onestar/determined.gentle/tags;cloverkit
the black tom wiped his tongue over his tousled black paw.seeing as the kit was walking off in a sorrow pad,he walked behind the she-kit.onestar leaned his head,flicking his ears,smelling the pain that made cloverkit this way.when they had stopped near the nursery,cloverkit had finally spoken with a puny helpless body build."do you think i will become a good warrior?"onestar blinked,his amber eyes scanning the kit,and spoke directly, "everyone has a different fate.i cannot decide what you will become.but whatever path starclan has chosen for you,i'm sure you'll excell at it.besides,they wouldn't have chosen it just because,now did they?"