| Honeykit |
Male | ??? Moons Old | PetalClan Kit | Bengal Mix | Location: Nursery | Mentions: Foxflower, Moss'strike, Hollykit

At first, the ginger tom had been calmly resting at the nest. He would watch as his siblings tripped over themselves as they attempted to the simple act of walking. The Bengal mix's nose would twitch as he observed, watchful blue-green eyes wide in anticipation. It was a boring act, sitting around all day in the nursery. Especially when Honeykit realized the outer world behind the close walls of the den after he opened his eyes. There were many scents, cats, colors! He wanted to see them all! Alas, he couldn't walk. Not quite yet. He had tried to earlier but it only ended up with him on the ground, falling so hard on his face that his jaw clenched shut at his tongue.

It was a humbling experience. One where he decided he had enough and ended up by his mother, ears flattened all the way to his head. However, at the source of a new voice, his head immediately lifted. Honeykit's fur at his back began bristling and he got up only to stumble back down. As soon as he took note of his sister getting closer to the unknown figure, the eldest of the litter immediately got back up and wobbled over with shaky legs. He would look up at the stranger and hiss, eyes narrowed into tiny slits. It was a warning to step away from his sister. Maybe he should recognize the figure but he didn't. However, something about his voice was nostalgic in a way that he couldn't quite place.

| Honeykit |
Male | ??? Moons Old | PetalClan Kit | Bengal Mix | Location: Nursery | Mentions: Foxflower, Moss'strike, Hollykit, Thawkit, Dovekit

As the strange tom beckoned down to give his sister affection, Honeykit lashed forward, hitting the stranger with a paw. It was sheathed, no claws in sight. Still, it made a soft smacking sound as it made contact with the tom's face. His tail lashed out angrily and a hiss would escape him. His ears would perk up instinctively as the stranger spoke his name. It made him uneasy and a low growl would escape him. Still, no response would follow. While Honeykit was considered to be a pretty fast grower when it came to physical development, he was rather slow on the verbal part of it. He wasn't a very vocal kit, only really uttering growls or hisses when he felt threatened. Other times, he would give the occasional purr. That was about it though.

At the sound of a yowl behind him, Honeykit would quickly turn. There was fear and a desire to protect that consumed him. However, he relaxed after he realized that it had just been his brother. A huff of relief would escape his nose before he would turn back to the mostly orange tom, an unimpressed scowl on his face. Why was he here? He wasn't welcomed! Whoever this stranger was. Why wasn't his mother doing anything about it?

| Honeykit |
Male | ??? Moons Old | PetalClan Kit | Bengal Mix | Location: Nursery | Mentions: Foxflower, Moss'strike, Hollykit, Thawkit, Dovekit

Despite his mother's initial explanation, it just made the confusion ten times worst. All Honeykit could really do was tilt his head to the side and look at his mother. There was adoration behind his blue-green eyes. He truly trusted his mother. To him, she could do no wrong. But what was all of this about some 'father'? What was that? Apparently, the tom right in front of him, the one who he smacked, was just that. A 'father'. His 'father'. It took him a while to comprehend the words that his mother spoke. 'No' and 'Harm'. Looking back up at the tom, after a bit of analyzing, he took note that the tom hadn't come to hurt anyone. His eyebrows would raise suspiciously. He trusted his mother's word. He didn't trust this stranger.

Honeykit turned around to walk back towards his mother only to fall flat on his face again. Right, wobbly legs, learning how to walk. Honeykit had gotten so fired up that he had completely forgotten to think about walking. He had been doing it though! Taking a few steps forwards without tripping! However, his mind was so distracted, that it had come like second nature to him. Now, he was overthinking every step and was now on the ground. He lifted his head up and growled in frustration, wiping his face with a paw. His ears were pinned back and he would look through the corner of his eye at this supposed 'Foxflower'. Embarrassment would fill him. Had he seen his stumble?