Rosekit
Male / 3 Moons / ThunderClan / Sexuality Unknown
Chocolate-brown and russet tabby Tom with fluffy fur and bright amber eyes, thin scars on his legs and a wide scar across the bottom half of his face

“Sure, I’ve got half a face, but you’ve got yourself half a brain, so I’m sure we’ll get along just fine, ey?”
~Rosekit

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Rosekit felt the waking world begin to drag him out of sleep, but he refused to open his eyes. It had been such a peaceful sleep… why must it end now, right when his dreams were getting to enjoyable? He shut his eyes as tightly as he could in a desperate attempt to drift back off into sleep, but his consciousness was already coming back too quickly to be stopped. He felt a twist of annoyance clench his stomach, and miserable, the russet kit opened his eyes. His vision began to clear, and once he could make out the setting of the nursery without it being a simple messy blur of various colors, his tired stare snapped into a glare. Ah, stars dang it- He thought, clawing at the moss in irritation. I’ve always got myself waaay too much energy to sleep. I hate being a stupid kit, nothing feels right!

Of course, this wasn’t the first time reality had yanked Rosekit violently out of a comfortable sleep, so he was used to it, and he got over the majority of his sorrow quickly as he slumped up into all fours. Shaking stray bits off moss from his tabby pelt, Rosekit blinked the final bits of sleep from his gaze, preparing to leave the nursery and go off on his daily walk around the ThunderClan camp. Fine, fine- life hates me, but so what? Once I’m an apprentice, I’m sure I’ll manage as much sleep as I want- or hey, better yet- I’ll have so much awesome work to do that I won’t even need sleep! Ah, what a wonderful life…

The tom-kit stepped out and way from his nest, taking a long look around the nursery. Naturally there was nothing new going on- just queens and kits living their lives, sitting around in the stillness of the nursery. Rosekit, somehow both
accepting and utterly disappointing in the normality of the nursery, took a deep breath. Hey, looking on the brightest side in this boring darkness… Rosekit started to think, turning his attention to the nursery entrance. There’s always the option to stomp on some innocent queen’s tail and get screamed at. That’s always pretty interesting.

Fortunately, something distracted the little tom before he found the chance to send his paw crashing down on any innocent queens’ tails, noticing a familiar shape peek into the kit-crowded den. With puzzled amber eyes, Rosekit squinted at it, eventually recognizing it as the face of one of ThunderClan’s medicine cats, Drizzlecloud. Once he properly identified the she-cat, Rosekit’s confusion disappeared, and he returned to his usual bored state. Oh. Just the Plant Extremist, He told himself. I guess she’s actually got places to be and things to do, unlike us extra mouths, running around and tumbling over our parents’ tails and paws. No fair, honestly…

When Drizzlecloud quietly called out that she was simply coming to check in on the nursery, Rosekit gave into his boredom. Why not talk to one of ThunderClan’s goddesses of herbs? He winded back and forth through the nursery, dodging kits and queens until he reached the area in front of the medicine cat, preparing some questions and queries as he walked. What was a conversation without a foundation? And of course, he couldn’t just go up and argue with the medicine cat like he was Clan leader… no, she was too important for that. Although he didn’t like to admit it, Rosekit was too frightened of Drizzlecloud’s position and authoritative position to misbehave in the way he did the rest of his clanmates. Once he reached her, he grunted and tried to make eye contact.

“Oh- well, hello, ma’am. It’s Rosekit- I have a question!” His voice was unusually high-pitched when he spoke to her- Rosekit had noticed it doing that whenever he tried to speak to warriors and other adults lately. It made him feel small and awkward, but he shook the thought from his head and moved on, getting to his very, very necessary question. “So, like- I’ve been thinkin’ lately, thinkin’ about leaves!” Conveniently and stupidly, Rosekit lost his train of words right there at ‘thinkin’ about leaves’ and staring up at the medicine cat awkwardly, silently begging the question to come back to him. After a painful moment of silence, it returned, and he asked away without hesitation. “Well- I mean- herbs. I’ve been thinkin’ about some herbs, that’s better. I’ve got a question. Uh- what’s the nastiest herb? Like, what tastes the worst, right? I thought maybe you’d know, being the Plant Extre- sorry- Medicine Cat and all.”

The truth was, Rosekit had not been thinkin’ about leaves- or herbs, for that matter- at all recently. It just felt like a good conversation starter to him. So he stood there proudly, completely forgetting about his mildly awkward mistake, waiting for the answer he barely cared to hear. He was sure that if he could get on the most important cats’ good sides, he’d be just fine bothering everybody else whenever he felt like it. This, of course, was quite inaccurate, but Rosekit was feeling to happy with his strange question to care. So instead, he waited in silence, hoping that his sarcasm wouldn’t break out of him and ruin the medicine cat’s first impression of him as a character. It was back to waiting, the activity he suffered on the daily.

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// Throwing in Rosekit here- it’s a miracle he isn’t throwing his overconfidence at somebody’s face at the moment, so I’ll give him credit for that. \\
@Omari