Saphirestar turned back towards the temporary camp. It had come so close to being a fight. The cats could not aford fighting, yet. There were so few warriors. They would have to move again, soon.
'Cloudstorm! Help organise the camp. We're leaving before sunrise.'
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Personality: A bouncy bundle of fluff, Dustkit alway seems to be getting into trouble. He often refuses to do what he is told, and is very, very subborn. Haing little respect for the clan bounderies, he is always wandering into the wrong places at the wrong times. Once he has made up his mind to do something, there is no changing it. He will soon be old enough to become an apprentice, but many cats are a bit sceptical about how ready he is for it.
Name: Dustkit
Look: Grey coat with spotted with dark brown markings, white marking just above his nose. Light blue eyes, so light they are almost grey.
History: Umm, nothing special.
Age: Nearly six moons old
Rank: Kit
Clan: Streamclan