─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── .. ˖ ⌇ Anticipation. . . . Gabbrokit sat inside the nursery. His muzzle sticking out of the entrance as he peered out into the clan. 5 moons old. That's how old he was! And what did that intell exactly? Well! He... Didn't know! . . . Buuuut! One thing for certain. It was a good thing! A very, very, very, very, /very/- (did he say very?) good thing! It had to be! After all, the cats of Iceclan when they gather around always look so... Happy. Thrilled even! (-its hard to make out cats' faces when not up close.) And the chanting? The cheers! He can partially hear them now! ' ' Gabbrokit! ' ' ' ' Gabbrokit! ' ' ' ' Gabbrokit..! ' ' . . . They... will also cheer for him. -Right? /Right/...! ˖ ⌇ ..
