A hybrid. Hybrids weren't unusual back where Lovekit was from, especially considering the fact that he and his littermates were all hybrids. The boy had come to realize, however, that Palmclan wasn't actually used to hybrids, nor were they used to other more unusual creatures. The clan had adapted to a couple of non-felines thus far, but they were still growing, and Lo found himself more commonly surprised by what they hadn't seen. Even though Love wasn't particularly hurting to leave Palmclan anytime soon, he couldn't lie and say he hadn't missed seeing some creatures more like himself, so Medusa's presence was... a comfort, actually. Maybe some would see that as odd, but Lo felt a connection between them, even if it was just from one hybrid creature to another.

On some level, Lo knew that he wasn't actually supposed to be out of camp. The clan frowned upon children just exploring on their own, and he had been made quite clear of that. However, the child liked to think himself special, considering he was bigger and stronger than the other kits of the domestic feline variety. So, he showed little shame in following after Sugarspice, a grin coming to his muzzle as he spotted Medusa. The other hybrid was incredibly unique looking, and Lovekit nearly stumbled over his slightly overlarge paws as he raced his way over. He knew that Sugar was dealing with the important stuff of Medusa being around – such as perhaps welcoming her into the group, or figuring out her intentions – but he cared little for all of that. With his short tail wagging enthusiastically back and forth behind him, the hybrid said cheerfully, "I know you didn't ask my name exactly, but I'm Lovekit! You look really cool... do you come from someplace really cool? Cause Palmclan is a place like that, and where I'm from..." Even though he had only been in the clan briefly, Palmclan had unintentionally become a bit of a second home for the boy. It offered him an escape from the grief he had been feeling before – not to mention the fact that he didn't actually know how to get back to The Typhoon from here.

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Pretty name, by the way. Medusa's words were enough to make Love's eyes light up, and he silently wished his mother had been around to hear them. After all, it had been her and Sam's decision to name him Lovekit, and he had always thought it was a good one. With Foamkit's approaching presence, Lo only found himself happy and emboldened, glad to see his friend around once again – especially since it seemed that Foam hadn't immediately pegged Medusa as an enemy. Turning his bright green gaze back to the newcomer in question, Lovekit let his tail wag freely behind him, the hybrid saying simply, "Your home wasn't all that cool...? Well, that's alright. If you want, I'm sure that you could make here your home! Sugarspice is really nice, and so is everybody else... and I'm sure Rhinestonestar would let you in. Although right now he's off at the boardwalk... making sure we don't have anymore rat problems." He thought that Rhine's ultimate goal at the boardwalk was rather valiant, even if he found himself worried. After all, hadn't Sugarspice and the others said they were supposed to be back by now...?

Shaking that from his mind, Lo instead focused on Foamkit, casually patting a paw between the other boy's shoulderblades. As he did so, he proclaimed proudly to Medusa, "Foamkit may be small, but he's already really strong. He even managed to take me down in a battle once." That wasn't actually all that impressive, even with Lovekit's larger than average size – not to mention the fact that Lo had let Foam win – but the Typhooner happened to fancy himself a rather great fighter. After all, he was descended from two of the best.

Brief the falter, edges falling as parted mouth in show of surprise, manner pale muscle slipped forth exposing a split tip an unexpected development. His own came to extend as far as was possible, the barbed surface was not within his line of vision, however, grown cross eyed in his attempt to gaze upon it. Of course he did not bear the same, nor even similar, properties and disappointment was voiced in a heavy exhale through flared nostrils. Withdrawn his tongue once more, necessary for other things as it were, yet cut off his chance to speak aloud his query.

Small.

Certain the ease with which one may gauge such, within such a tender time as that he occupied growth was steady though time was necessary all the same. The strands along his spine bristled at perceived slight, smoothed in part by sudden pressure against raised shoulders, confusion alighting in vision turning towards origin. Once more softened visage marred beneath growing anger — too strong such, more befitting possibly mere annoyance, more tentative the smile he turned to Medusa. Lost many of that which Lo spoke, his inflection enough to impart a basic premise, high pitched the lilting squeak Foam voiced with head held high.

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