Yeah sure let's see how this goes.

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With the cold night Ruffledkit had been more than happy to remain protected in the warmth of Venuslight's fur. He had taken great care to curl up closer to her chest - sometimes her belly would hit him, which he didn't like.

Raggedfur had tried to explain to him multiple times that it was Ruffledkit's younger siblings that were trying to fight him, already showing their warrior spirits. Ruffledkit had fired back with multiple questions - the first one that had sparked that conversation had been 'why is Venuslight eating all the prey? Look how fat she is why can't she share it all with everyone!'. Of course, that had been awkward for Raggedfur to explain, that Venuslight hadn't actually been eating all the prey secretly, and that there were in fact smaller cats inside her.

Of course, Ruffledkit hadn't ever gotten his head around it, but he did try to leave her belly alone.

As he cracked his eyes open - tail fluff had tickled his nose - he saw a starry cat. Not surprising. The dark-furred cat, with stars in his fur, was little wonder to the kit. It was a StarClan cat - they walked among the clan literally everyday. Ruffledkit had assumed it was dead family members running beside their sons and daughters once more, unnoticed by them. No one ever seemed to listen to him when he spoke about these starry cats. He was a kit, he was always passed off as playing games - but that was his special gift. He could see the dead, and he could talk to them.

Ears pricked in interest at this dark cat, Ruffledkit carefully left the warmth of Venuslight's fur. She didn't seem to stir, but he was also running after the starry cat, out of the nursery, very quickly.

When he got out into the crisp air, the starry cat vanished. Again! That's the third sunrise in a row! Ruffledkit sat down grumpily, then promptly jumped up again. The ground was cold! Where was his father? Or Featherpaw - his father's brother! He and Twigheart always welcomed him in the elder's den, and Featherpaw would sometimes let him curl up on top of him even if he was getting a bit big for that.

"Featherpaw! Twigheart! I saw another star-furred cat!" He exclaimed, bounding across camp to the elder's den. Featherpaw would usually dismiss his claims, though at least he humoured him by asking questions. This cat though, Featherpaw had genuinely seemed interested in.
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Bah

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