#percil

He gazed down at the smaller kit, ears laying back. Even though he wouldn’t often admit it, he enjoyed having the other kits in the same nursery, but now a lot of them seemed to be leaving or they had their Ceremony. He hadn’t thought much about any of the tribes, only really Light-Tribe and Shadow-Tribe. Though, he wouldn’t say it out loud, but he didn’t really want t be a healer. He feared he would disappoint Ktori if he told him this so he kept it to himself. He wanted to be a Soldier, and protect his tribe. But there were other tribes that seemed nice. Air-Tribe, Earth-Tribe and Fire-Tribe all seemed nice. Water-Tribe sounded terrifying, and Void-Tribe… Lisha and him had spent nights talking about tribes and they had both agreed Void-Tribe wasn’t so great.

“Well, Typhoon, I’m sure there’s a possibility we’ll go to the same Tribe. I only have five, sort of four, in my sights. But we’ll only find out at our Ceremony, right?”

He winced a bit at the mention of their Ceremony. After witnessing the last one, he wasn’t too sure how excited he was to go back. Seeing even a glimpse of Yvaine’s broken body… it had altered the young kit.

“We’ll visit as much as we can! It’ll be great.”