ON MY GARBAGE TRUCK ☆ MEETING 08/30

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[i]CALLING THE WORLD FROM ISOLATION

WEEPINGKIT  —  PALMCLAN

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While Weepingkit was still not formerly acquainted with a majority of the clan yet, being mostly with the other kits or his brother, he thought it make sense that he'd show up for their meetings. He was old enough to at least kind of understand what was discussed, being just two months away from apprenticeship, and he liked to hear what his older brother had to say. Being there made him feel like he was a part of something important. And he kind of was - it was important, after all, to know what was going on even if he didn't completely understand it. And so he approaches the crowd quietly, ears perked as he listens to his brother's words. He plops himself down by himself, tail curled around his paws.

He shuffles silently as his own name is called among the many that were, blinking as his brother pauses, seeming to have even more to discuss. At least there seemed to be a lot going on. Maybe he could help out with whatever was happening!