, a story?"

Willowkit tilted her head to the side. A story? "What kind of story?" she asked cautiously. Her mom sometimes told stories to her and her siblings, and she liked that, but would Sunpaw's stories be boring tales about laying around in camp? She wasn't sure if she was interested.

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"ohohoho! Sharkpaw, you flatter me" Talongrasp laughs, looking down at him affectionately. "True, there will be some things that you will have an advantage on, being my Neo, but don't let that go to your head."
There was a bite of warning in her tone. It was true that she thought he had potential, but it would be spoiled if he was lead to believe that he was somehow better than the other Neos simply because he was her apprentice. She would give him no special treatment, and assert that no other cat did either. He was a Neo, first and foremost, regardless of his mentor.
"That's kind of you Sharkpaw, but I'm not sick, I'm just older than dirt. There's no herbs that will help me manage any more than I already do" she meowed, her eyes sparkling with humor.
At a casual pace, she leads him out of the camp, down towards where the water line lay. "True, all kits are told stories by their mothers as they grow, but only Shamans are passed down the knowledge of spiritual communication through the generations. Guards learn other skills to serve their tribe, and thus they rely on us to be the mouthpiece for the ancestors in times of trouble. We may not learn to fight as well or know the nuances of the perfect hunt, but when the wind blows we know how to hear it's whispers, and we can hear even the smallest voice over the crash of the waves on the shore."

Willowkit shrugged, trying to hide her intererst. She didn't want to prove Sunpaw right, that he might have some interesting stuff to talk about, but she also really wanted to hear whatever story he had.

Sunpaw cleared his throat, looking down at the kits. "Did you all know that once Foxes and Cats used to live together? Not always did we fear and fight with them, as we do now" He began, looking out at the kits.

"In the beginning, Foxes and Cats were each given their own strengths by the Ancestors. They would use these gifts together, living in peace with the other strong animals of the world, hunting prey as they needed and enjoying their freedom together. Once a Cat and a Fox were traveling together. As they went along, hunting on the way—a stray mouse here, a fat chicken there—they began an argument between bites, feeling bored with their journey. And, as usually happens when comrades argue, the talk began to get personal.

"You think you are extremely clever, don't you?" said the Fox. "Do you pretend to know more than I? Why, I know a whole sackful of tricks!"

"Well," retorted the Cat, "I admit I know one trick only, but that one, let me tell you, is worth a thousand of yours!"

Just then, close by, an unusual noise. The fabled creatures of old, upwalkers, had found them and began to hunt them down. Their feet thundered towards them- an ugly sight to behold, with their furless bodies walking on two legs.

"This is my trick," the cat called to the Fox, scampering safely up into a tree. "Now let me see what yours are worth."

But the Fox had so many plans for escape he could not decide which one to try first. He dodged here and there with the hounds at his heels. He doubled on his tracks, he ran at top speed, he entered a dozen burrows,—but all in vain. The upwalkers caught him, and soon put an end to the boaster and all his tricks."

Sunpaw finished his story, looking out at the kits, giving them time to think. "Now, what do you think is the moral of this story?"

(wow, a lot has happened! sorry for the poof!)

"Be careful!", Copperfeather called as Gorsekit awakened and padded after his littermates. "Oh, I hope they don't cause any trouble", she sighed, sitting up and organizing the fresh moss. The dame bunched up the old, dry moss and began to form a new nest, making sure it was big enough for her kits to move around in.

Quickflame stopped grooming himself and stood up as Shellpaw left from the dame's den. "Good job!", he told her, flicking her flank with his tail as a sign of approval. "Who else is going hunting?", the tom asked Softwing, as he had zoned off from the camp's activities.

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Currentfur lets out a yawn and lays down. He lazily licks his for paw and swipes it over his ear a couple of times. I ought to do something instead of laying around.