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Silenkit lay curled snugly in her nest, her amber eyes closed against the warm sun. It was late in the morning, but Silentkit didn't feel like getting up.
She had already decided that her life was boring, so what was the point in getting up? She lay thinking about that for a while, and decided that she could just as well try to make it a little bit better.
Silentkit got up and stretched her long, black legs. She washed her paws carefully, trying to decide what she wanted to do.

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It was a sad fate; almost no activity in the glorious clan she had been lucky in gaining access to, rendered her feeling obsolete. Heaving a sigh, the soft charcoal-gray and white she-cat resumed padding through the eerily silent camp. Not even the kits were making any actual noise, and this was a rarity with the small bundles of energy. Olive green-gray eyes adverting from the ground, they lifted skywards and then towards the dens, drifting past the entrances with a somewhat forlorn look.

It was just as she was passing the nursery, that movement caught the corner of her eye. Dragging her agile body to a stop, she squinted past the brambles and the crisp shadows, barely catching the flick of a bright pink tongue. “Afternoon?” Her voice came out low and somewhat unsure; it hadn’t been used in some time, and the surprising find of young life in the nursery, was quite the surprise on such a bland looking day.

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Silentkit almost jumped, but as able to contain herself at the sight of the cat. She hadn't expected anyone to disturb her, and would have liked it if she could be left alone.
Making sure her voice betrayed no emotions, she said coldly, "Hello, what do you want?"
Forcing her amber eyes not to look down, Silentkit stared bluntly at the other cat.

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The rudeness of the young kit both irritated and amused her. Head cocking to the side, Ashenpaw’s ears perked at the icy tone that was swiftly dealt. A small smile graced her muzzle, the tip of an ivory fang protruding from under her lip. “I’d like for you to be a little more polite, kit. Or do you not have any manners?” She spoke calmly; a curious light brightening her olive-gray eyes, gray-and-white fur shifting as she silently flexed her claws, making small furrows into the loose soil.

The hostility that the small kit expressed against her clanmate was astonishing and repulsive. Her eyes narrowed in speculation, ears drawing back as she straightened herself out. She minutely wondered if her comment would provoke even more rudeness from the bipolar-sounding she-kit.

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The wind sent a ripple down her fur, and Silentkit twitched her tail nervously. She wasn't used to talking to other cats, she didn't want to. But when she first was in this situation, she might as well get herself out of it. Should she act the role of humble kit, or keep on with the rudeness?
"I guess I don't," she mumbled clumsily, but knew the second she said it, that she shouldn't have. If only she could be more tactful, more trusting, maybe she wouldn't have to drive everybody that approached her away like this.