Private Camp WHO COULD WIN A RABBIT 𖤓 faithkit

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SUNKIT SUNKIT

radiant
ThunderClan
Kit
8
0
Freshkill
60
Pronouns
HE / HIM
SUNKIT

HE / HIM
4 MOONS
THUNDERCLAN KIT

PENNED BY SATURNID
"Hiya Faithstar," Sunkit croons, tilting the name into something like birdsong. He catches her just as she leaves the nursery - himself having risen at dawn - moves his steps to match the beat of her own, circling. "You were - when we were playing, you made a pretty good leader. Betcha got all kinds of special games in the medicine den, right?" He delivers a touch of flattery, eyes bright. "Like, playing medicine cat but with real - real... um, medicine?" A pause, a blink, a jogging of his memory. "Herbs." He emphasizes the proper word once he's caught it, then skips along to his next sentence. A few bounding paces closer, and his grin widens.

She's a curious creature. Shy and sickly, havig grown in a place he himself is barred from. She reminds Sunkit of faer sister, in many ways, and that only draws fae closer. The difference, of course, is that fae knows Moonkit like the back of faer paw, and yet Faithkit is a mystery. He wants to peel back that shivering exterior and see what lies underneath. But of course, the other kit is too timid to question outright. So, he keeps with the familiar: "Know any good games, new kit? Betcha got games I haven't even heard of - and I know all-all-all the ones we play out here, hehe!"
OOC: @Faithkit