SOMETHING SENSIBLE ☆ o, responsibilities course

[RHINESTONE.]

LEADER ❝ RHINE ❞ PALMCLAN

What me. The question presented by Foamkit caused Rhinestone to pause, his pale gaze drifting over to the boy who was like a surrogate son to him. In many ways, Foamkit had no duties to speak of, considering his current position as a kit. However, Foam was also advancing fairly fast for his age, and Rhine couldn't deny that promotion had come up a couple of times in his head, even if it was just up to Waverunner. It took him a moment before he spoke, an awkward little chuckle leaving him as he shook his head, "Well, that's an interesting question, Foamkit. I've never actually had a kit ask me that before..." Most of the time, kits around Palmclan were simply instructed by their mothers on how their lives would go until apprenticehood, and while they were always trying to press their limits, they knew how things would go. They would remain in the nursery, play and interact with other kits and members of the clan, and would be taken care of, until eventually they were old enough to be independent. Foam had never had that, considering he had just been left for them to find.

With his tail flicking behind him, Rhinestonestar looked down in thought for a moment before he began to explain, "You're... well, you're a kit. Within Palmclan, kits aren't really expected to do much, since they're still being taken care of by everyone, and still growing. The same is true for you, but it'll only be a couple of moons before it's time for you to be an apprentice. When that happens, you'll move into the apprentice den, and be assigned a mentor, like Quasar has Vaas. For now, your only duty is just to remain safe until then – and hopefully afterwards, obviously. I know it's not terribly exciting, but nobody here wants any kits to get hurt. And I definitely don't want you putting yourself in harm's way." As if to drive his point home, the ruddy feline leaned over, pressing his nose gently to Foamkit's head with a faint smile. He had a loving gleam to his pale blue eyes, and it was clear that he was proud of his son, even if the other was still just a kit. He was proud of all of his family, unable to believe that he had ever gotten so lucky with them.

NEVER OPENED MYSELF THIS WAY
LIFE IS OURS, WE LIVE IT OUR WAY

— Reggan