RiverClan Nursery

[Dreams of forever]

"Ngh..." Ripplekit slowly woke up.
"Come on before mom wakes up!" She prodded her litter mate

[Ripplekit]

"Come on before mom wakes up!" She prodded her litter mate

"Ugh, why now? Why can't we wait?"

[Dreams of forever]

"Ugh, why now? Why can't we wait?"
"It's night time! Come on it'll be fun!" She whispered pawing her sister

[Ripplekit]

"It's night time! Come on it'll be fun!" She whispered pawing her sister

"Ok, fine..." Ripplekit decides to get up

[Dreams of forever]

"Ok, fine..." Ripplekit decides to get up
Mistkit slowly climbed over sundew,"Now just like that don't touch her or she'll wake up." Mistkit informed her sister

[Ripplekit]

Mistkit slowly climbed over sundew,"Now just like that don't touch her or she'll wake up." Mistkit informed her sister

Ripplekit jumped over Sundew instead

[Dreams of forever]

Ripplekit jumped over Sundew instead
Mistkit ran to the nursery entrance

[SuspiciousMindz]

Fernkit twitched his ears with annoyance. "You're not fun." He stated. His fur began to bristle, he can't believe what this kit just said about Starclan! He closed his eyes for a few moments, trying to take control over his temper. This cat was really beginning to get onto his nerves but he needed to be quiet otherwise they would get caught. He sighed and sat down, "How about in the morning? Will you go out with me then? When it isn't going to rain so hard." He said in a slightly irritated voice.
"I suppose that would be better. I mean, why are you so anxious to go out into the clearing anyway? There's plenty of fun things to do in here so why not just stay in here and play a game?" she asked, tilting her head a little bit. Coalkit wasn't one for going out and exploring too much. She'd normally do it on her own or while she knows no one's watching her so closely. She also didn't normally do it with other kits. Other cats in general. She liked being on her own and thinking. She loved observing and learning from her surroundings, it was just who she was. That was her idea of fun. "We both have different definitions of fun too," she spoke, her big yellow hues studying the way the other kit's fur bristled a little. Why? Was this another cat that happened to be sensitive to the Starclan topic? It wouldn't surprise her anyway. She didn't want to bring it up to Fernkit, seeing as it would be a waste of breath, though she'd continue on with it if he happened to press into her beliefs. She'd defend herself though. Coalkit was notorious for doing her own thing and being blunt.

[Clover]

Blossomkit was used to being on her own. She was laughed at; of course she was, what cat her age was still in the nursery? Her. That was the answer. Her. Thank goodness those were those few life-saving friends who she hung onto. But right now? They were talking to someone else, she assumed... either that or they were getting ready for their own ceremonies. Blossomkit? No thanks, she was going to stay here and stay low. Forever. Thank goodness she was still small enough to pass as a kit. She was apprentice age. But she would not leave the nursery until she was good and ready, no way. She didn't want to risk her life for her Clan yet. She didn't want to have to learn to fight and hunt. Even now whenever she saw the dead fish and furry creatures in the fresh kill pile, it made her sad. And yet she ate them because she would starve if she didn't. Her blue hues caught sight of a cat who was smiling. But-- something was wrong with his eyes. What did he have to smile about? Curiosity peaked, the fluffy kit cautiously approached the other cat.

Despite being blind, Cygnetkit had excellent spatial memory and awareness; he had to, or else he'd never be able to navigate. He smelled the other kit first, but he wasn't so sure of that. While most kits had a very sweet, almost pungent earthy smell, she had something more unique. The strange she-kit smelled more like a flower or plant; more like an adult, but she still retained the milky after-scent of a kit. An apprentice, maybe? His small head perked, and he let out a mew of confusion. Her footsteps were cautious; slow, deliberate, each making as little noise as he assumed she could manage. "Hello?" he squeaked, his voice high and tenor, yet still inviting; it was obviously not confrontational and showed he just wanted to know more. His pale amber eyes were misty; they never seemed to clear, yet they still glowed with verdant brightness and emotion, like a sun through clouds. "Who are you?"he mewed softly, stubby tail swishing happily.

[Bumble]

Bubblekit walked into the nursery and sniffed the air. She looked around the nursery and sat down. She started grooming herself.
(First post, not much I know)

[Empress Of Evil]

Hawkkit had laid in a corner, having to just woken up. He rested in an empty mossy nest, his nose twitching. Since he was not allowed to leave the nursery, still being a kit, the tom had tried wasting his days by sleeping, hoping that the next moon would come by quick. Oh, how excited he was to become an apprentice! He would finally be six moons, the age to start his training. That was the one, and only thing he was looking forward to. The only downside to that was, he would hardly be able to see his best friend, Mockingkit as she had to wait two more moons to become an apprentice. Though the tom had promised himself that he would see her daily. The advantages of living in the same clan.

At the moment, he was deep in thought. Worried and fawning over the future. He wondered who his future mentor would be--good or evil? Would he make any friends? Any enemies? Would his mentor be impressed by his skills? Oh, how he had skills! In his opinion anyway. Hawkkit tried his best. His absolute best at winning any challenges. Challenges was his favorite, and he never cheated on one. He was too prideful for that. Though he wasn't the easiest kit to get along with.

Not many cats would know what pushed the tom's buttons, but yet, they wouldn't care. Hawkkit would get mad quickly. Ferociously anger over the simplest of things. Anger issues, known to others, but to Hawkkit, that was simply who he was, and he was quite proud, yet unhappy about it. From his corner of the nursery, he could make out a familiar face, looking distant, yet focused. He wanted to chuckle at her, and get up to talk to her, but his bones felt lazy, and he was quite comfortable in his spot. So, he laid his eyes on her and watched her. His yellow hues looking at her with pure interest.

She was an interesting kit indeed, if he dared admit. He was surprised that she became his best friend. She was the antidote to make him calm from an angry state. This was because he could relate to her in some way. He never seen her socialize with the other kits, not even he dared to do the same. What was the point of small talk anyway? Small talk was certainly a waste of time in the tom's opinion. Aside from that, he never truly met anyone that interesting to him. Except for Mockingkit. She wasn't as bouncy as the other kits. More mellow, and calm. More interesting.

Just so, he was watching her twiddle with a moss on her claws. Looking at it, trying to figure out what she's going to do with it. At this point, Hawkkit gets up from the nest, and he stretches, leaning down to extend his claws. He was contemplating about talking to her. Something he did everyday and found humor in it as well. She was the better company, the better cat, the less annoying cat. Before he could even make his move, she had already appeared before him. Her tone was dull, but that had not mattered. Her eyes displayed her emotions clearly.

''Hey, Mockingkit!'' In contrast to her, the tom's voice was light and friendly. It was how he acted whenever he was around her. He was happy to be around her. To be her friend. The tom let out another yawn, drawing sleep away from his eyes. He hopped out the nest he was laying in, and landed in front of Mockingkit. His head went from one side of the nursery to the other, observing the surroundings, and the queens. Their kits, some younger, some older. The smell of strong milk hit his noise, and he didn't know whether he would miss it, having to become accustomed to it, or ready to leave it behind in hopes of never having to return to the smell.

He knew he would have to return to the scent at some point in his life. Especially when he's an apprentice, and he would leave his best friend behind. It sucked that she would stay in the nursery, and he would be out...free...but he wasn't going to be free without the orange tabby in front of him. His smile widened as he lightly nudged her with his paw, ''Bored as usual, I could tell.'' It should had been a question, for he didn't know how she really felt, but from the way she was playing with that moss, not really giving any enthusiasm for it, he possibly guessed right that she had been bored.

It was quite amusing to him. Everything about her was amusing, and he wondered how ever could such a cat bring fun to his life, when they both seemed like the bland type of cats? The tom shook his pelt from the clinging moss, and he sat down on his haunches. If only they could do something for the day, but what would that be? Being confined in nursery walls were never his thing. But. As he looked at the orange tabby once more, he knew that he would be far from boredom once they start sharing their pathetic gossip and poor jokes. Which of both he was pleasantly fond of.



Even if she would never admit it, the she-cat knew that she would miss Hawkkit dearly when he left her to join the other apprentice’s in the apprentice’s den. She knew that he would still visit her, but even so it meant that she wouldn’t have someone to poke at every time she was feeling bored, and that happened quite often. Hawkkit would be enjoying life, learning about the ways of a warrior and she would be stuck in the nursery for yet another moon, awaiting the day that she could join in on the fun. Mockingkit knew she would probably feel envy crashing over her in waves every time that Hawkkit decided to boast about his training sessions. Every new apprentice seemed to do that. Even if her best friend wasn’t an apprentice yet, she could already tell what was going to happen.

Sometimes, Mockingkit found herself fretting over the smallest of things. And normally, it was rare to find this orange tabby worrying over something, for she cared little for half the things in the world. And one particular thing that she had worried about many times, was the future of the friendship that she and Hawkkit had. When the tom left her to become an apprentice, would their friendship fade away? Would he start spending more time with some other cat and break off all contact with her? Mockingkit didn’t like admitting anything, but she knew that would struggle if he did leave her. He was one of the few friends that she had. And he wasn’t just any old friend, he was her best friend. Who else would she tease and prod at when she was bored? That was the point, there would be no one. Everyone else was of little interest to her. They were all too jumpy. She preferred to stay cool, calm and collected. She wasn’t the kind of cat to laugh at every joke that was shared. She only laughed at the jokes that a specific few cats spoke and even so she was picky as to which jokes she decided to laugh at.

Despite her calm nature, all it could take was one rude statement and Mockingkit would immediately turn against you. She was a she-cat with a fiery temper and she was not to be messed with. She might appear mundane and dormant on the outside, but the flame inside of her could be ignited within a second. All it took was a bit of motivation and she would be on to you, spitting insults and making sure your life turned into hell. As harsh as it could be, Mockingkit found at yelling at another cat entertained her. The nursery was a place with hardly anything to do, so the occasional argument kept her from tearing the place into pieces. Anger drove her when she was disrespected. Mockingkit strongly believes that every cat deserves to have their opinion heard and respected, although some cats found that that was quite a hard feat. When cats interrupted her or said that her ideas and thoughts were stupid, she didn’t let it slip away. She was headstrong and also believed that they to shouldn’t be allowed to get away with something just like that.

Out the corner of her eye, Mockingkit could see that Hawkkit was watching her from his nest, however she didn’t turn her head to face him. Creep, she thought, nearly snorting in amusement. Both she and her best friend were similar in many ways. For example, they were relatively bland cats. They also didn’t socialise that much with their fellow clanmates, and they both got fired up easily. Perhaps that was why they were best friends. They were both so similar that they just had to be friends. If Mockingkit were any other cat, she wouldn’t see herself becoming friends with herself or Hawkkit. But even if most cats found the two of them boring, she didn’t care. She liked the way that she was, she had a personality and if she didn’t like socialising, then so be it. And even if she didn’t like socialising, Mockingkit wasn’t completely shut off to the rest of the world. She was always up to date with the latest gossip, which is something that most would never have thought. She wasn’t deaf and she wasn’t blind, so she might as well make good use of her senses to eavesdrop and steal glances at others.

As Mockingkit had spoken to her best friend, she had heard the dullness and boredom in her voice. It wasn’t like she cared though. The she-cat wasn’t a very emotional cat when she spoke. She didn’t purposely try to sound cheerful and friendly even if she did feel happy to see a cat, as she preferred to let her eyes do the speaking instead. Emotions were a complicated thing, and if she could choose, Mockingkit would probably decide that life was better off without emotions. But without emotions, what were cats? Creatures without any sense. The world would be free of guilt, anger, sadness and all those negative feelings. But at the same time, there were some glorious felings that would be missed out on. Like joy, happiness, excitement. So perhaps they did need emotions, but wouldn’t it be great to get rid of those negative ones? The ones that caused pain? That would be a great life.

The happiness in Hawkkit’s voice was evident as he responded. Honestly, the she-cat didn’t mind that he sounded so happy to see her. But then again, the she-cat wouldn’t have minded if anyone had sounded so happy to see her. No, it wasn’t because she was proud to think that she was popular, (even if she didn’t think that), she just didn’t care. Unless something was happening to her, Mockingkit just didn’t care what happened to a fellow clanmate. She liked sharing gossip and telling jokes, but only with a few specific cats. She preferred to have a small group of friends, rather than padding around camp searching for new friends every day. As of this day, the orange tabby didn’t care if hardly anyone in the clan knew her. All she wanted, was the thrive and become a great warrior. She’d probably want to become more well recognised in the future. For now, she was happy to keep to herself and not have anyone poking their noses into her business. Mockingkit wasn’t a fan of nosey cats. She believed that everyone needed to have some privacy, so that was why she didn’t go around shoving her nose into someone’s business. And even if she didn’t believe that, she still wouldn’t be doing that.

Her golden gaze raked across the nursery for a brief moment, looking around to see what her nursery mates were up to. In one corner there were a bunch of kits play fighting, and in another corner there were two siblings arguing with each other. Other than that, it was relatively quiet, surprisingly. Everyone must be out playing moss ball or something, Mockingkit thought, her eyes soon becoming bored as she returned her gaze to her best friend. The orange tabby had actually managed to grow a bit of a liking to the game moss ball. It was surprising addictive once you knew how to play it. It was one of the few games that the kit would actually join in with and play. She liked it, and she would bring herself out of her shell if that was what she had to do to play it.

Mockingkit nodded in response. “Well of course,” she snorted, rolling her golden orbs. Even though her tone was flat and blunt, amusement glimmered in her eyes. It seemed to surprise Mockingkit how she could find such amusement in a tom like Hawkkit. He, like her, was rather bland and the she-cat would never have been able to see just how interesting he was if she were any other cat. Perhaps she just found boring things interesting and found what most thought was interesting, boring. Well, that just seemed to add to Mockingkit’s uniqueness. She was different in many ways to the average cat, and was always surprising herself with what she thought and did. Her friendship Hawkkit in particular, seemed to amuse her.

Looking around, she could see the other kits looking so happy and energetic. Then her gaze carried over to the queens, some were smiling whilst other looked exhausted. Would she ever end up being stuck in the nursery when she was older? Would she become a mother some day? Honestly, the thought didn’t sound very appealing but it was an idea. What would she be like in the future? Would she stay the same and forever be the boring old Mockingkit? Or would she change and become bright and loud? No one could ever predict the future. The future was a complicated thing and it was not to be played around with. But, there were times where the she-cat really just wished that she could see into the future. She wanted to know if she would succeed or fail. The orange tabby wanted to know if perhaps one day she would lead RiverClan. There were so many things that the future had planned for her, she was just so sure of it. But, she didn’t know what she would receive. Would life end up punishing her if she committed a horrible crime? Or would it gift her a great talent? What does the future hold? That was a question that Mockingkit wished she could just ask someone and receive a direct answer. She had heard every now and again in a story shared by a queen, that when a cat received a prophecy, they were never clear. Was the future like a prophecy?

[lone]

Despite being blind, Cygnetkit had excellent spatial memory and awareness; he had to, or else he'd never be able to navigate. He smelled the other kit first, but he wasn't so sure of that. While most kits had a very sweet, almost pungent earthy smell, she had something more unique. The strange she-kit smelled more like a flower or plant; more like an adult, but she still retained the milky after-scent of a kit. An apprentice, maybe? His small head perked, and he let out a mew of confusion. Her footsteps were cautious; slow, deliberate, each making as little noise as he assumed she could manage. "Hello?" he squeaked, his voice high and tenor, yet still inviting; it was obviously not confrontational and showed he just wanted to know more. His pale amber eyes were misty; they never seemed to clear, yet they still glowed with verdant brightness and emotion, like a sun through clouds. "Who are you?"he mewed softly, stubby tail swishing happily.
Somewhere, somewhere before she knew she had seen the mistyness that was showing in the other kit's eyes. Somewhere before she had seen that expression on his features, like... like he was trying to see her-- but he can't, she suddenly realized. Blossomkit had never formally met a blind cat before. And, to be honest, it surprised her. Cocking her head ever so slightly to the side, she sat down, wrapping her tiny tail around her paws like a blanket. The fluffy fur covered them, giving her a sense of security; though how that was so secure to her was uncertain. "Um-m... hi," She mewed. Wait-- yes, she had said the right word. Good. "I'm... I'm, uh.. Blossomkit." And gotten her name right. So far so good. She hadn't messed a simple introduction up in a long time, though. And probably never would. "You are who? I mean, heh... are you-- I mean who are you?" And there ended the winning streak. So much for her better sounding voice. Maybe things would be better in a couple of moons. Why did she smell like flowers now? Where'd I get that, anyways? Perhaps it was from the flower-patch her friend had shown her earlier. That had to be it.

[Ixliora]

Cherrykit hopped over to the fish. She immediately leaped backwards, the smell grossing her out. "Yuck! What is that!?" she mewed super loudly and enthusiastically.

[BluBunnie]

"I suppose that would be better. I mean, why are you so anxious to go out into the clearing anyway? There's plenty of fun things to do in here so why not just stay in here and play a game?" she asked, tilting her head a little bit. Coalkit wasn't one for going out and exploring too much. She'd normally do it on her own or while she knows no one's watching her so closely. She also didn't normally do it with other kits. Other cats in general. She liked being on her own and thinking. She loved observing and learning from her surroundings, it was just who she was. That was her idea of fun. "We both have different definitions of fun too," she spoke, her big yellow hues studying the way the other kit's fur bristled a little. Why? Was this another cat that happened to be sensitive to the Starclan topic? It wouldn't surprise her anyway. She didn't want to bring it up to Fernkit, seeing as it would be a waste of breath, though she'd continue on with it if he happened to press into her beliefs. She'd defend herself though. Coalkit was notorious for doing her own thing and being blunt.

Fernkit took a few moments to answer, "Well, being outside is a lot more fun because the queens don't get after you as much." He mewed. He liked to have a lot of fun, but he could be a bit rough with others at time. He got into trouble a lot, but it wasn't really on purpose. Fernkit nodded, "I guess so but we can still try and be friends!" He mewed. His mind was swept of all thoughts about Starclan and Coalkits comments, he was more concerned about making her his friend.

[Ixliora]

Cherrykit scooted around the nursery, wanting to go for a swim or even go to the elders den so they could tell her stories. The other kits all thought the stories were boring. It's our clans' history! she thought to herself. What do the other kits do all day? Cherrykit layed down, and day-dreamed that she was a warrior. In her dream she ws in a battle against Thunderclan for territory. "Cherryfall, go sneak-attack those flea pelts!" Russetstar yelled. Cherrykit slowly drifted asleep, and the dream was over.

[Ripplekit]

Mistkit ran to the nursery entrance

Ripple kit followed, wishing he could go back to sleep

[Dreams of forever]

Ripple kit followed, wishing he could go back to sleep
She peeked out and tip toed out into the moonlight,"Let's play!" She whispered

[Ripplekit]

She peeked out and tip toed out into the moonlight,"Let's play!" She whispered

Ripplekit yawned, "isn't it kinda early for that"

[Ixliora]

She peeked out and tip toed out into the moonlight,"Let's play!" She whispered
Cherrykit opened one eye, and spotted Ripplekit. She secretly got up and followed them. She hid behind a bush, and listened to what they were doing. She heard a she-kit whisper to Ripplekit, "Let's Play!" and Cherrykit jumped out of the bush. "I want to play!" she meowed enthusiastically. She then realized that she was HIDING in the bush, and the kits didn't know she had followed them. Her pelt grew hot with embarassment.

[Dreams of forever]

Ripplekit yawned, "isn't it kinda early for that"
Cherrykit opened one eye, and spotted Ripplekit. She secretly got up and followed them. She hid behind a bush, and listened to what they were doing. She heard a she-kit whisper to Ripplekit, "Let's Play!" and Cherrykit jumped out of the bush. "I want to play!" she meowed enthusiastically. She then realized that she was HIDING in the bush, and the kits didn't know she had followed them. Her pelt grew hot with embarassment.
"Woah!" She jumped in surprise,"Well then lets all play but keep it down it's moonhigh and we're not supposed to be out." She mewed in a hushed whisper bouncing around,"How about hide and seek!"

[Ripplekit]

"Woah!" She jumped in surprise,"Well then lets all play but keep it down it's moonhigh and we're not supposed to be out." She mewed in a hushed whisper bouncing around,"How about hide and seek!"

Ripplekit really didn't want to be up, but he did like playing hide and seek. "Ok, I'm in"

[Ixliora]

"Woah!" She jumped in surprise,"Well then lets all play but keep it down it's moonhigh and we're not supposed to be out." She mewed in a hushed whisper bouncing around,"How about hide and seek!"
"Sorry I scared you." Cherrykit whispered. Then she looked up at the moon. Her eyes widened. "It's SO high!" she exclaimed. Then she remembered what they were doing. "I like hide and seek." she mewed.

[Dreams of forever]

Ripplekit really didn't want to be up, but he did like playing hide and seek. "Ok, I'm in"
"Sorry I scared you." Cherrykit whispered. Then she looked up at the moon. Her eyes widened. "It's SO high!" she exclaimed. Then she remembered what they were doing. "I like hide and seek." she mewed.
"Since you scared us we hide first!" She mewed darting off, she wandered around camp thinking where to hide, she bounced to the elders den and hid behind a sleeping elder,she won't ever find me! She giggled softly

[Ripplekit]

"Since you scared us we hide first!" She mewed darting off, she wandered around camp thinking where to hide, she bounced to the elders den and hid behind a sleeping elder,she won't ever find me! She giggled softly

Ripplekit had ran into the forest and climbed up into a tree

[Ixliora]

"Since you scared us we hide first!" She mewed darting off, she wandered around camp thinking where to hide, she bounced to the elders den and hid behind a sleeping elder,she won't ever find me! She giggled softly
"Fine!" Cherrykit mewed. "I bet it will be as easy as catching a minnow!"
Cherrykit closed her eyes and counted to 5. Then she said "Ready or Not, Here I come!" She darted off and looked around. She over to the nursery entrance and looked inside ; nothing there! Then she quietly trotted over to the elders den. She looked inside and saw sleeping elders and... what is that? A kit's tail? She padded in quietly and touched her. "Gotcha!" she whispered.

[Ixliora]

Ripplekit had ran into the forest and climbed up into a tree
After Cherrykit found one of the other kits, she ran out of the elders' den and called for Ripplekit. "Ripplekit!" she called. "I found one of the other kits!"

[SuspiciousMindz]

Fernkit took a few moments to answer, "Well, being outside is a lot more fun because the queens don't get after you as much." He mewed. He liked to have a lot of fun, but he could be a bit rough with others at time. He got into trouble a lot, but it wasn't really on purpose. Fernkit nodded, "I guess so but we can still try and be friends!" He mewed. His mind was swept of all thoughts about Starclan and Coalkits comments, he was more concerned about making her his friend.
"I've never had a problem with the queens here. I know what I should and should not be doing. Maybe that's something you should learn sometime. It'll keep you out of trouble," she commented. It was insulting at first, but Coalkit really didn't mean it in that way. That was simply how she talked. Finally, Coalkit gave Fernkit a shrug. "What game do you want to play then? Mossball? Tag? Pounce?" The kit's game list could go on and on, but she kept it short to give Fernkit the option. The mostly ebony feline would really play anything without much complaint. However, she'd correct Fernkit here and there if he started doing things she knew the queens would not appreciate. At this point, it was simply to keep him from continuing to pressure her into going out into the clearing.

[Ripplekit]

After Cherrykit found one of the other kits, she ran out of the elders' den and called for Ripplekit. "Ripplekit!" she called. "I found one of the other kits!"

"Ok" he said, hardly caring

[Ixliora]

"Ok" he said, hardly caring
"Should I come and get you?" she asked curiously.

[Ripplekit]

"Should I come and get you?" she asked curiously.

"I can get down easily, just kinda don't want to"

[BluBunnie]

"I've never had a problem with the queens here. I know what I should and should not be doing. Maybe that's something you should learn sometime. It'll keep you out of trouble," she commented. It was insulting at first, but Coalkit really didn't mean it in that way. That was simply how she talked. Finally, Coalkit gave Fernkit a shrug. "What game do you want to play then? Mossball? Tag? Pounce?" The kit's game list could go on and on, but she kept it short to give Fernkit the option. The mostly ebony feline would really play anything without much complaint. However, she'd correct Fernkit here and there if he started doing things she knew the queens would not appreciate. At this point, it was simply to keep him from continuing to pressure her into going out into the clearing.

The toms ears twitched a bit, "Well, I usually try not to break the rules but sometimes I can be a bit rough sometimes..." Fernkit felt the need to defend himself. He wasn't really a bad kit, he just needed to grow up a bit. He took a few moments to think about her question, "Lets play tag!" He mewed happily.

(Sorry its so short, I typed out a longer response but my tab was closed out..)

[Cherrypelt]

Skykit fell out of the nursery and began to follow the path into the warriors den. Skykit's eyes widen as he saw the den and he grinned and a purred rumbled in his throat. Cherrypelt cocked her head from side to side with a worried look plastered all across her face as he sprinted out of the nursery and searched. When she finally found Skykit she scooped his up and padded toward the nursery and gave him a lecture about how you need to stay in the nursery if you don't have permission by your mother. Skykit dipped his head and padded away and curled up into a sad little ball.

[Clover]

Somewhere, somewhere before she knew she had seen the mistyness that was showing in the other kit's eyes. Somewhere before she had seen that expression on his features, like... like he was trying to see her-- but he can't, she suddenly realized. Blossomkit had never formally met a blind cat before. And, to be honest, it surprised her. Cocking her head ever so slightly to the side, she sat down, wrapping her tiny tail around her paws like a blanket. The fluffy fur covered them, giving her a sense of security; though how that was so secure to her was uncertain. "Um-m... hi," She mewed. Wait-- yes, she had said the right word. Good. "I'm... I'm, uh.. Blossomkit." And gotten her name right. So far so good. She hadn't messed a simple introduction up in a long time, though. And probably never would. "You are who? I mean, heh... are you-- I mean who are you?" And there ended the winning streak. So much for her better sounding voice. Maybe things would be better in a couple of moons. Why did she smell like flowers now? Where'd I get that, anyways? Perhaps it was from the flower-patch her friend had shown her earlier. That had to be it.

He simply smiled widely at her; not judging, not reproachful, simply listening to the other kit. "I'm Cygnetkit. Bouldglare is my dad. He's a strong warrior,"he mewed in response, tail flicking happily, glad for the company; he had been just fine all on his own, but didn't mind having someone to talk to. "Oh? Me? I'm blind. Everyone wonders that; I don't care, though. Being blind is fine; it means I can smell everything really well. Like, I knew one of the queens today was having issues making milk, because she smelled like the medicine den, and her kit smelled a little like borage after she licked it clean,"he replied, smile widening. He seemed very excited to be talking about it. "I like being able to smell, and hear, and feel; I don't judge anycat on the way they look, either; only the way they act."

[Hexict]

Nighty starfall moonfang Reverie
(sorry for taking so long to post this, but thanks for the reminder! :3 i'm also gonna skip over the birth and go straight to when they are new-borns - just let me know when you wanna time skip and how many moons ^u^)

The calico queen smiled down at the five beautiful bundles of fur. She offered a weak smile to her newest litter. The molly was tired from the labor, yet the pain was nothing compared to the love she felt burning in her chest at the sight of the new life. It's been some moons since the death of her last litter, and she never thought she could ever recover from that... but the aging cat didn't wish to be saddened for the rest of her life. She instead decided to maybe have more kits - not to simply replace her other kits but rather to just bring some more light back into her life. Waveshore had considered adopting kits, but in the end she just decided to have her own and bring new life into this world.

The calico curled tighter around the kits and began to lick them each, not wanting to give any of the kits more attention than another one. She wondered if Crowfoot would come to see the kits soon. She was so proud of her eldest kit and loved him dearly - the queen did love all her kits, though. But first she needed some rest when her newborns would ever fall asleep. If their older brother did show up, she hoped that he would do so at a later time. Due to her being a permanent queen who takes care of kits instead of fighting like a warrior, she was also cooped up with the kits and didn't spend as much time with her other kits as she wished that she could.

Though she planned on this being her last litter, so maybe sometime she would be able to spend more time with her kits when these five leave the den? Of course, the thought of her kits growing up was still a touchy subject. It might not be as hard as when Crowfoot grew up and left the nursery since he was her first kit, but it would still be difficult die to the fact that it always hurt her to watch her kits grow up so fast and that they were going to be her last litter. Of course, she did hope that they would all become great warriors some day... but would like for them to stay as kits for some time before then. Waveshore lovingly smiled as her kits as she grew more sleepily.

[monfang]

Nighty starfall moonfang Reverie
(sorry for taking so long to post this, but thanks for the reminder! :3 i'm also gonna skip over the birth and go straight to when they are new-borns - just let me know when you wanna time skip and how many moons ^u^)

The calico queen smiled down at the five beautiful bundles of fur. She offered a weak smile to her newest litter. The molly was tired from the labor, yet the pain was nothing compared to the love she felt burning in her chest at the sight of the new life. It's been some moons since the death of her last litter, and she never thought she could ever recover from that... but the aging cat didn't wish to be saddened for the rest of her life. She instead decided to maybe have more kits - not to simply replace her other kits but rather to just bring some more light back into her life. Waveshore had considered adopting kits, but in the end she just decided to have her own and bring new life into this world.

The calico curled tighter around the kits and began to lick them each, not wanting to give any of the kits more attention than another one. She wondered if Crowfoot would come to see the kits soon. She was so proud of her eldest kit and loved him dearly - the queen did love all her kits, though. But first she needed some rest when her newborns would ever fall asleep. If their older brother did show up, she hoped that he would do so at a later time. Due to her being a permanent queen who takes care of kits instead of fighting like a warrior, she was also cooped up with the kits and didn't spend as much time with her other kits as she wished that she could.

Though she planned on this being her last litter, so maybe sometime she would be able to spend more time with her kits when these five leave the den? Of course, the thought of her kits growing up was still a touchy subject. It might not be as hard as when Crowfoot grew up and left the nursery since he was her first kit, but it would still be difficult die to the fact that it always hurt her to watch her kits grow up so fast and that they were going to be her last litter. Of course, she did hope that they would all become great warriors some day... but would like for them to stay as kits for some time before then. Waveshore lovingly smiled as her kits as she grew more sleepily.
{ ack this is with lichenkit? }

[lone]

He simply smiled widely at her; not judging, not reproachful, simply listening to the other kit. "I'm Cygnetkit. Bouldglare is my dad. He's a strong warrior,"he mewed in response, tail flicking happily, glad for the company; he had been just fine all on his own, but didn't mind having someone to talk to. "Oh? Me? I'm blind. Everyone wonders that; I don't care, though. Being blind is fine; it means I can smell everything really well. Like, I knew one of the queens today was having issues making milk, because she smelled like the medicine den, and her kit smelled a little like borage after she licked it clean,"he replied, smile widening. He seemed very excited to be talking about it. "I like being able to smell, and hear, and feel; I don't judge anycat on the way they look, either; only the way they act."
"Cygnet...Cygnetkit? That's, um... that's a cool name." She had a little trouble saying the name, stumbling over the pronounciation, but for the most part Blossomkit did pretty well. She was doing a lot better since meeting Ravenkit. At least she wasn't cowering in fear anymore, torn between her hatred of being alone and her desire to stay away from the bullies. But, Ravenkit had been nice. Cygnetkit was nice too. Both of them were potential friends for the future. Blind? That was when you couldn't see anything, wasn't it? This interested Blossomkit, and she wasn't as worried as she had been moments before. "Whoa. And you really don't mind not... not being able to-- to see colors, or... or anything else?" Blossomkit had never met a blind kit before, and she was conflicted about whether she thought the way his life would be was interesting or scary. She decided on a mix; it would be both, probably.

[SuspiciousMindz]

The toms ears twitched a bit, "Well, I usually try not to break the rules but sometimes I can be a bit rough sometimes..." Fernkit felt the need to defend himself. He wasn't really a bad kit, he just needed to grow up a bit. He took a few moments to think about her question, "Lets play tag!" He mewed happily.

(Sorry its so short, I typed out a longer response but my tab was closed out..)
Coalkit pricked her ears in interest towards Fernkit's suggestion. She didn't bother trying to respond to his previous statement as it would lead to yet another, unnecessary argument. She could already tell that if they became friends, they'd have plenty of those. She might as well save her breath for the ones that'll matter in the long run. "Okay!" She replied, finally standing fully on her feet. At that moment, you could see just how small she really was. Her kitten fluff was still there and her height didn't quite match his. Coalkit was still determined to play though. That's just the type of feline she was. Quickly she reached a paw out and tapped his face before scampering off to start the game. "You're it!"

[SilverStream2]

silverstream opened her mouth and let out a painful meow.
"Treestripe! They're coming!" Treestripe bounded across the clearing just in time to see 4 beautiful kits mew their first. "Oh, they're just adorable" Silverstream said, looking over. She nudged them closer and they began to suck milk from their mom. Treestripe looked proud as he watched and said "this one is Branchkit" Silverstream panted and nudged the next one "Moonkit" she said proudly.

[BluBunnie]

Coalkit pricked her ears in interest towards Fernkit's suggestion. She didn't bother trying to respond to his previous statement as it would lead to yet another, unnecessary argument. She could already tell that if they became friends, they'd have plenty of those. She might as well save her breath for the ones that'll matter in the long run. "Okay!" She replied, finally standing fully on her feet. At that moment, you could see just how small she really was. Her kitten fluff was still there and her height didn't quite match his. Coalkit was still determined to play though. That's just the type of feline she was. Quickly she reached a paw out and tapped his face before scampering off to start the game. "You're it!"

Fernkit took a few moments to really observe his fellow kit, she was pretty smaller then him. The tom had always been taller then most other kits, he was a very slender and lean kit. He chuckled a bit after Coalkit booped his face. He let her have a few moments of a head start, she was smaller and he knew his long legs would cause him to move faster. He smirked as he began to run after the feline, he started to get closer to her but the tom was holding himself back. The game would be no fun if he won every time because of his speed.

[goddess of ducks]

Nighty starfall moonfang Reverie
(sorry for taking so long to post this, but thanks for the reminder! :3 i'm also gonna skip over the birth and go straight to when they are new-borns - just let me know when you wanna time skip and how many moons ^u^)

The calico queen smiled down at the five beautiful bundles of fur. She offered a weak smile to her newest litter. The molly was tired from the labor, yet the pain was nothing compared to the love she felt burning in her chest at the sight of the new life. It's been some moons since the death of her last litter, and she never thought she could ever recover from that... but the aging cat didn't wish to be saddened for the rest of her life. She instead decided to maybe have more kits - not to simply replace her other kits but rather to just bring some more light back into her life. Waveshore had considered adopting kits, but in the end she just decided to have her own and bring new life into this world.

The calico curled tighter around the kits and began to lick them each, not wanting to give any of the kits more attention than another one. She wondered if Crowfoot would come to see the kits soon. She was so proud of her eldest kit and loved him dearly - the queen did love all her kits, though. But first she needed some rest when her newborns would ever fall asleep. If their older brother did show up, she hoped that he would do so at a later time. Due to her being a permanent queen who takes care of kits instead of fighting like a warrior, she was also cooped up with the kits and didn't spend as much time with her other kits as she wished that she could.

Though she planned on this being her last litter, so maybe sometime she would be able to spend more time with her kits when these five leave the den? Of course, the thought of her kits growing up was still a touchy subject. It might not be as hard as when Crowfoot grew up and left the nursery since he was her first kit, but it would still be difficult die to the fact that it always hurt her to watch her kits grow up so fast and that they were going to be her last litter. Of course, she did hope that they would all become great warriors some day... but would like for them to stay as kits for some time before then. Waveshore lovingly smiled as her kits as she grew more sleepily.

The small tom kit curled up. For now he needed warmth. He needed his mother, he needed rest. He had no idea what had just happened, but hey, the warmth was back now, not like before, but still here. Besides, this warm squishy thing felt nice against his nearly bare skin. He just inched closer, wishing to be absorbed in the warmth.
[sorry it's short, kinda hard to do a newborn kit]



{ ack this is with lichenkit? }

[yes love]

[Hexict]

starfall

The young warrior hesitated at the entrance of the nursery. She had both good and bad memories of the den for queens and their young kits. But that was to be expected form her parents, whom seemed to be complete opposites when you actually got to know them. She had a caring mother who saw the kits as her world - someone who was gentle and would love any that happened to wander into her life. Her father, on the other paw, was heartless and had seen his kits as a way to become more powerful within the clan - he would disown any that came out to be weak, like herself. But still, he was good at fooling other cats, especially other mollies... so of course he had tricked another cat into becoming his mate, but why did the new one have to be as blind as Petaldown?

She took a breathe and stepped in. The grey and white molly gave a quick glance around the area before she pale orbs fell upon those she were looking for. Ever since she had find out that her father had gotten a new mate, she had felt uncomfortable being around places where she might happen to run into them and start a conversation. But the moment she heard that she would be receiving younger siblings, she knew she would have to protect them from Boulderglare - or at least any that would allow her to protect them from their heartless father.

Though Mistfall was still uncertain about how she would approach them. What if they were like Aspenmask? What if they already hated her? If they refused to listen to her, then they would surely only fall deeper into some kind of tool for their father... and she didn't want that. She definitely did not wish for Bouderglare to hurt them. But still, there was always the question on how to start the conversation. Mistfall knew she was planning on practically making the kits think her way. It was wrong as she thought about it from that angle... but how else was she to protect them from Boulderglare?

He was worse than Deathstalker.

Well, maybe.

Either way, he was bad. Her spotted ears flicked as she heard a soft breeze rippling through the barrier of the den, yet she did not feel it. She had to admit that it was cozy in here, but found herself doubting that she would ever be nursing kits of her own. She had never really had such a thought, but when she was thinking about getting a mate, the only cat for her was another molly so she always expected to not. Though now she was finding it a comforting place to be. Stop it! This is not like you, you're letting every little thing distract you! She scolded herself and pressed on. The molly was determined to find a way to break the ice with the new extension in her family, even though in her mind Boulderglare was not family. They might share blood, but he was far from family both her eyes and heart.

"Uhh... greetings, Mistyskip," Mistfall was clearly awkward as she greeted her step-mother. The younger cat was usually formal, despite her age, but it was clear that the formality was laced with awkwardness as she uncomfortably greeted Mistyskip. She wasn't even sure if she actually wanted to acquaintance herself with the older cat. Mistfall was mostly interested in meeting her younger siblings instead, but believed that this might be the way to break the ice with them. They had never actually spoke before, so she had no idea what to expect from the queen. Mistfall wondered if she would be a kind queen in a similar way that her own mother had been, or maybe Boulderlgare had chosen someone to be more like him this time around. In her mind, there was one of two cats she could be: Petaldown or Boulderglare.

She prayed it was the former.

[Starfall]

@starfall (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=72)

The young warrior hesitated at the entrance of the nursery. She had both good and bad memories of the den for queens and their young kits. But that was to be expected form her parents, whom seemed to be complete opposites when you actually got to know them. She had a caring mother who saw the kits as her world - someone who was gentle and would love any that happened to wander into her life. Her father, on the other paw, was heartless and had seen his kits as a way to become more powerful within the clan - he would disown any that came out to be weak, like herself. But still, he was good at fooling other cats, especially other mollies... so of course he had tricked another cat into becoming his mate, but why did the new one have to be as blind as Petaldown?

She took a breathe and stepped in. The grey and white molly gave a quick glance around the area before she pale orbs fell upon those she were looking for. Ever since she had find out that her father had gotten a new mate, she had felt uncomfortable being around places where she might happen to run into them and start a conversation. But the moment she heard that she would be receiving younger siblings, she knew she would have to protect them from Boulderglare - or at least any that would allow her to protect them from their heartless father.

Though Mistfall was still uncertain about how she would approach them. What if they were like Aspenmask? What if they already hated her? If they refused to listen to her, then they would surely only fall deeper into some kind of tool for their father... and she didn't want that. She definitely did not wish for Bouderglare to hurt them. But still, there was always the question on how to start the conversation. Mistfall knew she was planning on practically making the kits think her way. It was wrong as she thought about it from that angle... but how else was she to protect them from Boulderglare?

He was worse than Deathstalker.

Well, maybe.

Either way, he was bad. Her spotted ears flicked as she heard a soft breeze rippling through the barrier of the den, yet she did not feel it. She had to admit that it was cozy in here, but found herself doubting that she would ever be nursing kits of her own. She had never really had such a thought, but when she was thinking about getting a mate, the only cat for her was another molly so she always expected to not. Though now she was finding it a comforting place to be. Stop it! This is not like you, you're letting every little thing distract you! She scolded herself and pressed on. The molly was determined to find a way to break the ice with the new extension in her family, even though in her mind Boulderglare was not family. They might share blood, but he was far from family both her eyes and heart.

"Uhh... greetings, Mistyskip," Mistfall was clearly awkward as she greeted her step-mother. The younger cat was usually formal, despite her age, but it was clear that the formality was laced with awkwardness as she uncomfortably greeted Mistyskip. She wasn't even sure if she actually wanted to acquaintance herself with the older cat. Mistfall was mostly interested in meeting her younger siblings instead, but believed that this might be the way to break the ice with them. They had never actually spoke before, so she had no idea what to expect from the queen. Mistfall wondered if she would be a kind queen in a similar way that her own mother had been, or maybe Boulderlgare had chosen someone to be more like him this time around. In her mind, there was one of two cats she could be: Petaldown or Boulderglare.

She prayed it was the former.

The snowy colored molly opened her eyes and tried to blink away the sleepiness, she hadn't gotten the best amount of sleep with the kits being as rambunctious as they were but last night was the best. She slept through the whole night, and had the greatest dream, she had caught 4 salmon, and her pelt didn't even get muddy, it was perfect! The queen looked around and realized that silence wasn't always a good thing when regarding kits, especially since their camp was so close to the river. A flash of panic rippled through the molly before it quickly subsided as she spotted her bundles of joy playing with others. Her teal optics flickered with relief and she let out a sigh and slumped against the nest, her eyes closing once more. She began to think about her choices in family, she loved her kits, she did, they weren't the ones that worried her, no, it was her mate. Although Boulderglare was sweet to her, and she did love him, she felt...unsafe, as though he was always hiding something sinister behind his smile. Every time she felt something crawl up her back it was just her mate walking into the nursery or padding behind her with his signature smile, it made her uneasy. The white, grey spotted queen would never state aloud her worries, what if she was overreacting, that was a possibility, and she didn't plan on sturing up trouble if it was unecissary. The molly opened her eyes once more and spotted a frame in the entranceway of the den, oddly enough the figure looked quite a bit like herself, which she found incredibly odd, she didn't have any offspring other than the 5 she gave birth two a moon ago, and she definitely didn't have any siblings that looked as similar as her.

Mistyskip cocked her head to the side as the molly stepped further into the den. This molly gave off the same aura as Boulderglare, except it was less menacing, dormant. The queen smiled and shifted herself into a more comftrable position once she realized that this warrior was one of her mates kits, offspring of his former mate. She flashed the molly a grin and began to even out her fur, making sure it was neat and tidy "Hello, you must be Mistfall?" she asked, her teal optics flashed with curiosity. What was she doing here? It was oubvious that it wasn't to come talk to her step-mother, she could tell by how rigid and stiff her stance was. She wasn't trying to smooth out the others visit, she wasn't going to act sweet, she had to learn how to get over these things, it would help her in the future, but of course that was her motherly instincts kicking in. Once she was finished cleaning herself she turned her focus back upon Mistfall and quirked an eyebrow, an unamused mask plastered on her face "I'm going to make a bet and say you're not here for me, although I do enjoy the company." she stated, elegantly placing one paw over the other then tucking them beneath her chest "And if you're here to see your step-siblings then they're out playing, so you may have passed them, unless of course they're bothering the Medicine cat or leader." she huffed, although a playful tone dripped from her words. Although she knew better, she really was hoping that her step-daughter actually wished to conversate with her, although she heard the relationship between her and her father, but she didn't want that, she wanted her step children to love her.

[Clover]

"Cygnet...Cygnetkit? That's, um... that's a cool name." She had a little trouble saying the name, stumbling over the pronounciation, but for the most part Blossomkit did pretty well. She was doing a lot better since meeting Ravenkit. At least she wasn't cowering in fear anymore, torn between her hatred of being alone and her desire to stay away from the bullies. But, Ravenkit had been nice. Cygnetkit was nice too. Both of them were potential friends for the future. Blind? That was when you couldn't see anything, wasn't it? This interested Blossomkit, and she wasn't as worried as she had been moments before. "Whoa. And you really don't mind not... not being able to-- to see colors, or... or anything else?" Blossomkit had never met a blind kit before, and she was conflicted about whether she thought the way his life would be was interesting or scary. She decided on a mix; it would be both, probably.

His smile never faded as she spoke, asking more questions in a seemingly stunned manner. Cygnetkit's white teeth glinted slightly, his mouth opening into an impossibly large grin; he was enjoying the company, soaking up the attention like a sea sponge. "I don't care about that! I think colors would be cool, even though I don't know what they're like! I sometimes wish I could just see a face, but I've learned that voices are pretty, too. My father's especially; it's all gravelly and low and he manages to packs a lot of emotion into a small vocal range," he mewed, murky eyes glimmering lightly as if there were a ray of sun piercing through their dark depths. "What's it like seeing cats? Can you smell them like I can?"he queried in response, head tilting with the sudden, abrupt surge of curioisity.

[SuspiciousMindz]

Fernkit took a few moments to really observe his fellow kit, she was pretty smaller then him. The tom had always been taller then most other kits, he was a very slender and lean kit. He chuckled a bit after Coalkit booped his face. He let her have a few moments of a head start, she was smaller and he knew his long legs would cause him to move faster. He smirked as he began to run after the feline, he started to get closer to her but the tom was holding himself back. The game would be no fun if he won every time because of his speed.
Coalkit continued to run, already her thicker pelt was weighing her down, but it didn't stop her. Just like any other kit, she was full of energy and full of ideas. Her head twisted back a bit to turn to look at Fernkit only to see him catching up to her quickly. A small squeak left her body and she focused forward to turn and avoid the nursery wall. Her little legs attempted to take her faster, but only to fail at this. She was merely awaiting to feel a tap on her tail or her rump.

[BluBunnie]

Coalkit continued to run, already her thicker pelt was weighing her down, but it didn't stop her. Just like any other kit, she was full of energy and full of ideas. Her head twisted back a bit to turn to look at Fernkit only to see him catching up to her quickly. A small squeak left her body and she focused forward to turn and avoid the nursery wall. Her little legs attempted to take her faster, but only to fail at this. She was merely awaiting to feel a tap on her tail or her rump.

Fernkit smiled as he continued to run after the black kit, he was gaining up on her but continued to push himself back so that the game wouldn't be completely unfair. The tom hadn't bothered to slow down as he turned to avoid the wall, which caused him to miss Coalkits tail just by a hair. He scowled a bit then continued to run, trying to catch up to her once more.

[wickedvirtues]

Beekit lay in the warmth of the sunshine, her golden tabby pelt smooth on her small frame as she gazed around with her bright blue eyes. Her jaws gaped in a yawn, but she forced herself to her paws.

(I recently adopted her, does anyone know who played her sibling Goldenkit?)

[lone]

His smile never faded as she spoke, asking more questions in a seemingly stunned manner. Cygnetkit's white teeth glinted slightly, his mouth opening into an impossibly large grin; he was enjoying the company, soaking up the attention like a sea sponge. "I don't care about that! I think colors would be cool, even though I don't know what they're like! I sometimes wish I could just see a face, but I've learned that voices are pretty, too. My father's especially; it's all gravelly and low and he manages to packs a lot of emotion into a small vocal range," he mewed, murky eyes glimmering lightly as if there were a ray of sun piercing through their dark depths. "What's it like seeing cats? Can you smell them like I can?"he queried in response, head tilting with the sudden, abrupt surge of curioisity.
The way he described his father's voice made the feline think for a minute. She could almost hear the voice playing inside her head... commanding, and powerful, and the type of voice that would make everyone listen. For some reason, she pictured his father like that. A powerful, commanding, sometimes scary cat who held power. And it interested Blossomkit. "Oh yes, I can smell them. And seeing cats is like... sorta seeing their voices, I guess. Like, how would you picture me from the way I sound? Small, like other kits, or bigger, like an apprentice?" She asked. Colors would be more difficult to describe. And she wasn't even sure she'd done a good job of explaining what it was like to see.
　
Thinking for a moment, the she cat continued. "And then their colors are like... you know when you feel happy, and everything's just great? Sometimes I think there are cats that look like that. Their colors are just... happy. And then, sometimes you feel calm, or tired... some cats have colors like that. Or worried, sometimes there are colors like that... it's kinda hard to describe, but that's how I always picture them." Hopefully Cygnetkit would get what she was trying to say. Otherwise? Well, she would have learned something... she wasn't very good at explaining colors

[Hexict]

The snowy colored molly opened her eyes and tried to blink away the sleepiness, she hadn't gotten the best amount of sleep with the kits being as rambunctious as they were but last night was the best. She slept through the whole night, and had the greatest dream, she had caught 4 salmon, and her pelt didn't even get muddy, it was perfect! The queen looked around and realized that silence wasn't always a good thing when regarding kits, especially since their camp was so close to the river. A flash of panic rippled through the molly before it quickly subsided as she spotted her bundles of joy playing with others. Her teal optics flickered with relief and she let out a sigh and slumped against the nest, her eyes closing once more. She began to think about her choices in family, she loved her kits, she did, they weren't the ones that worried her, no, it was her mate. Although Boulderglare was sweet to her, and she did love him, she felt...unsafe, as though he was always hiding something sinister behind his smile. Every time she felt something crawl up her back it was just her mate walking into the nursery or padding behind her with his signature smile, it made her uneasy. The white, grey spotted queen would never state aloud her worries, what if she was overreacting, that was a possibility, and she didn't plan on sturing up trouble if it was unecissary. The molly opened her eyes once more and spotted a frame in the entranceway of the den, oddly enough the figure looked quite a bit like herself, which she found incredibly odd, she didn't have any offspring other than the 5 she gave birth two a moon ago, and she definitely didn't have any siblings that looked as similar as her.

Mistyskip cocked her head to the side as the molly stepped further into the den. This molly gave off the same aura as Boulderglare, except it was less menacing, dormant. The queen smiled and shifted herself into a more comftrable position once she realized that this warrior was one of her mates kits, offspring of his former mate. She flashed the molly a grin and began to even out her fur, making sure it was neat and tidy "Hello, you must be Mistfall?" she asked, her teal optics flashed with curiosity. What was she doing here? It was oubvious that it wasn't to come talk to her step-mother, she could tell by how rigid and stiff her stance was. She wasn't trying to smooth out the others visit, she wasn't going to act sweet, she had to learn how to get over these things, it would help her in the future, but of course that was her motherly instincts kicking in. Once she was finished cleaning herself she turned her focus back upon Mistfall and quirked an eyebrow, an unamused mask plastered on her face "I'm going to make a bet and say you're not here for me, although I do enjoy the company." she stated, elegantly placing one paw over the other then tucking them beneath her chest "And if you're here to see your step-siblings then they're out playing, so you may have passed them, unless of course they're bothering the Medicine cat or leader." she huffed, although a playful tone dripped from her words. Although she knew better, she really was hoping that her step-daughter actually wished to conversate with her, although she heard the relationship between her and her father, but she didn't want that, she wanted her step children to love her.

(so sorry for taking so long :c)

The air seemed to be heating up, making her more uncomfortable with ever heart-beat she spent standing near Mistyskip. Though it wasn't really the queen's fault. Mistfall hated the feeling of awkwardness, though the usually anti-social cat couldn't help it. She was usually nervous while meeting a new cat but could eventually lighten up to them... though this was different, this was her step-mother. This was the cat who became mates with Boulderglare.

"Y-yes," she responded quietly as Mistyskip gave a guess as to who she was. The molly wondered if Mistyskip had ever seen her around the clearing before. Though the younger molly of the two has plain colors, she did have some different markings, so one might recognize her if they were to see her again. Wondering how many times she had seen her step-mother around, she fell back in a unnerving silence. She was sure that she was making a terrible first-impression. Not only did she show no intention of considering Mistyskip and her kits part of the family, but now she was showing just how uncomfortable she is with the conversation.

Her pelt prickled due to the uncomfortably. Awkwardness radiating off of her. Pale orbs seemed to grow a bit wider at the mention of how Mistyskip doubted her step-daughter was here to see her. The young warrior felt embarrassed by being caught like that. Plus, how did she miss her siblings outside? She realized that she barely even knew what they looked like. After hearing about the birth of Verdinkit, Cygnetkit, Juniperkit, Greykit, and Jagged she had went to see them. She hadn't walking into the nursery but had peaked through. So Mistfall had never actually gotten to meet her five younger siblings, but she had seen them... about once. That's why she hadn't noticed them outside the nursery. She hardly knew what they looked like.

"You doubt I came for you?" Mistfall tried to force her voice to become steady. She was neither confirming nor denying Mistyskip's guess with these words. But after some time, the grey and white warrior gave a small sigh. "I did come here in search for... my siblings," although she did want to protect them,it would take some time for her to get use to calling them a part of her family. "But that doesn't mean I wasn't looking for a conversation as well - it would be best if we talked the least a little if I do wish to be around the other kits. Besides, you are nearly family," at the last part she turned away and looked towards a far wall of the nursery, her ears turning even a brighter red. Maybe if I can turn her on Boulderglare it will make it easier to turn the kits as well?

... Why does it feel like I'm making some kind of dark move here?

[Clover]

The way he described his father's voice made the feline think for a minute. She could almost hear the voice playing inside her head... commanding, and powerful, and the type of voice that would make everyone listen. For some reason, she pictured his father like that. A powerful, commanding, sometimes scary cat who held power. And it interested Blossomkit. "Oh yes, I can smell them. And seeing cats is like... sorta seeing their voices, I guess. Like, how would you picture me from the way I sound? Small, like other kits, or bigger, like an apprentice?" She asked. Colors would be more difficult to describe. And she wasn't even sure she'd done a good job of explaining what it was like to see.
　
Thinking for a moment, the she cat continued. "And then their colors are like... you know when you feel happy, and everything's just great? Sometimes I think there are cats that look like that. Their colors are just... happy. And then, sometimes you feel calm, or tired... some cats have colors like that. Or worried, sometimes there are colors like that... it's kinda hard to describe, but that's how I always picture them." Hopefully Cygnetkit would get what she was trying to say. Otherwise? Well, she would have learned something... she wasn't very good at explaining colors
"You seem... Bigger, I think. Your voice is kinda deeper, but not in a bad way; just like your older. And you speak with confidence! You would make a good leader. I bet your almost ready to be an apprentice, in fact! You'd be a very good apprentice!" he squeaked response, tail swishing with delight, eyes flashing with joy; he simply became happier and happier, just glad someone would listen.

His dad never did.

"Colors are like... Like... Like how two voices sound different? Like how yours is silky, but Russetstar's is gravelly?" Cygnetkit mewed in response, cocking his head in curiosity and confusion; what did she mean, moods? Moods could be voices, and scents, but could they be the way someone looked? His lip pursed slightly, like he was concentrating, trying to figure out a brilliant puzzle. "Then... Then... I feel like you are a bright magenta cat!" he squealed in response, oddly proud of himself, smiling a ridiculous, bright smile. "Yes! You are a pretty pink cat with blue ears and purple eyes!!"

[lone]

"You seem... Bigger, I think. Your voice is kinda deeper, but not in a bad way; just like your older. And you speak with confidence! You would make a good leader. I bet your almost ready to be an apprentice, in fact! You'd be a very good apprentice!" he squeaked response, tail swishing with delight, eyes flashing with joy; he simply became happier and happier, just glad someone would listen.

His dad never did.

"Colors are like... Like... Like how two voices sound different? Like how yours is silky, but Russetstar's is gravelly?" Cygnetkit mewed in response, cocking his head in curiosity and confusion; what did she mean, moods? Moods could be voices, and scents, but could they be the way someone looked? His lip pursed slightly, like he was concentrating, trying to figure out a brilliant puzzle. "Then... Then... I feel like you are a bright magenta cat!" he squealed in response, oddly proud of himself, smiling a ridiculous, bright smile. "Yes! You are a pretty pink cat with blue ears and purple eyes!!"
Confidence? Her? Blossomkit wasn't sure that she was hearing him right, and for a moment, she stared at the tom with an expression of wonder. What did he mean, she sounded confident? Because to herself... she didn't have a lot of confidence. Still, it was nice to come across that way. It gave Blossomkit a warmer feeling, pleasant and comforting. "You're actually right! I'm almost ready to be an apprentice... I just... stayed here a little longer then usual." That sounded better then 'I was a coward, and decided that this was a safe place where I could stay shut away from the dangerous world.'
　
At least she was ready now. Because picturing herself as a 10-moon-old cat with the name 'Blossomkit' was not the most ideal of things. His description of how she looked was so ridiculous, that Blossomkit was actually stunned for a minute. She just stood there, looking at him with a puzzled expression and trying not to burst into laughter. "I wish. I'd look really cool then, huh?" She asked, talking partly to herself and partly to the tom. "I'm actually white. With brown markings and blue eyes." She grinned at the thought of having blue ears instead of blue eyes. Still, she couldn't help thinking that it would indeed be 'really cool...' perhaps just another one of her kit-like thoughts.

[Clover]

Confidence? Her? Blossomkit wasn't sure that she was hearing him right, and for a moment, she stared at the tom with an expression of wonder. What did he mean, she sounded confident? Because to herself... she didn't have a lot of confidence. Still, it was nice to come across that way. It gave Blossomkit a warmer feeling, pleasant and comforting. "You're actually right! I'm almost ready to be an apprentice... I just... stayed here a little longer then usual." That sounded better then 'I was a coward, and decided that this was a safe place where I could stay shut away from the dangerous world.'
　
At least she was ready now. Because picturing herself as a 10-moon-old cat with the name 'Blossomkit' was not the most ideal of things. His description of how she looked was so ridiculous, that Blossomkit was actually stunned for a minute. She just stood there, looking at him with a puzzled expression and trying not to burst into laughter. "I wish. I'd look really cool then, huh?" She asked, talking partly to herself and partly to the tom. "I'm actually white. With brown markings and blue eyes." She grinned at the thought of having blue ears instead of blue eyes. Still, she couldn't help thinking that it would indeed be 'really cool...' perhaps just another one of her kit-like thoughts.
He giggled softly, listening to her own laughing; he had known he was probably far off about her coloring, but still thought it'd be fun to guess. But he'd always heard blossoms were "bright" colors. He had no context for what bright was but knew that red and blue and pink were considered bright. He smiled broadly, tail swishing softly. "You sound like a pretty cat! Are those colors pretty colors?"Cygnetkit mewed head tilting, in the most adorable way, ears flopping to the side, lips squishing crookedly.

His eyes were bright, and he just grinned wider, squealing slightly, still ridiculously overjoyed at being with someone else.

[SuspiciousMindz]

Fernkit smiled as he continued to run after the black kit, he was gaining up on her but continued to push himself back so that the game wouldn't be completely unfair. The tom hadn't bothered to slow down as he turned to avoid the wall, which caused him to miss Coalkits tail just by a hair. He scowled a bit then continued to run, trying to catch up to her once more.
Coalkit had managed to catch a glimpse of the tom almost running straight into the nursery wall and a small purr of amusement left her body. It wasn't everyday something like that happened. Quickly as she could, she pressed on words only to feel her chest aching for air. She'd never run so long in her small lifespan and this was the first time she actually felt out of breath. It was a new expedience for her, but instead of being scared, she assumed it was normal and kept going. At this point, her stamina was wearing down and her pace was slowing until she felt the breath of Fernkit on the tip of her tail. Any moment now and it'd be her turn to chase.



Hexict Duskflight
Lotusheart led the tom into the nursery, her tail flicking to and fro as she allowed her hues to grew accustom to the dim lighting. It was always much darker in the nursery than anywhere else in camp. This was good for newborn kitten eyes and it just came to show how well protected the queens and kits were from everything on the outside. Of course there were little patches here and there that could be filled up, but nothing was perfect in nature. That applied even here. There was also a heat difference. They thought it was warm outside, well that warmth increases as you enter and go deeper into the den. It wasn't too hot, just cozy and the ground was soft, completely covered in moss. As the Maine Coon led her new friends towards her nest, her green hues were darting in all directions searching for her kits. It upset her that Smokeykit was gone, she wasn't sure where her cheerful blind kitten went, but she had all hopes that one day she would return. The disappearance hadn't completely settled into Lotusheart, but she'd be a mess when she accepted the fact Smokeykit wasn't going to come back. Then there was Blossomkit. Most times Lotusheart barely saw her other daughter. She was always out and about with other kits or exploring, not that she minded, she always had two kittens she came back to. Lochkit and Quailkit. As she approached the nest, she allowed her gaze to settle on both kittens, whether they were playing or curled up in the nest. "Lochkit, Quailkit, someone wants to meet you," she spoke gently, her gaze bright with affection.

[lone]

He giggled softly, listening to her own laughing; he had known he was probably far off about her coloring, but still thought it'd be fun to guess. But he'd always heard blossoms were "bright" colors. He had no context for what bright was but knew that red and blue and pink were considered bright. He smiled broadly, tail swishing softly. "You sound like a pretty cat! Are those colors pretty colors?"Cygnetkit mewed head tilting, in the most adorable way, ears flopping to the side, lips squishing crookedly.

His eyes were bright, and he just grinned wider, squealing slightly, still ridiculously overjoyed at being with someone else.
Pretty colors? Blossomkit would never have described herself as pretty. White and brown were not necessarily considered 'attractive...' not in the way they were on her. She was too fluffy. Her tail was long, but because of all the extra fluff hanging off it it appeared small. Her hues were pretty, when they were bright... but most of the time the older kit's hues were clouded by emotion or anxiety, worry, depression... it was hard to see the bright friendliness showing through. And yet still, Blossomkit craved company. It killed her, but she wanted it so badly. "I guess it depends what you think. If you think they're pretty colors then yeah, they are." He could think what he liked. She would continue to believe that they were pretty ordinary; at least in her own design; but if it made this cheerful kit's day just the smallest bit brighter... if he were collecting more sunshine for later... then she would be all too happy to let him believe that.

[Clover]

Pretty colors? Blossomkit would never have described herself as pretty. White and brown were not necessarily considered 'attractive...' not in the way they were on her. She was too fluffy. Her tail was long, but because of all the extra fluff hanging off, it appeared small. Her hues were pretty when they were bright... but most of the time the older kit's hues were clouded by emotion or anxiety, worry, depression... it was hard to see the bright friendliness showing through. And yet still, Blossomkit craved company. It killed her, but she wanted it so badly. "I guess it depends on what you think. If you think they're pretty colors then yeah, they are." He could think what he liked. She would continue to believe that they were pretty ordinary; at least in her own design; but if it made this cheerful kit's day just the smallest bit brighter... if he were collecting more sunshine for later... then she would be all too happy to let him believe that.


"Yes! I now dub you the beauty queen of RiverClan! From now on, every cat must bow to your sheer prettiness! You will blind them with you ravishing features!" Cygnetkit proclaimed, rather loudly, his voice surprisingly expressive for how young he really was. He grinned at her, baby teeth still white and pearly, his smile glinting in the light of the nursery. "I still don't know what colors are, but yours must be the most perfect-est in all of the clans!" he squealed, his excitable self lighting up; if he continued becoming more bouncy, he may become almost suffocating, his positive nature becoming too idealistic. So he began to calm down, forcing himself to sit, taking deep breaths through his nose, relaxing a bit. "I mean, of course, only if you feel perfect!"

[BluBunnie]

Coalkit had managed to catch a glimpse of the tom almost running straight into the nursery wall and a small purr of amusement left her body. It wasn't everyday something like that happened. Quickly as she could, she pressed on words only to feel her chest aching for air. She'd never run so long in her small lifespan and this was the first time she actually felt out of breath. It was a new expedience for her, but instead of being scared, she assumed it was normal and kept going. At this point, her stamina was wearing down and her pace was slowing until she felt the breath of Fernkit on the tip of her tail. Any moment now and it'd be her turn to chase.



Hexict DuskflightLotusheart led the tom into the nursery, her tail flicking to and fro as she allowed her hues to grew accustom to the dim lighting. It was always much darker in the nursery than anywhere else in camp. This was good for newborn kitten eyes and it just came to show how well protected the queens and kits were from everything on the outside. Of course there were little patches here and there that could be filled up, but nothing was perfect in nature. That applied even here. There was also a heat difference. They thought it was warm outside, well that warmth increases as you enter and go deeper into the den. It wasn't too hot, just cozy and the ground was soft, completely covered in moss. As the Maine Coon led her new friends towards her nest, her green hues were darting in all directions searching for her kits. It upset her that Smokeykit was gone, she wasn't sure where her cheerful blind kitten went, but she had all hopes that one day she would return. The disappearance hadn't completely settled into Lotusheart, but she'd be a mess when she accepted the fact Smokeykit wasn't going to come back. Then there was Blossomkit. Most times Lotusheart barely saw her other daughter. She was always out and about with other kits or exploring, not that she minded, she always had two kittens she came back to. Lochkit and Quailkit. As she approached the nest, she allowed her gaze to settle on both kittens, whether they were playing or curled up in the nest. "Lochkit, Quailkit, someone wants to meet you," she spoke gently, her gaze bright with affection.

Fernkit folded his ears back as he finally able to press his paw against Coalkits flank. "You're it." He said, the tom wasn't out of breathe just yet. He quickly turned and began to run in a different direction. He went from a sprint to a jog, he didn't care if Coalkit caught him. He was having fun!

Fogleap followed silently, a few kits who knew him already greeted him happily. His eyes followed the gaze of the Lotushearts, he smiled as he observed her kits. "Theyre amazing." he said mostly to himself.

[lone]

"Yes! I now dub you the beauty queen of RiverClan! From now on, every cat must bow to your sheer prettiness! You will blind them with you ravishing features!" Cygnetkit proclaimed, rather loudly, his voice surprisingly expressive for how young he really was. He grinned at her, baby teeth still white and pearly, his smile glinting in the light of the nursery. "I still don't know what colors are, but yours must be the most perfect-est in all of the clans!" he squealed, his excitable self lighting up; if he continued becoming more bouncy, he may become almost suffocating, his positive nature becoming too idealistic. So he began to calm down, forcing himself to sit, taking deep breaths through his nose, relaxing a bit. "I mean, of course, only if you feel perfect!"
That thought was utterly ridiculous... but Blossomkit loved it. Being the beauty queen of RiverClan was an idea that very much pleased her, and she squealed in a tone that was sharper then it should have been - possibly hurting the younger tom's ears. Of course she didn't mean to, but because he couldn't see her apologetic expression afterwards, this was doubtful that he would understand. Maybe she should just have apologized, but whether she forgot or thought he could pick up on her body language, she didn't say a word. Only if I feel perfect? Well, after her excited outbreak, she wasn't sure how she felt. A little embarassed, but otherwise, glowing with the kind praise that Cygnetkit had given her. "I... guess I do," She mewed in a cautious tone. And yet still, she hadn't apologized for her loud squeal. Perhaps now it was more the fact that there was always squealing going on. Maybe he didn't mind? And if he did, she would certainly apologize - later, that was.

[The Cannibal]

Hexict Duskflight
Lotusheart led the tom into the nursery, her tail flicking to and fro as she allowed her hues to grew accustom to the dim lighting. It was always much darker in the nursery than anywhere else in camp. This was good for newborn kitten eyes and it just came to show how well protected the queens and kits were from everything on the outside. Of course there were little patches here and there that could be filled up, but nothing was perfect in nature. That applied even here. There was also a heat difference. They thought it was warm outside, well that warmth increases as you enter and go deeper into the den. It wasn't too hot, just cozy and the ground was soft, completely covered in moss. As the Maine Coon led her new friends towards her nest, her green hues were darting in all directions searching for her kits. It upset her that Smokeykit was gone, she wasn't sure where her cheerful blind kitten went, but she had all hopes that one day she would return. The disappearance hadn't completely settled into Lotusheart, but she'd be a mess when she accepted the fact Smokeykit wasn't going to come back. Then there was Blossomkit. Most times Lotusheart barely saw her other daughter. She was always out and about with other kits or exploring, not that she minded, she always had two kittens she came back to. Lochkit and Quailkit. As she approached the nest, she allowed her gaze to settle on both kittens, whether they were playing or curled up in the nest. "Lochkit, Quailkit, someone wants to meet you," she spoke gently, her gaze bright with affection.
{Sorry about the late reply to this!}

As was usual for the older kit, Quailkit was happily settled into the nest, carefully dragging their tongue through their pelt with measured, easy strokes, their eyes seemingly distant as they focused more on their thoughts rather than the task at hand. The sandy brown and white tabby hadn't really been focused on making friends during their time in the nursery, not that they were antisocial or disliking of other cats company, but more so they enjoyed watching from afar and helping when another cat needed help. They enjoyed helping the younger kits and could usually be found playing a game of mossball or tag, always letting the other kitten win just so that they could see the look of happiness and spirit in their face. That's just the kind of cat that Quailkit was.
Snapping out of their thoughts as their ears caught the sound of a familiar face, the kit's head lifted and their eyes focused on their mother as she stated that there was someone who wished to meet them. Maybe it's one of mom's friends?
At the mention of the other cat, their muddy green eyes focused on whoever it was that had followed Lotusheart in, promptly sitting up in the nest and dawning a polite and bright smile to the new cat, dipping their head in greetings and in respect.
"Hello!"

[Hopekit]

Hopekit head tilted up, her mother green eyes facing her. Her cold fur felt warm as it touched her mother's soft one. She could not yet open her eyes, but she sensed her mother's light gaze on her small body. She felt her brother jumping around in the nursery, and wished for a moment she could be with him. She then took the thought out of her mind. I will open my eyes in my own time. She thought, and as the thought it, she realized she completely believed it. She didn't feel like moving from her comfortable position, but forced her paws to lead her a few pawsteps forward, tucking her closer to her mother's warm pelt. She relished the heat coming from her mother's body.

Streamfall looked at her beloved kit. She pushed herself closer to Hopekit, feeling her cold pelt, and wrapped her tail around her. Hopekit's black pelt needed warmth, and she was going to give her all the warmth she needed. She felt Hopekit come closer, watching her adorable, small pawsteps lead her nearer to Streamfall. As she observed her kit, she thought, One day, Hopekit will become a great apprentice, and a great warrior, along with her brother. And she cherished this thought as she hoped it was true. She began licking Hopekit, making her fur go in a direction that would give her warmth. Her appearance with her ruffled fur didn't much matter, as comfort mattered more than looks.

Hopekit clumsily rose to her feet after many heartbeats, her fur set into the ruffled position her mother had made it. She was curious why her mother had made her look quite a small mess, but she couldn't ask, as she was too young to be able to speak. She stumbled over to a corner in the nursery, using her senses to try to not bump into things. She settled down into the spot, but feeling as though it wasn't.... right, went back to her spot beside Streamfall, her mother. She wanted to fall asleep, to let all the sounds around her fade into nothing as she dreamed, but she couldn't. As far as she knew, she had too much energy to put to waste.

[Clover]

That thought was utterly ridiculous... but Blossomkit loved it. Being the beauty queen of RiverClan was an idea that very much pleased her, and she squealed in a tone that was sharper then it should have been - possibly hurting the younger tom's ears. Of course she didn't mean to, but because he couldn't see her apologetic expression afterwards, this was doubtful that he would understand. Maybe she should just have apologized, but whether she forgot or thought he could pick up on her body language, she didn't say a word. Only if I feel perfect? Well, after her excited outbreak, she wasn't sure how she felt. A little embarassed, but otherwise, glowing with the kind praise that Cygnetkit had given her. "I... guess I do," She mewed in a cautious tone. And yet still, she hadn't apologized for her loud squeal. Perhaps now it was more the fact that there was always squealing going on. Maybe he didn't mind? And if he did, she would certainly apologize - later, that was.

Her squeal was loud; much louder than she intended. Cygnetkit's ears were especially sensitive, due to the neural centers for sight being rewired to serve his other senses. The sharp, loud noise stung his ears, ringing back and forth within them. He let out a soft mewl, instinctively folding his ears back to shield them from more damage. His whine of pain was quiet, and he hoped she didn't tell; he was used to loud noises, yes, but this was closer and sudden; he wasn't expecting someone to practically scream into his sensitive ears. His smile hardly faded; it was unlike him to hold the results of his own handicap against others, particularly when they didn't mean it. "Good! Then your name will be not Blossomkit, but Queen Blossomsparkle... er.... Blossomshimmer?" he mewed in response, struggling to find a name that seemed fitting for the supposedly attractive nursery mate. "Wait! I have it! Blossomglow!" Cygnetkit pronounced proudly, beaming with a childish happiness.

[wickedvirtues]

Almondpaw entered the nursery, though feeling tense he made sure he didn't bite down to hard on the fish in his jaws. "I-I brought some food for you.." he said to the queens, as well as the kits. He was always awkward around kits and queens, as he was unsure if he'd be unwelcome in the den, glancing around, he forced himself to calm. It wasn't like he'd be attacked, he was being mouse-brained.

[Role]

Floatingbark entered the nursery, her grey-brown pelt sleek and well groomed. She thought it would be nice to play with the kits as she had nothing to do currently. Her gaze scanned the nursery for any kit rushing up to her, but felt disappointed when no one did. Tail dropping to the ground, she began to back out of the nursery.
( CandyFlossCat )

[wickedvirtues]

Floatingbark entered the nursery, her grey-brown pelt sleek and well groomed. She thought it would be nice to play with the kits as she had nothing to do currently. Her gaze scanned the nursery for any kit rushing up to her, but felt disappointed when no one did. Tail dropping to the ground, she began to back out of the nursery.
( CandyFlossCat )

Acaciakit spotted Floatingbark, grinning and sprinting over. "Floatingbark!" She chirped. "Will you play with me?" She asked, containing her sharp tongue as she talked to the she-cat. "Pleaseeeeee" she begged.

[Role]

Acaciakit spotted Floatingbark, grinning and sprinting over. "Floatingbark!" She chirped. "Will you play with me?" She asked, containing her sharp tongue as she talked to the she-cat. "Pleaseeeeee" she begged.
Floatingbark stopped in surprise. "Sure, Acaciakit," she replied. "What do you want to play?" Her tail tip twitched with happiness. At least one kit wants to play, she thought

[wickedvirtues]

Floatingbark stopped in surprise. "Sure, Acaciakit," she replied. "What do you want to play?" Her tail tip twitched with happiness. At least one kit wants to play, she thought
"Hm... can you tell me stuff about what it's like to be a warrior? Or we can be deputy and leader?" She said, ideas flooding her head.

[Role]

"Hm... can you tell me stuff about what it's like to be a warrior? Or we can be deputy and leader?" She said, ideas flooding her head.
"How about we play deputy and leader? You can be the leader if you want," she suggested.

[wickedvirtues]

"How about we play deputy and leader? You can be the leader if you want," she suggested.
"Okay!" Acaciakit chirped, leaping onto a little stone. "I am Acaciastar, leader of RiverClan!" She chirped, puffing her chest fur out with pride.

[Role]

"Okay!" Acaciakit chirped, leaping onto a little stone. "I am Acaciastar, leader of RiverClan!" She chirped, puffing her chest fur out with pride.
Floatingbark dipped her head in respect. "Congratulations on getting your nine lives, Acaciastar," she chuckled. "How can I assist you?"

[wickedvirtues]

Floatingbark dipped her head in respect. "Congratulations on getting your nine lives, Acaciastar," she chuckled. "How can I assist you?"
"We're gonna stop the ShadowClan meanies from stealing our prey!" She gazed around, finally settling on a little clump of moss for a ShadowClan cat. She pounced onto the clump, wrestling it.

[Role]

"We're gonna stop the ShadowClan meanies from stealing our prey!" She gazed around, finally settling on a little clump of moss for a ShadowClan cat. She pounced onto the clump, wrestling it.
"As you wish," she purred as she batted at a piece of moss.
(Sorry these are so short!)

[wickedvirtues]

"As you wish," she purred as she batted at a piece of moss.
(Sorry these are so short!)
(It's fine)
"Take that!" She squeaked, pinning down the moss. She purred and smiled.

[Role]

(It's fine)
"Take that!" She squeaked, pinning down the moss. She purred and smiled.
Floatingbark tossed moss on top of her back. "Oh no! I'm being attacked! Help me Acaciastar!" She wailed. Her paws flailed a bit, just for dramatic effect.

[wickedvirtues]

Floatingbark tossed moss on top of her back. "Oh no! I'm being attacked! Help me Acaciastar!" She wailed. Her paws flailed a bit, just for dramatic effect.
"Oh no!" Acaciakit squeaked, throwing the moss off of Floatingbark and scooting it away. "We win!" She trilled.

[Role]

"Oh no!" Acaciakit squeaked, throwing the moss off of Floatingbark and scooting it away. "We win!" She trilled.
Floatingbark let out a triumphant yowl, but shrank inside her pelt. Did someone hear me? Panic struck her. She would be devastated if a queen or a kit was woken by her game.

[wickedvirtues]

Floatingbark let out a triumphant yowl, but shrank inside her pelt. Did someone hear me? Panic struck her. She would be devastated if a queen or a kit was woken by her game.

Acaciakit purred, glancing around. "I don't think anyone minds!" She trilled, her eyes glittering warmly.

[Role]

Acaciakit purred, glancing around. "I don't think anyone minds!" She trilled, her eyes glittering warmly.
Floatingbark relaxed slightly. "You never know," she replied. "What do you want to do now?"

[wickedvirtues]

Floatingbark relaxed slightly. "You never know," she replied. "What do you want to do now?"
"Hm... maybe we can just talk for a bit, in case. What's it like being a warrior?" She asked, eyes wide with curiosity.

[Role]

"Hm... maybe we can just talk for a bit, in case. What's it like being a warrior?" She asked, eyes wide with curiosity.
"Well, you'd hunt for prey in other clans by stalking, running, or leaping, but here we have our own way of hunting," she began. "We fish!" Floatingbark felt herself straighten up with pride. "And battling is easy because the other clans think we're fat and lazy," she boasted. "They don't see it coming!"

[wickedvirtues]

"Well, you'd hunt for prey in other clans by stalking, running, or leaping, but here we have our own way of hunting," she began. "We fish!" Floatingbark felt herself straighten up with pride. "And battling is easy because the other clans think we're fat and lazy," she boasted. "They don't see it coming!"
"Wow.." Acaciakit chimed, her gaze full of interest. She listened completely, her ears pricked and tail swaying.

[Role]

"Wow.." Acaciakit chimed, her gaze full of interest. She listened completely, her ears pricked and tail swaying.
Floatingbark smiled at the kit. "However," she began with a dramatic voice. "You have to be an apprentice first, and the first job to it isn't very fun."

[wickedvirtues]

Floatingbark smiled at the kit. "However," she began with a dramatic voice. "You have to be an apprentice first, and the first job to it isn't very fun."
"What is ittt?!" She coaxed, eyes wide with curiosity.

[Role]

"What is ittt?!" She coaxed, eyes wide with curiosity.
"If I told you, you wouldn't want to be an apprentice," she chuckled. "But every cat in this clan will do it or has done it." Floatingbark was obviously talking about picking the fleas and ticks off of the elders with mouse bile. She fondly remembered doing that job, but listening to the elders exciting stories as she did so. The stories had taken her mind off of the disgusting scent, and the gross bugs.

[wickedvirtues]

"If I told you, you wouldn't want to be an apprentice," she chuckled. "But every cat in this clan will do it or has done it." Floatingbark was obviously talking about picking the fleas and ticks off of the elders with mouse bile. She fondly remembered doing that job, but listening to the elders exciting stories as she did so. The stories had taken her mind off of the disgusting scent, and the gross bugs.
"Oh, I know what your talking about.." she sighed, crinkling her muzzle. "Blah" she stuck her tongue out.

[Role]

"Oh, I know what your talking about.." she sighed, crinkling her muzzle. "Blah" she stuck her tongue out.
Floatingbark failed to stifle a mrrow!of amusement. "It's not fun," she repeated. "But it is for the elders!"

[wickedvirtues]

Floatingbark failed to stifle a mrrow!of amusement. "It's not fun," she repeated. "But it is for the elders!"
"True" Acaciakit shrugged with a goofy smile.
Night)

[ShiningFern]

Mudkit laid awake in his nest, eyeing the other kittens and the queens. He was bored, and it seemed like moons since one of the queens said everyone needed to be napping. Anyway, he was too hyper. If he could just make it to the entryway of the nursery. The brown spotted tom bounced up out of his nest and onto the den floor, landing on a small twig. It snapped, cracking loudly. He looked around, eyes wide.

[Role]

"True" Acaciakit shrugged with a goofy smile.
Night)
Floatingbark twitched her whiskers. "Do you want to go to the elders den and listen to their stories? They're much more interesting than mine," she suggested.

[wickedvirtues]

Floatingbark twitched her whiskers. "Do you want to go to the elders den and listen to their stories? They're much more interesting than mine," she suggested.
"Sure" Acaciakit smiled, leaping down from the rock.

[Hopekit]

Hopekit woke up. She felt about ready to open her eyes. She didn't know why, but she did. She licked one of her paws first, nervous. Hopekit opened her eyes. The whole world looked... different than what she had first imagined. So many different....things. What? Why are so many things different from each other? She thought dumbly. She looked around the nursery for her brother, not finding him.

[Role]

"Sure" Acaciakit smiled, leaping down from the rock.
(Do you just want to continue this in the elders den?)
Floatingbark exited the den, parting the reeds so Acaciakit could exit. "I'll take you there," she purred. "If that's okay with your mother of course."

[wickedvirtues]

(Do you just want to continue this in the elders den?)
Floatingbark exited the den, parting the reeds so Acaciakit could exit. "I'll take you there," she purred. "If that's okay with your mother of course."
(Yeah sure X3)
"She won't mind, as long as I don't leave camp she lets me explore" she explained happily.

[Role]

(Yeah sure X3)
"She won't mind, as long as I don't leave camp she lets me explore" she explained happily.
Floatingbark nodded and let her pass. "Let's head over there," she purred.
(I'll mention you over there)

[wickedvirtues]

Floatingbark nodded and let her pass. "Let's head over there," she purred.
(I'll mention you over there)

A grin on her face, Acaciakit nodded and walked towards it.

[lone]

Her squeal was loud; much louder than she intended. Cygnetkit's ears were especially sensitive, due to the neural centers for sight being rewired to serve his other senses. The sharp, loud noise stung his ears, ringing back and forth within them. He let out a soft mewl, instinctively folding his ears back to shield them from more damage. His whine of pain was quiet, and he hoped she didn't tell; he was used to loud noises, yes, but this was closer and sudden; he wasn't expecting someone to practically scream into his sensitive ears. His smile hardly faded; it was unlike him to hold the results of his own handicap against others, particularly when they didn't mean it. "Good! Then your name will be not Blossomkit, but Queen Blossomsparkle... er.... Blossomshimmer?" he mewed in response, struggling to find a name that seemed fitting for the supposedly attractive nursery mate. "Wait! I have it! Blossomglow!" Cygnetkit pronounced proudly, beaming with a childish happiness.
"I like that name," the newly prounounced Blossomglow purred with a smile. Perhaps that would be her warrior name. It was pretty, and she enjoyed thinking about her future when she would actually be a warrior. Whether Cygnetkit knew it or not, she was becoming more relaxed. This new world without Bucknight as leader and the Evil Era over frightened her. Frighten her? But why? Because it was familiar, and it had been taken from her. Because everything she had once known and loved was gone, replaced with confusion and chaos for the brown and white feline. "Wanna be king? Every queen needs one," She mewed, her tail twitching back and forth excitedly. This was a fun new game! Her Mother had been a kittypet and had told Blossomkit stories that her old housefolk used to tell her. She wasn't sure that Cygnetkit would know what a 'king' was, but then again... he had prounounced her Queen, so maybe he did? If he didn't then she would be sure to tell him the story. A story that was the only one remaining from her Mother and one that her Father had despised, but it involved a King... Queen... and a Princess. Those were her favorite stories, the ones with the princesses. They were confusing, and ones that only housefol- twolegs could make up, but Blossomkit loved them anyways.

[Clover]

"I like that name," the newly prounounced Blossomglow purred with a smile. Perhaps that would be her warrior name. It was pretty, and she enjoyed thinking about her future when she would actually be a warrior. Whether Cygnetkit knew it or not, she was becoming more relaxed. This new world without Bucknight as leader and the Evil Era over frightened her. Frighten her? But why? Because it was familiar, and it had been taken from her. Because everything she had once known and loved was gone, replaced with confusion and chaos for the brown and white feline. "Wanna be king? Every queen needs one," She mewed, her tail twitching back and forth excitedly. This was a fun new game! Her Mother had been a kittypet and had told Blossomkit stories that her old housefolk used to tell her. She wasn't sure that Cygnetkit would know what a 'king' was, but then again... he had prounounced her Queen, so maybe he did? If he didn't then she would be sure to tell him the story. A story that was the only one remaining from her Mother and one that her Father had despised, but it involved a King... Queen... and a Princess. Those were her favorite stories, the ones with the princesses. They were confusing, and ones that only housefol- twolegs could make up, but Blossomkit loved them anyways.

Cygnetkit had heard rumors of these so-called "kings". They were the counterpart to queens, he had heard, male two-legs who stayed in the nursery to care for their young, sort of like fathers, but more intensive. He had also heard that two-legs kings and queens were like leaders, but instead of just one, it was two per human clan. So, he decided to join in. "Yes! I will be your Queen, fair warrior Blossomglow! You and I will rule the four clans in peace and harmony! It will forever be known as the reign of the merciful Queen Blossomglow and King Cygnet... Uhm... Cygnet..." he trailed off awkwardly, unsure of what his new name should be. His lips twisted in confusion, pursed together, in a sort of cute yet awkward expression. His ears perked towards Blossomkit, like a sighted cat would do, head tilted awkwardly. "A... A little help, M'lady?" pretend he said with a soft squeak, looking very worried as to what his name would be; it obviously couldn't be Cygnetkit; no, it had to be something grander than that, something noble and worthy of a leader. This pretending had caught him up in a bit of a tizzy fit; he was excited and enthralled, absolutely happy to play along with the notion that he and Blossomkit were the leaders of the whole of the clans, kind and benevolent and infinitely silly.

[lone]

Cygnetkit had heard rumors of these so-called "kings". They were the counterpart to queens, he had heard, male two-legs who stayed in the nursery to care for their young, sort of like fathers, but more intensive. He had also heard that two-legs kings and queens were like leaders, but instead of just one, it was two per human clan. So, he decided to join in. "Yes! I will be your Queen, fair warrior Blossomglow! You and I will rule the four clans in peace and harmony! It will forever be known as the reign of the merciful Queen Blossomglow and King Cygnet... Uhm... Cygnet..." he trailed off awkwardly, unsure of what his new name should be. His lips twisted in confusion, pursed together, in a sort of cute yet awkward expression. His ears perked towards Blossomkit, like a sighted cat would do, head tilted awkwardly. "A... A little help, M'lady?" pretend he said with a soft squeak, looking very worried as to what his name would be; it obviously couldn't be Cygnetkit; no, it had to be something grander than that, something noble and worthy of a leader. This pretending had caught him up in a bit of a tizzy fit; he was excited and enthralled, absolutely happy to play along with the notion that he and Blossomkit were the leaders of the whole of the clans, kind and benevolent and infinitely silly.
Laughing softly to herself at hearing him calling her 'Blossomglow' again, the brown and white kit thought for a moment as he asked for her help. Cygnetclaw? No, that made him sound fierce and frightening, certainly not a name for a kind King. Cygnet...skip? Cygnetskip would certainly suit him, but Blossomkit still wasn't sure about it. "Cygnetflight?" She suggested out loud, trying to sound the name out and realizing it was harder then she had earlier thought. "Or, or, um... or Cygnetskip," She added in a quieter tone. Those were her two favorites that she had come up with, and she wasn't sure if he would like either of them... but hey, at least she had tried. Her expression changed to one of thinking and confusion as she went through more and more possible combinations. Cygnettail? Nah, that doesn't sound right. Cygneteyes? No, that might be offensive once he gets older. Cygnet... Cygnetheart? Ooh, that's a nice sounding one. Should've said that earlier. But perhaps if he rejected her other names she would offer that one to her new King. This was proving to be a much more interesting afternoon... and a game that was going to be one of Blossomkit's favorites in a long time. Bit by bit, whether he realized it or not, the tom was breaking apart her protective shell. Bit by bit, he was turning her back - at least to him - into the cat she was.

[Jingle]

Reedsplash carried the small clump of muddy fur into the nursery, looking for a queen that would take care of this small kit. He frowned and set her down, quickly wrapping his tail around her and starting to clean her off, his eyes focused on her chest to make sure she was breathing.

"Any help here would be nice." he mewed between licks.

Darkclaws Silentlily

[Dark]

Jingle Silentlily

Minnowleap turned her head towards Reedsplash, swiveling her ears to her what he was saying. "Reedsplash what do you have there??" She asked, leaving her kits in the nest and walked carefully towards the older tom. She sniffed around him, and found the kit. She prodded the kit with her nose, and turned her blind stare to the tom "Who's kit is this, and what do you need help with?" She asked.

[SuspiciousMindz]

{Sorry about the late reply to this!}

As was usual for the older kit, Quailkit was happily settled into the nest, carefully dragging their tongue through their pelt with measured, easy strokes, their eyes seemingly distant as they focused more on their thoughts rather than the task at hand. The sandy brown and white tabby hadn't really been focused on making friends during their time in the nursery, not that they were antisocial or disliking of other cats company, but more so they enjoyed watching from afar and helping when another cat needed help. They enjoyed helping the younger kits and could usually be found playing a game of mossball or tag, always letting the other kitten win just so that they could see the look of happiness and spirit in their face. That's just the kind of cat that Quailkit was.
Snapping out of their thoughts as their ears caught the sound of a familiar face, the kit's head lifted and their eyes focused on their mother as she stated that there was someone who wished to meet them. Maybe it's one of mom's friends?
At the mention of the other cat, their muddy green eyes focused on whoever it was that had followed Lotusheart in, promptly sitting up in the nest and dawning a polite and bright smile to the new cat, dipping their head in greetings and in respect.
"Hello!"
Fernkit folded his ears back as he finally able to press his paw against Coalkits flank. "You're it." He said, the tom wasn't out of breathe just yet. He quickly turned and began to run in a different direction. He went from a sprint to a jog, he didn't care if Coalkit caught him. He was having fun!

Fogleap followed silently, a few kits who knew him already greeted him happily. His eyes followed the gaze of the Lotushearts, he smiled as he observed her kits. "Theyre amazing." he said mostly to himself.
Coalkit came to a slow walk once she heard that she was it and felt the tap on her fur. "That took you long enough!" she replied, spinning on her feet to face the young tom-kit. Already he was darting away from her. Panting slightly, she caught her breath a bit before taking off after him. She wouldn't let him get away so quickly. Though her attempts at running the fastest she could was a failure. Her pace was slower than before and there was exhaustion entering her gaze. Fernkit failed to remember her age. She was much younger than he was, she got tired quicker.

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Hexict
Lotusheart smiled warmly at her kit as Quailkit welcomed the tom with her famous greeting. "Quailkit, this is Fogleap. Fogleap, this is Quailkit" she introduced the two. She hoped nothing would set either of the kits off at the prefix the tom shared with their father. It got to her a bit, but she accepted the fact that many warriors share the same prefix, it was simply the suffix that was changed. She was glad no other warrior would share the same name her former mate had. Her emerald hues shifted towards her kit, leaning down and giving them a swift lick on the head. They were getting older and older and soon they would not appreciate her random acts of affection. She knew that time was coming all too soon and very quickly. They'd be apprentices in a moon. Oh, how the thought crushed Lotusheart. They would be her only liter despite the fact she had wanted more. The Maine Coon just couldn't allow herself to love another tom. It was impossible in her head, she couldn't just replace him. That was enough. The gray-light brown colored she-cat awaited their reaction to each other, hoping that all would go well. She enjoyed bringing in her friends to meet the kits, it got them to know more of the clan. Plus, who knows, perhaps one of her friends will end up mentoring her kits.

[BluBunnie]

Coalkit came to a slow walk once she heard that she was it and felt the tap on her fur. "That took you long enough!" she replied, spinning on her feet to face the young tom-kit. Already he was darting away from her. Panting slightly, she caught her breath a bit before taking off after him. She wouldn't let him get away so quickly. Though her attempts at running the fastest she could was a failure. Her pace was slower than before and there was exhaustion entering her gaze. Fernkit failed to remember her age. She was much younger than he was, she got tired quicker.

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Hexict
Lotusheart smiled warmly at her kit as Quailkit welcomed the tom with her famous greeting. "Quailkit, this is Fogleap. Fogleap, this is Quailkit" she introduced the two. She hoped nothing would set either of the kits off at the prefix the tom shared with their father. It got to her a bit, but she accepted the fact that many warriors share the same prefix, it was simply the suffix that was changed. She was glad no other warrior would share the same name her former mate had. Her emerald hues shifted towards her kit, leaning down and giving them a swift lick on the head. They were getting older and older and soon they would not appreciate her random acts of affection. She knew that time was coming all too soon and very quickly. They'd be apprentices in a moon. Oh, how the thought crushed Lotusheart. They would be her only liter despite the fact she had wanted more. The Maine Coon just couldn't allow herself to love another tom. It was impossible in her head, she couldn't just replace him. That was enough. The gray-light brown colored she-cat awaited their reaction to each other, hoping that all would go well. She enjoyed bringing in her friends to meet the kits, it got them to know more of the clan. Plus, who knows, perhaps one of her friends will end up mentoring her kits.


Fernkit continued to jog, not bothering to look behind him. He realized he hadn't heard Coalkit say anything, he folded his ears back as he skirted to a stop. He turned, his eyes widen a bit as he noticed the exhaustion in the younger kits eyes. "Maybe we should rest for a few moments, I am beginning to get tired." He mewed. He was back by Coalkits side in a few small strides, "Maybe we should get a drink or something?" He mewed.

The blue eyes meet the muddy green ones of Quailkits. The Siamese tom dipped his head in greeting as well, "Why, hello there Quailkit." He purred. As Fogleap observed the kit, he could see some resemblance to their mothers. He wondered for a moment what their father looked like and if any of Lotushearts kits resembled him. He shrugged the thought off, he smiled gently at the kit. "What do you like to do for fun?" He tilted his head to one side.

[Jingle]

Jingle Silentlily

Minnowleap turned her head towards Reedsplash, swiveling her ears to her what he was saying. "Reedsplash what do you have there??" She asked, leaving her kits in the nest and walked carefully towards the older tom. She sniffed around him, and found the kit. She prodded the kit with her nose, and turned her blind stare to the tom "Who's kit is this, and what do you need help with?" She asked.



"I-I found it..." stuttered Reedsplash between licks. He looked up to see Minnowleap and blinked, a sigh coming out of his mouth. "I have no idea what to do with her. I found her. Alone, no mother- cold, covered in mud, and hungry." he said, holding the kit close to his body.

"I need someone to nurse her and take care of her like she's their own kit." He mewed, sighing faintly. He bit his lip and looked at the queen with big eyes, hoping she would accept.

[Dark]

"I-I found it..." stuttered Reedsplash between licks. He looked up to see Minnowleap and blinked, a sigh coming out of his mouth. "I have no idea what to do with her. I found her. Alone, no mother- cold, covered in mud, and hungry." he said, holding the kit close to his body.

"I need someone to nurse her and take care of her like she's their own kit." He mewed, sighing faintly. He bit his lip and looked at the queen with big eyes, hoping she would accept.


"Well I'd be happy to do it," Minnowleap mewed "After all I was once in this exact same situation with my brothers and sisters," the she-cat added. Minnowleap gently took the kit in her jaws and brought her to her nest, she nosed the she-kit to her belly so that she'd suckle. "I'm really glad you found her, it'd be a shame if she died," She smiled a little as she said this, happy she could help out.

[Hexict]

Hexict
Lotusheart smiled warmly at her kit as Quailkit welcomed the tom with her famous greeting. "Quailkit, this is Fogleap. Fogleap, this is Quailkit" she introduced the two. She hoped nothing would set either of the kits off at the prefix the tom shared with their father. It got to her a bit, but she accepted the fact that many warriors share the same prefix, it was simply the suffix that was changed. She was glad no other warrior would share the same name her former mate had. Her emerald hues shifted towards her kit, leaning down and giving them a swift lick on the head. They were getting older and older and soon they would not appreciate her random acts of affection. She knew that time was coming all too soon and very quickly. They'd be apprentices in a moon. Oh, how the thought crushed Lotusheart. They would be her only liter despite the fact she had wanted more. The Maine Coon just couldn't allow herself to love another tom. It was impossible in her head, she couldn't just replace him. That was enough. The gray-light brown colored she-cat awaited their reaction to each other, hoping that all would go well. She enjoyed bringing in her friends to meet the kits, it got them to know more of the clan. Plus, who knows, perhaps one of her friends will end up mentoring her kits.
[/CENTER]

(sorry for taking awhile to reply to this roleplay, i've been busy :/)

Unlike his litter-mate, Lochkit was more anti-social and very skeptical of strangers. He felt uneasy when he he saw that Lotusheart had came in with some strange tome that he didn't know. He was still curled up in their nest but his pale yellow orbs watched as his mother padded into the nursery and was trailed by her friend. The kit pretending that eh was sleeping so that he could watch the tom instead of getting involved while he was still unsure about the situation. The air seemed to heat up due to his nervousness - and his thick pelt as well as the warm weather was not helping at all. He felt on edge as usual and didn't watch this stranger to try anything on Lotusheart... even though in reality there was no way he would win in a fight if one were to take place.

His gaze flicked suspiciously towards Quailkit. Though he dearly loved his family, he could help but find it a bit fish-brained for one to be so open and friendly to a stranger like that. Even though they had been very young when it happened, Lochkit had been absolutely traumatized by his father's public murder and was left to doubt many cats that he did not know. Quailkit was a kind and friendly kit, and Lochkit could not understand the reasoning for such a personality. Of course, that only made them more lovable, but all the same Lochkit found that it seemed irrational and useless. Quail could get hurt if they trust the wrong person, so why do they always seem so friendly?

After sometime, the kit decided to get involved nonetheless. "Lotusheart?" Lochkit mewed, cautiously stepping out of the nest and clearly watching Fogleap. Fogleap... I haven't heard about him... though it wasn't saying much since he wasn't aware of many of his clan-mates and preferred it when they didn't know much about him either. Lochkit tried to pretend that he had just woken up as not to show that he had simply not wished to get into their conversation a bit earlier. The tom did feel uncomfortable being around Fogleap but he wanted to be beside Lotusheart and Quailkit -especially with the stranger around.

[Clover]

Laughing softly to herself at hearing him calling her 'Blossomglow' again, the brown and white kit thought for a moment as he asked for her help. Cygnetclaw? No, that made him sound fierce and frightening, certainly not a name for a kind King. Cygnet...skip? Cygnetskip would certainly suit him, but Blossomkit still wasn't sure about it. "Cygnetflight?" She suggested out loud, trying to sound the name out and realizing it was harder then she had earlier thought. "Or, or, um... or Cygnetskip," She added in a quieter tone. Those were her two favorites that she had come up with, and she wasn't sure if he would like either of them... but hey, at least she had tried. Her expression changed to one of thinking and confusion as she went through more and more possible combinations. Cygnettail? Nah, that doesn't sound right. Cygneteyes? No, that might be offensive once he gets older. Cygnet... Cygnetheart? Ooh, that's a nice sounding one. Should've said that earlier. But perhaps if he rejected her other names she would offer that one to her new King. This was proving to be a much more interesting afternoon... and a game that was going to be one of Blossomkit's favorites in a long time. Bit by bit, whether he realized it or not, the tom was breaking apart her protective shell. Bit by bit, he was turning her back - at least to him - into the cat she was.

"Cygnetskip!" he proclaimed loudly, voice echoing lghtly through the crowded nursery; no one would hear him over the general cacophony of mothers and kits. He said the name with certainty; he liked it, a lot, the ring of it to his instant enjoyment. It wasn't scary, but not weak, like Cygnetfluff or Cygnetfeather. It sounded professional and grown up, like a senior warrior compacted into a tiny tomcat. In fact, the little grey tom was so happy with it, he sprang unsteadily to his feet, unsure of the bumpy nest below his paw. Slowly, he began to toddle towards Blossomkit, on tiny shuffling steps. Every so often, he'd make a very soft, high-pitched chirp, directed straight in front of him. It was obvious what Cygnetkit was attempting; echolocation. Since he had near enhanced hearing, every sound was amplified, and he had learned to gauge depth by the time it took the sound to return to his ears; longer, it was farther away, and shorter was closer. He had even learned basic shapes; the softness of rounded edges, versus the sharp sound of hard corners. The chirping was very quiet; it was only enough for him to hear, and he never let it bother other. Cygnetkit made his way towards Blossomkit, using the intensity of her scent to tell him when he finally made it. He practically bumped into her, but instead, gently nuzzled her cheek, affectionately, as if she were his older sister. "We will rule the clans, together!"

[lone]

"Cygnetskip!" he proclaimed loudly, voice echoing lghtly through the crowded nursery; no one would hear him over the general cacophony of mothers and kits. He said the name with certainty; he liked it, a lot, the ring of it to his instant enjoyment. It wasn't scary, but not weak, like Cygnetfluff or Cygnetfeather. It sounded professional and grown up, like a senior warrior compacted into a tiny tomcat. In fact, the little grey tom was so happy with it, he sprang unsteadily to his feet, unsure of the bumpy nest below his paw. Slowly, he began to toddle towards Blossomkit, on tiny shuffling steps. Every so often, he'd make a very soft, high-pitched chirp, directed straight in front of him. It was obvious what Cygnetkit was attempting; echolocation. Since he had near enhanced hearing, every sound was amplified, and he had learned to gauge depth by the time it took the sound to return to his ears; longer, it was farther away, and shorter was closer. He had even learned basic shapes; the softness of rounded edges, versus the sharp sound of hard corners. The chirping was very quiet; it was only enough for him to hear, and he never let it bother other. Cygnetkit made his way towards Blossomkit, using the intensity of her scent to tell him when he finally made it. He practically bumped into her, but instead, gently nuzzled her cheek, affectionately, as if she were his older sister. "We will rule the clans, together!"
The thought of ruling the Clans made her giggle, a light, airy, happy sound. For the first time in a long time, the young feline was filled with jubilation. This was exciting! This was amazing! This was... what she had missed. Perhaps she was ready to become an apprentice. Leaving the comfort of the cozy, milk-scented and partly more strongly scented nursery. Her tiny tail whipped back and forth and she gave a light purr of pleasure at his gentle nuzzle. It was like having a younger brother instead of one from the same litter. Technically her twin, although they didn't look the same as far as appearances went. They looked very different. One favored their Mother, the other - Blossomkit assumed - favored their Father. The only two kits in the litter, and with smiles that were the only things appearing to be identical. And, as she had been told 'quite attractive.' She was going to be a pretty warrior, there was no doubt in that... except on the part of Blossomkit herself. "Wait!" A dramatic gasp left her maw and she crouched down in a playful pose - despite knowing he couldn't see it. "We need a prince and princess, King Cygnetskip! Without them, what would a kingdom be! We won't have heirs to our glorious throne!" She laughed, her tail continuing to whip back and forth in excitement as she thought about who might make a suitable heir for their make-believe kingdom.

[The Cannibal]

Hexict
Lotusheart smiled warmly at her kit as Quailkit welcomed the tom with her famous greeting. "Quailkit, this is Fogleap. Fogleap, this is Quailkit" she introduced the two. She hoped nothing would set either of the kits off at the prefix the tom shared with their father. It got to her a bit, but she accepted the fact that many warriors share the same prefix, it was simply the suffix that was changed. She was glad no other warrior would share the same name her former mate had. Her emerald hues shifted towards her kit, leaning down and giving them a swift lick on the head. They were getting older and older and soon they would not appreciate her random acts of affection. She knew that time was coming all too soon and very quickly. They'd be apprentices in a moon. Oh, how the thought crushed Lotusheart. They would be her only liter despite the fact she had wanted more. The Maine Coon just couldn't allow herself to love another tom. It was impossible in her head, she couldn't just replace him. That was enough. The gray-light brown colored she-cat awaited their reaction to each other, hoping that all would go well. She enjoyed bringing in her friends to meet the kits, it got them to know more of the clan. Plus, who knows, perhaps one of her friends will end up mentoring her kits.

At hearing the tom's name, the kit couldn't help the thoughts of their father that came flooding in, Quailkit's demeanor seeming to change slightly for a moment, their eyes glancing to the ground before they forced themselves to shake their head lightly and look back up at the tom with an even brighter smile than before. Quailkit didn't want to be sad, that's not what their dad would want, he would want them to be strong and Quailkit believed it was their duty to be the one to make their family happy, so that they wouldn't have to see the tears anymore.
"It's great to meet you Fogleap! Have you and mom been friend's for a while? Also, I want to be your friend! Maybe we can play a game some time!" Standing up, the kit began circling curiously around the new cat, their tail held straight up in the air, the tip curling slightly to one side before flicking to curl in the opposite direction. Their eyes glanced upward again at Fogleap before the kit settled down to sit in front of the stranger, or rather, in their eyes, a new friend.

[Dark]

"Well I'd be happy to do it," Minnowleap mewed "After all I was once in this exact same situation with my brothers and sisters," the she-cat added. Minnowleap gently took the kit in her jaws and brought her to her nest, she nosed the she-kit to her belly so that she'd suckle. "I'm really glad you found her, it'd be a shame if she died," She smiled a little as she said this, happy she could help out.


( Silentlily boop)

[Clover]

The thought of ruling the Clans made her giggle, a light, airy, happy sound. For the first time in a long time, the young feline was filled with jubilation. This was exciting! This was amazing! This was... what she had missed. Perhaps she was ready to become an apprentice. Leaving the comfort of the cozy, milk-scented and partly more strongly scented nursery. Her tiny tail whipped back and forth and she gave a light purr of pleasure at his gentle nuzzle. It was like having a younger brother instead of one from the same litter. Technically her twin, although they didn't look the same as far as appearances went. They looked very different. One favored their Mother, the other - Blossomkit assumed - favored their Father. The only two kits in the litter, and with smiles that were the only things appearing to be identical. And, as she had been told 'quite attractive.' She was going to be a pretty warrior, there was no doubt in that... except on the part of Blossomkit herself. "Wait!" A dramatic gasp left her maw and she crouched down in a playful pose - despite knowing he couldn't see it. "We need a prince and princess, King Cygnetskip! Without them, what would a kingdom be! We won't have heirs to our glorious throne!" She laughed, her tail continuing to whip back and forth in excitement as she thought about who might make a suitable heir for their make-believe kingdom.


"Yes, we must! Who shall fulfill the position of p-ince and p-incess!"he said, rolling over the "R"'s awkwardly; even though he knew the words king and queen, he had never heard of a prince and princess, and the words were so foreign and strange that he could barely pronounce it. His tail twitched, and he smiled happily up at the other kit, his mouth stretched into a wide, silly grin; this was a fun game, even if he couldn't quite understand it.

[SuspiciousMindz]

Hexict BluBunny Duskflight

Lotusheart was overjoyed that both Lochkit and Quailkit were interested in taking part of the conversation. Lochkit coming up to them was a new thing for Lotusheart. Normally he was the one to stay in the nest, so when the kit that looked exactly like her former mate came up, she couldn't help but give him a quick lick on the head. She pulled away quickly, unsure how he would react before she looked at Fogleap. "And this is my son, Lochkit," she spoke giving her son a warm look. She wouldn't explain how similar her fluffy kit looked to her mate, that was a family thing that could stay within the family. She didn't want to cause any distress, but it didn't help that her friend shared the prefix of their father. "He's a little soft-spoken, but I guess he's willing to talk now," she spoke, hoping he would. She knew exposing him to new cats was a good thing, but she limited how many cats came to visit him. As Quailkit asked to play, she let a little smile cross her face. Perhaps this was going to work out after all! Oh, how she hoped so. There was nothing she'd prefer more than to have happy kits.

[lone]

"Yes, we must! Who shall fulfill the position of p-ince and p-incess!"he said, rolling over the "R"'s awkwardly; even though he knew the words king and queen, he had never heard of a prince and princess, and the words were so foreign and strange that he could barely pronounce it. His tail twitched, and he smiled happily up at the other kit, his mouth stretched into a wide, silly grin; this was a fun game, even if he couldn't quite understand it.
P-ince and p-incess? The feline tried to keep from laughing at that. It was quite funny, honestly... but she wouldn't laugh. After all, he couldn't help it if he couldn't pronounce the words 'prince and princess' correctly. Hey, they could be tricky words. She... supposed. But she still didn't really want to laugh. After all, the fact that he was trying was nice. "Um-m... do you have any friends, or - or siblings who could be a prince or princess?" She asked, accenting the "R's" more clearly this time. Perhaps he simply hadn't heard them the last time. Well, no matter... she would be certain that he did this time around.

[BluBunnie]

Hexict BluBunny Duskflight

Lotusheart was overjoyed that both Lochkit and Quailkit were interested in taking part of the conversation. Lochkit coming up to them was a new thing for Lotusheart. Normally he was the one to stay in the nest, so when the kit that looked exactly like her former mate came up, she couldn't help but give him a quick lick on the head. She pulled away quickly, unsure how he would react before she looked at Fogleap. "And this is my son, Lochkit," she spoke giving her son a warm look. She wouldn't explain how similar her fluffy kit looked to her mate, that was a family thing that could stay within the family. She didn't want to cause any distress, but it didn't help that her friend shared the prefix of their father. "He's a little soft-spoken, but I guess he's willing to talk now," she spoke, hoping he would. She knew exposing him to new cats was a good thing, but she limited how many cats came to visit him. As Quailkit asked to play, she let a little smile cross her face. Perhaps this was going to work out after all! Oh, how she hoped so. There was nothing she'd prefer more than to have happy kits.



Fogleap chuckled a bit, "Your mother and I haven't been friends for.too long.. But I would love to be your friend! We can play any time you please!" He purred. His ocean blue eyes landed on Lochkit, he had felt the kits eyes watching him. He could tell that thiskit was much different from his brother. He bowed his head a bit, "Hey there Lochkit. I hope you don't mind me talking to your mother or brother." He said with with light chuckle.

(Sorry for the late reply, with fourth of July coming up my family has been wanting me to clean up and stuff so the house looks nice and whatever)

[Hexict]

Hexict BluBunny Duskflight

Lotusheart was overjoyed that both Lochkit and Quailkit were interested in taking part of the conversation. Lochkit coming up to them was a new thing for Lotusheart. Normally he was the one to stay in the nest, so when the kit that looked exactly like her former mate came up, she couldn't help but give him a quick lick on the head. She pulled away quickly, unsure how he would react before she looked at Fogleap. "And this is my son, Lochkit," she spoke giving her son a warm look. She wouldn't explain how similar her fluffy kit looked to her mate, that was a family thing that could stay within the family. She didn't want to cause any distress, but it didn't help that her friend shared the prefix of their father. "He's a little soft-spoken, but I guess he's willing to talk now," she spoke, hoping he would. She knew exposing him to new cats was a good thing, but she limited how many cats came to visit him. As Quailkit asked to play, she let a little smile cross her face. Perhaps this was going to work out after all! Oh, how she hoped so. There was nothing she'd prefer more than to have happy kits.


Fogleap chuckled a bit, "Your mother and I haven't been friends for.too long.. But I would love to be your friend! We can play any time you please!" He purred. His ocean blue eyes landed on Lochkit, he had felt the kits eyes watching him. He could tell that thiskit was much different from his brother. He bowed his head a bit, "Hey there Lochkit. I hope you don't mind me talking to your mother or brother." He said with with light chuckle.

(Sorry for the late reply, with fourth of July coming up my family has been wanting me to clean up and stuff so the house looks nice and whatever)

The kit looked towards his mother as she spoke, introducing him to the stranger. When she leaned down to lick his head he shied away a bit, but felt bad as she pulled back. He forced a small purr and gave her a tiny smile to make up for his own reaction to her motherly action. Lochkit did love her even if he didn't talk much and didn't really show it... he just had difficulty showing his emotions at times - he had never even tried to recover from their father's death and has let it shape him into an anti-social tom whom rarely spoke to others. Sometimes he would hardly even deal with his family and just watch them from the nest, afraid that if he looked away they might get taken from him like their father had been.

He envied his siblings, who seemed to be able to recover.

Yellow orbs were wide with some curiosity as he turned them away from Lotusheart and returned to watching Fogleap after the molly explained how he didn't speak much but might be willing to now. Lotusheart knew that he wasn't good with other cats and he was distrustful, so they didn't have many visitors - though he had become accustomed to the older tom, their grandfather Stormblaze. The fluffy kit's fur began to rise slightly as Fogleap offered to be Quailkit's friend. He turned a concerned look towards Lotusheart. I don't want this stranger around Quailkit! What if something happens? Even if their mother trusted this tom, he wasn't going to do the same so easily! They didn't even talk to Fogleap before now, and Quailkit wanted to play with him? Lochkit hoped that maybe Lotusheart would see what he was thinking and not trust the tom... but he knew deep down that she was aware Fogleap wasn't any threat and the grey and white kit was doing over-protective of his family.

Again, the tom-kit turned back towards the warrior, this time due to the fact that he was now addressing him. He uncomfortably looked towards the ground at first, but remembered the hope in Lotusheart's voice when she said that he might to up to talking right now. "It's fine..." his voice was barely more than a mutter as he scrapped up the courage to speak to the stranger. He honestly didn't enjoy this tome talking to them, but it was too rude to say so out loud, and Lotusheart seemed to happy that Quailkit and Fogleap were getting along. She seemed to worry about her kits since their father had been murdered, and now Quailkit seemed to be getting along with one of her friends, so how could he spoil this for her?

(it's fine and understandable :3)

[BluBunnie]

The kit looked towards his mother as she spoke, introducing him to the stranger. When she leaned down to lick his head he shied away a bit, but felt bad as she pulled back. He forced a small purr and gave her a tiny smile to make up for his own reaction to her motherly action. Lochkit did love her even if he didn't talk much and didn't really show it... he just had difficulty showing his emotions at times - he had never even tried to recover from their father's death and has let it shape him into an anti-social tom whom rarely spoke to others. Sometimes he would hardly even deal with his family and just watch them from the nest, afraid that if he looked away they might get taken from him like their father had been.

He envied his siblings, who seemed to be able to recover.

Yellow orbs were wide with some curiosity as he turned them away from Lotusheart and returned to watching Fogleap after the molly explained how he didn't speak much but might be willing to now. Lotusheart knew that he wasn't good with other cats and he was distrustful, so they didn't have many visitors - though he had become accustomed to the older tom, their grandfather Stormblaze. The fluffy kit's fur began to rise slightly as Fogleap offered to be Quailkit's friend. He turned a concerned look towards Lotusheart. I don't want this stranger around Quailkit! What if something happens? Even if their mother trusted this tom, he wasn't going to do the same so easily! They didn't even talk to Fogleap before now, and Quailkit wanted to play with him? Lochkit hoped that maybe Lotusheart would see what he was thinking and not trust the tom... but he knew deep down that she was aware Fogleap wasn't any threat and the grey and white kit was doing over-protective of his family.

Again, the tom-kit turned back towards the warrior, this time due to the fact that he was now addressing him. He uncomfortably looked towards the ground at first, but remembered the hope in Lotusheart's voice when she said that he might to up to talking right now. "It's fine..." his voice was barely more than a mutter as he scrapped up the courage to speak to the stranger. He honestly didn't enjoy this tome talking to them, but it was too rude to say so out loud, and Lotusheart seemed to happy that Quailkit and Fogleap were getting along. She seemed to worry about her kits since their father had been murdered, and now Quailkit seemed to be getting along with one of her friends, so how could he spoil this for her?

(it's fine and understandable :3)

Fogleap smiled a bit, he was glad he could get some sort of reply out of the kit. Of course the tom had no idea what happened in these kits past and just assumed Lochkit just wasn't much of a talker. "What do you like to do, Lochkit?" He purred and tilted his head to one side. The Siamese cat sat and wrapped his long tail, which had accidentally tripped their mother earlier that day, around his paws. He wanted to get to know both kits but he had a feeling Lochkit would take much longer to get to know then his brother. His eyes turned towards Quailkit, "And what is your favorite game to play?" He purred.

[Beam]

The air was clear. It was crisp, and pure. Scents of flowers and green leafs dwindled in the zephyrs around Aspenkit as she inhaled deeply. The air smelled of wide outdoors and plentiful spaces. Her ears angled to focus on the rustle of trees and hum of the bees that blocked out the murmur of the camp. Her ears and senses blocked out the sounds of others. Her nose smelled the air, heard the breeze, felt the grass, and saw the darkness in her closed eyes that helped Aspenkit focus. The space seemed clear, had she taken off over the river and floated above the tree line? That's what it felt like right now. Peaceful.
She angled her ears slightly forward to catch the buzz of a hummingbird, only, to hear voices. It was like an explosion in the midst of a meadow, so unnatural and alarming. Aspenkit flinched when she heard conversations intruding on her state of zen, mourning voices that tried to blend in. There was a flare of anger inside of Aspenkit. But what kit would get angry at noise and chatter?
She took a deep breath, making her little chest heave. Her ears retreated backwards as she opened her eyes. She had once thought that cats with blue eyes saw a blue world, and brown eyes would see a brown filter over the world. She was scared that her gaze would turn a rich, earthy, dark emerald, and was astonished to find out they didn't, eland even now she would partially expect the world to turn different colors. Instead, the RiverClan camp appeared.
Sitting in the entrance of the nursery, was a little kitten. Still fuzzy and fluffy, but looking much older in demeanor.her dark green eyes wide, but strikingly masked with the black other lining color of her eyes. Her brown patches blended with the reeds in the back, her tan flecks speckling her face. Her white base coat stood out against the dim, cozy backdrop.She was small and hidden by the reed fronds, but intently watching the nature beyond.
The moment she could go out there, she would run and be free and explore. She couldn't wait to see a tree. See another angle or the rivers around, hunt fish, see different things. For now and the next three moons, she would be stuck here. It wouldn't be bad, one day she'll yearn these times, and rather than sit around and wish she made it to the fullest, she would use her time wisely and make these kit years the best.
But what to do? Go look at the fish available, or find someone to talk to. Aspenkit looked down at the ground and her paws. She was much happier enjoying nature. But now, the murmur of the clan had disrupted her haven hideaway in her mind.
She peered out of the nursery, her muzzle into the sun. She pulled back as the glare crossed her eyes. It was too hot to go outside. She backed into the nursery, and stared at the woven plant walls in the darkened space. The light dappled the entrance, so Aspenkit went to the far wall and sat in the cool corner, and breathe son the cozier, more tampered air and closed her eyes to imagine the days ahead, and how she would soon be freely out in the open to enjoy the things she had dreamed inside the camp walls.
What was the point? Sitting in the nursery waiting for something to happen wouldn't do any good. Aspenkit stood on her four paws, then picked her was across the springy river plants that lined their bedding. Even though the sun was hot, she pushed herself outside, tripping on her should-be nimble paws, and rushed over to the entrance as fast as her short legs could go, a balloon of exitment floating her forward. Maybe someone would let her out? Or would she just dream about someone letting her explore the outside on her own? Dreaming sounded better than tripping over stones.

[Barnabas]

Hopekit

Goldenkit walked into the nursery with a minnow in her jaws, making her way to find Hopekit. The she-kit looked around for the kit with her mouth opened a bit to try and scent the other kit. "Where you at Hopekit?! I got something for us to share!" yowled Goldenkit.

Or I'm going to eat it myself!

She didn't dare to yowl out what she had just thought. Goldenkit continued her search, hoping that she would spot the kit soon.

[Clover]

P-ince and p-incess? The feline tried to keep from laughing at that. It was quite funny, honestly... but she wouldn't laugh. After all, he couldn't help it if he couldn't pronounce the words 'prince and princess' correctly. Hey, they could be tricky words. She... supposed. But she still didn't really want to laugh. After all, the fact that he was trying was nice. "Um-m... do you have any friends, or - or siblings who could be a prince or princess?" She asked, accenting the "R's" more clearly this time. Perhaps he simply hadn't heard them the last time. Well, no matter... she would be certain that he did this time around.

Cygnetkit heard the accentuation this time; he had known that the "r"'s needed to be pronounced clearly, but he just hadn't managed. His ears flicked nervously; it was humiliating, personally, to be reminded of the fact that he was young and still inexperienced with many things, but outwardly, it seemed more like he had just misheard, despite his heightened senses. Gulping down his slight fear, the gray tabby felt ready to start again and give the strangely complicated words another try. He sucked in a deep breath, the cold air that rushed into his lungs steadying and gentle. "Yes, I do.. I don't know if any them would want to be a... a prince or princess, butwecouldask!" he replied, the last few words jumbled in his excitement; he had finally managed to say the words, as trivial as it might seem to others. Cygnetkit always felt shamed by others for being blind; other kits would jeer and prod, insulting him for something he didn't have control of. And so when he messed up at other things, like speech, it was often attributed to his disability, like his blindness somehow made him less of a person, made him worse in other areas. So this little win, this tiny victory, felt special; he treasure moments when he could overcome a down coming, and even just saying words properly was truly fulfilling. "Do you have any siblings, Blossom?" Cygnetkit mewed in response, head tilted slightly, foggy eyes unfocused, even though they drifted towards the source of the sound.

[lone]

Cygnetkit heard the accentuation this time; he had known that the "r"'s needed to be pronounced clearly, but he just hadn't managed. His ears flicked nervously; it was humiliating, personally, to be reminded of the fact that he was young and still inexperienced with many things, but outwardly, it seemed more like he had just misheard, despite his heightened senses. Gulping down his slight fear, the gray tabby felt ready to start again and give the strangely complicated words another try. He sucked in a deep breath, the cold air that rushed into his lungs steadying and gentle. "Yes, I do.. I don't know if any them would want to be a... a prince or princess, butwecouldask!" he replied, the last few words jumbled in his excitement; he had finally managed to say the words, as trivial as it might seem to others. Cygnetkit always felt shamed by others for being blind; other kits would jeer and prod, insulting him for something he didn't have control of. And so when he messed up at other things, like speech, it was often attributed to his disability, like his blindness somehow made him less of a person, made him worse in other areas. So this little win, this tiny victory, felt special; he treasure moments when he could overcome a down coming, and even just saying words properly was truly fulfilling. "Do you have any siblings, Blossom?" Cygnetkit mewed in response, head tilted slightly, foggy eyes unfocused, even though they drifted towards the source of the sound.
Blossomkit grinned as he pronounced the words correctly this time. His excitement was understandable - she was confident she would be just as excited did something like that happen with her, and her hues lit up with pleasure. That would be a big step - if she were his age. The age difference between the two was a few moons, she supposed, and yet her mental state was younger then her actual age. It was like she was stuck in the past. The past when Bucknight had still been leader. Because it was too much for her to wrap her mind around right now. Oh, she still trusted StarClan, of course... or at least she believed in them. Trust might be too strong of a word. Believe? Well, it wasn't as strong, and Blossomkit was more confident that that was what she was feeling. "We could definitely ask them, if you know where they are right now..." Her voice trailed off and she watched him for a moment, as though she were trying to stare directly through him. Or, into him, rather. It was a minute later when she finally looked away, feeling a sharp twinge of embarassment. What had she been doing? Part of Blossomkit didn't even know. The other part? Well... to be honest, even that part was unsure."Siblings? I just have a brother, who should be... around here somewhere. Probably out goofing off, he does that a lot." The young cat's mind turned to Copperkit, who should have been spending a little more time with her in her opinion. And yet he didn't. He never did.

[Clover]

Blossomkit grinned as he pronounced the words correctly this time. His excitement was understandable - she was confident she would be just as excited did something like that happen with her, and her hues lit up with pleasure. That would be a big step - if she were his age. The age difference between the two was a few moons, she supposed, and yet her mental state was younger then her actual age. It was like she was stuck in the past. The past when Bucknight had still been leader. Because it was too much for her to wrap her mind around right now. Oh, she still trusted StarClan, of course... or at least she believed in them. Trust might be too strong of a word. Believe? Well, it wasn't as strong, and Blossomkit was more confident that that was what she was feeling. "We could definitely ask them, if you know where they are right now..." Her voice trailed off and she watched him for a moment, as though she were trying to stare directly through him. Or, into him, rather. It was a minute later when she finally looked away, feeling a sharp twinge of embarassment. What had she been doing? Part of Blossomkit didn't even know. The other part? Well... to be honest, even that part was unsure."Siblings? I just have a brother, who should be... around here somewhere. Probably out goofing off, he does that a lot." The young cat's mind turned to Copperkit, who should have been spending a little more time with her in her opinion. And yet he didn't. He never did.


Cygnetkit began searching for his own siblings; his head twisted around, pivoting farther than seemed natural. But it was obvious that he wasn't quite looking for them; instead, he was smelling, hearing, and feeling. His ears twitched around, hoping for the telltale footsteps of a sister or brother. Nothing there; maybe they were asleep, or sitting? So, he let his nose at it, the soft pink nostrils twitching gently, as he waited to catch a glimpse of them on the wind. Nothing but old, faded scent. So, Cygnetkit let out a sigh and turned to Blossomkit, ears folded partly back, in defeat and slight sadness. "Guess none of my siblings are here. They always go out without me... something about the blind kit being worthless. Not strong enough. Useless. So, um... I hope your brother is here," the grey-brown tom mewed, muttered even, bitter at his siblings and frustrated with how they had been raised. Boulderglare, his father, always said that physical disability was a weakness; he still respected his father, being an adept warrior and powerful tom, but was afraid of the religious dogma he spewed to his children. One day, would his siblings attack him, kill him, say they were strong for murdering someone lesser than him. The tiny kitten shuddered at the thought, fur puffing out around him; his greatest fear was that someone he trusted would take advantage of his disability. Without another word, he scooted closer to Blossomkit, laying his head gently against her chest, just like he did to his warrior sister Mistfall when she visited.

[lone]

Cygnetkit began searching for his own siblings; his head twisted around, pivoting farther than seemed natural. But it was obvious that he wasn't quite looking for them; instead, he was smelling, hearing, and feeling. His ears twitched around, hoping for the telltale footsteps of a sister or brother. Nothing there; maybe they were asleep, or sitting? So, he let his nose at it, the soft pink nostrils twitching gently, as he waited to catch a glimpse of them on the wind. Nothing but old, faded scent. So, Cygnetkit let out a sigh and turned to Blossomkit, ears folded partly back, in defeat and slight sadness. "Guess none of my siblings are here. They always go out without me... something about the blind kit being worthless. Not strong enough. Useless. So, um... I hope your brother is here," the grey-brown tom mewed, muttered even, bitter at his siblings and frustrated with how they had been raised. Boulderglare, his father, always said that physical disability was a weakness; he still respected his father, being an adept warrior and powerful tom, but was afraid of the religious dogma he spewed to his children. One day, would his siblings attack him, kill him, say they were strong for murdering someone lesser than him. The tiny kitten shuddered at the thought, fur puffing out around him; his greatest fear was that someone he trusted would take advantage of his disability. Without another word, he scooted closer to Blossomkit, laying his head gently against her chest, just like he did to his warrior sister Mistfall when she visited.
Whoa... This was the first time she had heard Cygnetkit sounding - or looking - anywhere near depressed. And here he was, doing both. Blossomkit wasn't quite sure what to say or do to comfort him. He had never seemed like he needed it. The brown and white feline's eyes were fixed on her younger friend as she struggled once more to figure out what would be appropriate to say to him. Though she had never been the best at this kind of thing. It just didn't seem to be the type of talent that she had... a shame, but hey, at least she was getting better with making friends. Just some nerves at the beginning, wondering what they might think of her, and then depending on whether they were nice or mean, sometimes she ended up with a new friend - sometimes a new enemy. Or at least, a cat who she strongly disliked. See, Blossomkit hated thinking of her clanmates as enemies. If she thought of one of them as an enemy, what would happen when the time for battle came? Would they have her back? Would she have their back? No, probably not, and then the battle could be lost. Which would not be good at all. "Well, they're wrong if they think you're worthless." She finally mewed. Yes, she had been looking for Copperkit, but... she couldn't see him. Apparently he had scooted off again as well. "I kinda know how you feel. My brother's not here either, he's... always going off without me." Her expression became a little more downcast as she said that. Why did siblings have to be so mean sometimes? Couldn't they just include their sisters - or brothers - in the games that they played? A soft weight suddenly pressed against Blossomkit's chest, and she looked down in surprise to see Cygnetkit laying his head there. If that was what he needed to make him feel better, she certainly didn't mind. And so she stayed absolutely still, unsure when he was going to move... or if he would move.

[Clover]

Whoa... This was the first time she had heard Cygnetkit sounding - or looking - anywhere near depressed. And here he was, doing both. Blossomkit wasn't quite sure what to say or do to comfort him. He had never seemed like he needed it. The brown and white feline's eyes were fixed on her younger friend as she struggled once more to figure out what would be appropriate to say to him. Though she had never been the best at this kind of thing. It just didn't seem to be the type of talent that she had... a shame, but hey, at least she was getting better with making friends. Just some nerves at the beginning, wondering what they might think of her, and then depending on whether they were nice or mean, sometimes she ended up with a new friend - sometimes a new enemy. Or at least, a cat who she strongly disliked. See, Blossomkit hated thinking of her clanmates as enemies. If she thought of one of them as an enemy, what would happen when the time for battle came? Would they have her back? Would she have their back? No, probably not, and then the battle could be lost. Which would not be good at all. "Well, they're wrong if they think you're worthless." She finally mewed. Yes, she had been looking for Copperkit, but... she couldn't see him. Apparently he had scooted off again as well. "I kinda know how you feel. My brother's not here either, he's... always going off without me." Her expression became a little more downcast as she said that. Why did siblings have to be so mean sometimes? Couldn't they just include their sisters - or brothers - in the games that they played? A soft weight suddenly pressed against Blossomkit's chest, and she looked down in surprise to see Cygnetkit laying his head there. If that was what he needed to make him feel better, she certainly didn't mind. And so she stayed absolutely still, unsure when he was going to move... or if he would move.


His chest heaved with gentle sobs, tears leaking from his eyes; it was such a touchy subject for the little tom, from being made an outcast his entire life. At least now he had something of a friend, an older kit who seemed to care; a bit of a sister, almost. His face nuzzled into her pelt, the fluffy fur tickling his hypersensitive nose. He let out a gentle sneeze, in between sobs, face wet from crying. Although Blossomkit didn't move to comfort him, her tolerating his weeping was shockingly kind to him, a knowledge that at the very least she wasn't afraid of his disability. But, quickly, his tears began to dissipate; it was a bit of a social survival mechanism for Cygnetkit. If his siblings or father saw him crying, he'd only recieve more biting remarks, more cruel taunting. He sniffled softly, wiping his tears away with the back of a paw. "Th...Thanks... thanks for n-not wa-walking.... walking away,"he whimpered quietly, words weak and watery, like twice-strained tea. His tail twitched, and he shuffled slightly away, shaking pitifully, shoulders hunched against a non-existent breeze. "I... I'm sorry," he whimpered gently, ears folding back, flinching as if Blossomkit would hit him for being weak; sometimes, his father would cuff him over the ears with unsheathed claws, leaving chunks of fur pulled out and small scars, becuase Bloudglare thought he was weak or useless. But, most others didn't care or notice about the old, healing injuries. In fact, there had never been other cat who commented on them.

[lone]

His chest heaved with gentle sobs, tears leaking from his eyes; it was such a touchy subject for the little tom, from being made an outcast his entire life. At least now he had something of a friend, an older kit who seemed to care; a bit of a sister, almost. His face nuzzled into her pelt, the fluffy fur tickling his hypersensitive nose. He let out a gentle sneeze, in between sobs, face wet from crying. Although Blossomkit didn't move to comfort him, her tolerating his weeping was shockingly kind to him, a knowledge that at the very least she wasn't afraid of his disability. But, quickly, his tears began to dissipate; it was a bit of a social survival mechanism for Cygnetkit. If his siblings or father saw him crying, he'd only recieve more biting remarks, more cruel taunting. He sniffled softly, wiping his tears away with the back of a paw. "Th...Thanks... thanks for n-not wa-walking.... walking away,"he whimpered quietly, words weak and watery, like twice-strained tea. His tail twitched, and he shuffled slightly away, shaking pitifully, shoulders hunched against a non-existent breeze. "I... I'm sorry," he whimpered gently, ears folding back, flinching as if Blossomkit would hit him for being weak; sometimes, his father would cuff him over the ears with unsheathed claws, leaving chunks of fur pulled out and small scars, becuase Bloudglare thought he was weak or useless. But, most others didn't care or notice about the old, healing injuries. In fact, there had never been other cat who commented on them.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," Blossomkit mewed with a soft smile as she glanced down at the younger tom. A little guilt that she hadn't moved earlier in an attempt to comfort him came over her, but it passed after a moment of thinking and finally realizing that it, in all honesty, was probably better just to stay like this. Blossomkit had always wanted a younger brother, ever since she was a very young kit... she had dreamed of having a smaller cat around. Copperkit was her littermate and, while she knew he tried, he wasn't exactly the ideal companion for her. But Cygnetkit, well, Blossomkit could have gotten used to having him as a littermate. He was a sweet cat. A shadow passed over her face as she thought she spotted something on him - it looked as though someone had clawed him, but who would do that to a young kit? As far as Blossomkit knew, no one was that cruel. Young cats were still getting used to the world, they couldn't know the rights and wrongs of everything! The gentle cat gave the younger tom a comforting lick on the top of his head, her eyes sparking with concern for him. Did cats just walk away from him? That was what he had made it sound like - thanks for not walking away. The poor thing, the brown and white kit thought with a stunning realization. She couldn't believe anyone would be so cruel but, then again, that was the way of the world. The way it worked. The strong survived and the weak were cast aside - though in a Clan, the strong were supposed to help the weak. Which included kits. So then, who wasn't following the rules... or at least, the rules as far as she knew them?

[Mango]

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Hollowkit squeaked," I've heard from an elder that when they were a kit Riverclan flooded and they went to Windclan, in Windclan they made lifelong friends I bet I'll make a life long friend with a Shadowclanner!"

Whitenose purred," Maybe...." That's quite low chance, but I don't wajt to ruin Hollowkit's excitement of seeing the Shadowclan kits, most kits wait until six moons to meet another clan, those poor Shadowclan kits must be terrified of the territory...

[wickedvirtues]

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Hollowkit squeaked," I've heard from an elder that when they were a kit Riverclan flooded and they went to Windclan, in Windclan they made lifelong friends I bet I'll make a life long friend with a Shadowclanner!"

Whitenose purred," Maybe...." That's quite low chance, but I don't wajt to ruin Hollowkit's excitement of seeing the Shadowclan kits, most kits wait until six moons to meet another clan, those poor Shadowclan kits must be terrified of the territory...

"I want to make a ShadowClan kit friend!" Snowkit declared, but that wasn't a surprise. Snowkit wanted to befriend every kit. The young white cat was thrilled to possibly meet someone from another Clan. "We'll be friends forever!" She trilled, prancing a little circle around her father. She was an energetic and sweet little kit, as shown by the fact she was so excited to meet the new kits. "Do YOU have any ShadowClan friends Whitenose?" She asked her father, bouncing up to him.

[Mango]

"I want to make a ShadowClan kit friend!" Snowkit declared, but that wasn't a surprise. Snowkit wanted to befriend every kit. The young white cat was thrilled to possibly meet someone from another Clan. "We'll be friends forever!" She trilled, prancing a little circle around her father. She was an energetic and sweet little kit, as shown by the fact she was so excited to meet the new kits. "Do YOU have any ShadowClan friends Whitenose?" She asked her father, bouncing up to him.
Whitenose paused," Nope. But I have a Windclan friend and Thunderclan friend."

[wickedvirtues]

Whitenose paused," Nope. But I have a Windclan friend and Thunderclan friend."

Snowkit blinked. "What're they like?" She asked. "And what are their names?" She added, her energy returned to her quickly, as she was always optimistic. Snowkit barely let anything get her down, unless it was really serious.

[Mango]

Snowkit blinked. "What're they like?" She asked. "And what are their names?" She added, her energy returned to her quickly, as she was always optimistic. Snowkit barely let anything get her down, unless it was really serious.
Whitenose purred in amusement," My Windclan friends are Honeycrouch, she's shy and my other Windclan friend is Finchpincher he is a little grumpy (yes Finchpincher worst make-up throw-away name)....my Thunderclan friend is Pheasantflame she's a really funny cat."
Hollowkit strained her eyes to see a Shadowclanner, but couldn't see any yet.
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Fern gypsievannerz
Silentshade found a heap of moss and made a nest and colapsed, she gently licked her newborn kits," I'm sorry if you're intimidated by me..." she added softly to the Riverclan queens," I know my fight with my mate wasn't appropriate in your camp, I lost my temper...I promise I won't harm your kits..." she sighed before laying down and closing her eyes falling asleep. She had given birth in the forest, but atleast they were born in Shadowclan territory so Riverclan had no claims for them since they weren't born in there territory.

[Jurassic~Spirit]

Whitenose purred in amusement," My Windclan friends are Honeycrouch, she's shy and my other Windclan friend is Finchpincher he is a little grumpy (yes Finchpincher worst make-up throw-away name)....my Thunderclan friend is Pheasantflame she's a really funny cat."
Hollowkit strained her eyes to see a Shadowclanner, but couldn't see any yet.
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Fern gypsievannerz
Silentshade found a heap of moss and made a nest and colapsed, she gently licked her newborn kits," I'm sorry if you're intimidated by me..." she added softly to the Riverclan queens," I know my fight with my mate wasn't appropriate in your camp, I lost my temper...I promise I won't harm your kits..." she sighed before laying down and closing her eyes falling asleep. She had given birth in the forest, but atleast they were born in Shadowclan territory so Riverclan had no claims for them since they weren't born in there territory.

Quailkit gave a tiny mew, snuggling up to her mother. The newborn kitten gave a purr as it slowly began to drift asleep.

[Mango]

Quailkit gave a tiny mew, snuggling up to her mother. The newborn kitten gave a purr as it slowly began to drift asleep.
Silentshade half asleep gave a gentle lick to Quailkit and Tearkit.

[ShiningFern]

Fern gypsievannerz
Silentshade found a heap of moss and made a nest and colapsed, she gently licked her newborn kits," I'm sorry if you're intimidated by me..." she added softly to the Riverclan queens," I know my fight with my mate wasn't appropriate in your camp, I lost my temper...I promise I won't harm your kits..." she sighed before laying down and closing her eyes falling asleep. She had given birth in the forest, but atleast they were born in Shadowclan territory so Riverclan had no claims for them since they weren't born in there territory.

Tearkit made a small mewing noise, crawling over her sibling. The newborn snuggled up by her mother, falling asleep.

[Splash]

@Chameleon ladybugg03 Doodle CandyFlossCat

A long-furred brown tabby poked her head into the nursery, a smile sparking within her yellow, green tinged eyes. "How are my favorite RiverClan kits?" Hazelpaw asked cheerfully, facing Snowkit, Hollowkit and Slipkit. She smiled at their parents, her tail tip twitching happily. "Anyone want a badger ride?" she asked, arching her back.

[wickedvirtues]

@Chameleon ladybugg03 Doodle CandyFlossCat

A long-furred brown tabby poked her head into the nursery, a smile sparking within her yellow, green tinged eyes. "How are my favorite RiverClan kits?" Hazelpaw asked cheerfully, facing Snowkit, Hollowkit and Slipkit. She smiled at their parents, her tail tip twitching happily. "Anyone want a badger ride?" she asked, arching her back.

Snowkit squealed. "Hazelpaw!" She chirped happily, running a circle around her. Hazelpaw, in Snowkit's eyes, was the most fun apprentice. "I do!" She mewled, eyes shining brightly as she smiled. The energetic kit turned to her siblings, tail swaying. "What about you guys?" She asked.

[Splash]

Snowkit squealed. "Hazelpaw!" She chirped happily, running a circle around her. Hazelpaw, in Snowkit's eyes, was the most fun apprentice. "I do!" She mewled, eyes shining brightly as she smiled. The energetic kit turned to her siblings, tail swaying. "What about you guys?" She asked.
"You can go first, then," the tabby molly purred, leaning down so the small kit could climb on her back. She braced herself for the inevitable pick of small claws on her back when Snowkit climbed on, and held this crouching position, waiting for the white she-kit.

[wickedvirtues]

"You can go first, then," the tabby molly purred, leaning down so the small kit could climb on her back. She braced herself for the inevitable pick of small claws on her back when Snowkit climbed on, and held this crouching position, waiting for the white she-kit.

Snowkit climbed onto the apprentice, her tiny claws pricking her as she giggled. Not many apprentices Snowkit knew would give badger-rides without being begged. Another reason Hazelpaw was Snowkit's favorite apprentice. She grinned, enjoying the game.

[Splash]

Snowkit climbed onto the apprentice, her tiny claws picking her as she giggled. Not many apprentices Snowkit knew would give badger-rides without being begged. Another reason Hazelpaw was Snowkit's favorite apprentice. She grinned, enjoying the game.
A smile grew upon Hazelpaw's muzzle as she lumbered out of the den into the rain. Oh, well- they were RiverClan cats. Water never hurt anyone! The long-furred molly stepped down hard with her paws as she walked around, throwing her weight from side to side to make the ride more enjoyable for Snowkit, although it meant that the picks on her back would be even worse. Hazelpaw didn't really mind- she loved kits, and how easy they were to amuse. Really, all she had to do was run with one on her back! Not very hard. The she-cat was looking forward to having her own kits someday.

[wickedvirtues]

A smile grew upon Hazelpaw's muzzle as she lumbered out of the den into the rain. Oh, well- they were RiverClan cats. Water never hurt anyone! The long-furred molly stepped down hard with her paws as she walked around, throwing her weight from side to side to make the ride more enjoyable for Snowkit, although it meant that the picks on her back would be even worse. Hazelpaw didn't really mind- she loved kits, and how easy they were to amuse. Really, all she had to do was run with one on her back! Not very hard. The she-cat was looking forward to having her own kits someday.


Snowkit enjoyed the rain dropping onto her pelt, giggling as she clung to Hazelpaw's back. She was worried her tiny claws hurt her, but she didn't seem to mind. Shrugging it off and continuing to enjoy both the ride and the game, she smiled brightly. Snowkit glanced around the Camp, seeing warriors doing warrior-stuff and apprentices doing apprentice-stuff. Snowkit couldn't wait. Snowpaw the greatest! She, like most kits, wanted to be a leader or deputy someday.

[Splash]

Snowkit enjoyed the rain dropping onto her pelt, giggling as she clung to Hazelpaw's back. She was worried her tiny claws hurt her, but she didn't seem to mind. Shrugging it off and continuing to enjoy both the ride and the game, she smiled brightly. Snowkit glanced around the Camp, seeing warriors doing warrior-stuff and apprentices doing apprentice-stuff. Snowkit couldn't wait. Snowpaw the greatest! She, like most kits, wanted to be a leader or deputy someday.Beginning to grow tired, Hazelpaw turned her path to the nursery. "Sorry, little one," the molly meowed, "but I have to have energy to give your siblings rides too. Off you go!" With this, Hazelpaw began shaking her long pelt vigorously, hoping to send the white kit stumbling off of her. Of course, it was for fun- surely Snowkit would enjoy tumbling off Hazelpaw's back than just climbing off.

[wickedvirtues]

Beginning to grow tired, Hazelpaw turned her path to the nursery. "Sorry, little one," the molly meowed, "but I have to have energy to give your siblings rides too. Off you go!" With this, Hazelpaw began shaking her long pelt vigorously, hoping to send the white kit stumbling off of her. Of course, it was for fun- surely Snowkit would enjoy tumbling off Hazelpaw's back than just climbing off.

"Okay!" Snowkit chirped, tumbling off of Hazelpaw with a giggle. She tossed some dirt from her pelt, remaining a pretty silvery white as she bounced into the nursery. Her eyes glittered and her tail was swaying with excitement. Snowkit purred as she swept her tongue through her fur, grooming it and making it shiny.

[Mango]

Whitenose laughed watching his kits, he wasn't that uncomfortable around the new queen and her two kits but he kept a slight eye on her, not enough to leave her uncomfortable though.

[rubinaito]

Random Melchester Could you have Splashheart reroute them to the nursery? Royal Tempestjay is still needed.
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Echoskip cried out as she ran beside her mate, wishing that it would stop raining so that she could clear her mind. Trembling with fear at the idea that something could be wrong with her kits, Echoskip let out a silent wail at the thought. What if they were still-born? Oh she couldn't bear it if even one kitten was...
Moonsplash looked around, frantic. "Almost there.." she mewed, but paused. Was she going the right way? Was she even certain where she was? Swallowing, her ears pinned back. "Where are RiverClan warriors when you need them?!" She wailed, flicking her tail. "I-I think that's the nursery.." she nodded towards a den, nudging her mate gently.
Tenpestjay frantically looked back over his shoulder. Echoskip wasn't walking fast enough. The tom raced back over to her quickly grasping her scruff and waddling towards the nursery. Geckoleaf would be remarkably busy by now and queens within the nursery should be fine with helping. Due to his abnormal height he was allowed to carry much larger cats with ease, Echoskip was no excuse she had put on a pound or so but that didn't matter. The kits were his and sure he would love them but he was only cover up for Echoskip and her true mate. Moonsplash and Echoskip loved each other and he respected it, he was like a hired worker in the place of someone fertile enough to bless them with kits. Once he reached the nursery he butted in. His shoulders barely fit in through the hole. He than gently laid Echoskip down. The side of his face still bled from the wood and his hips aching from being ran into, not to mention his stiff limbs from running all the way to Riverclan and picking up a few kits on the way. He looked at moonsplash half expecting her to thank him, there was no time for it. "How close? Are they coming?" he asked stepping closer and looming over the average heighted feline.

"Th-they're coming." Echoskip breathed out, trembling at the thought. "N-Now. They're coming now." She forced herself to stop stuttering, so she could clearly convey the message she needed. Her eyes shone with worry, as she looked around. "Is there even enough room?" She fretted, ears flattening against her head. She pressed her head against Moonsplash's in worry, closing her eyes and letting out a quiet groan as her stomach rippled with pain.

Random Melchester You gonna bring in Splashheart now?

[Random Melody]

"Th-they're coming." Echoskip breathed out, trembling at the thought. "N-Now. They're coming now." She forced herself to stop stuttering, so she could clearly convey the message she needed. Her eyes shone with worry, as she looked around. "Is there even enough room?" She fretted, ears flattening against her head. She pressed her head against Moonsplash's in worry, closing her eyes and letting out a quiet groan as her stomach rippled with pain.

Random Melchester You gonna bring in Splashheart now?

(Yep ^^)
It was then that Splashheart poked her head into the nursery, concern shining through her dark blue eyes. It wasnt hard to hear someone in distress, a Queen nonetheless. A Queen about to give birth. The blue/gray she-cat bit her lip, casting a glance over her shoulder to ensure Mixedfur was keeping a good eye on her own kits. When she was sure that her mate had them handled, even the little flirt Squirrelkit, Splashheart turned back to the scene in front of her and padded forward, managing a smile at the other cats before bending her head to nudge Echoskip's shoulder. "You guys want some help?" She was a new Queen, but Snowstar was her sister- Meaning she'd often dragged Splashheart along with her sometimes when they were apprentices and warriors to help Queens that were kitting. And, Splashheart had learned a thing or two from her own kitting experience, as well.

[wickedvirtues]

"Th-they're coming." Echoskip breathed out, trembling at the thought. "N-Now. They're coming now." She forced herself to stop stuttering, so she could clearly convey the message she needed. Her eyes shone with worry, as she looked around. "Is there even enough room?" She fretted, ears flattening against her head. She pressed her head against Moonsplash's in worry, closing her eyes and letting out a quiet groan as her stomach rippled with pain.

Random Melchester You gonna bring in Splashheart now?

Moonsplash's ears pinned back as she looked at Tempestjay. "There has to be!" She wailed, eyes wide and panicked. "Erm - no - I" the usually stubborn cat was lost for words, her tail flicking rapidly as her brain seemed to stop working. She'd never been through this before, and by the way Echoskip was speaking she was worse off. Her ears were flattened against her head and her eyes shining with panic. "Oh StarClan." She muttered, nosing her mate gently. "Tempestjay what do we do?" She mewed quietly, unsure of how this all worked.

[rubinaito]

(Yep ^^)
It was then that Splashheart poked her head into the nursery, concern shining through her dark blue eyes. It wasnt hard to hear someone in distress, a Queen nonetheless. A Queen about to give birth. The blue/gray she-cat bit her lip, casting a glance over her shoulder to ensure Mixedfur was keeping a good eye on her own kits. When she was sure that her mate had them handled, even the little flirt Squirrelkit, Splashheart turned back to the scene in front of her and padded forward, managing a smile at the other cats before bending her head to nudge Echoskip's shoulder. "You guys want some help?" She was a new Queen, but Snowstar was her sister- Meaning she'd often dragged Splashheart along with her sometimes when they were apprentices and warriors to help Queens that were kitting. And, Splashheart had learned a thing or two from her own kitting experience, as well.
CandyFlossCat Royal

(Random, would you like a kit? There's only two kits, Cricketkit LelliNicole.zob Harekit Aura , so you could have another kit if you wanted. You may want to check up on Echoskip's details (http://www.warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=9090) if you want one XD)

Echoskip nodded, squeezing her eyes shut and tucking her tail close to her. "Is it normal for it to hurt so much?" She asked, opening one eye to peer up at Splashheart. She nuzzled Moonsplash gently, trying to help her calm down. Things would be fine, she hoped. She couldn't continue being frantic, the kits were about to be born! She blinked up at Tempestjay, managing a soft smile and turned her head to look back at Splashheart.

[Random Melody]

CandyFlossCat Royal

(Random, would you like a kit? There's only two kits, Cricketkit LelliNicole.zob Harekit Aura , so you could have another kit if you wanted. You may want to check up on Echoskip's details (http://www.warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=9090) if you want one XD)

Echoskip nodded, squeezing her eyes shut and tucking her tail close to her. "Is it normal for it to hurt so much?" She asked, opening one eye to peer up at Splashheart. She nuzzled Moonsplash gently, trying to help her calm down. Things would be fine, she hoped. She couldn't continue being frantic, the kits were about to be born! She blinked up at Tempestjay, managing a soft smile and turned her head to look back at Splashheart.

(Aww sure i'd like one X3)

Splashheart sighed softly, nodding her head. "Unfortunately, yes." She mewed, sounding faintly apologetic. She flicked her tail at Echoskip's shoulder, lifting her head a little to look over at the other two for a moment. Then she stood up and padded past Echoskip to her nest, reaching under the moss and pulling out the stick she kept there. Knew this would come in handy. She took the stick in her jaws and padded back to Echoskip, dropping it beside her paws. "Bite down on that," She advised. "It helps, a little. I would ask Geckoleaf for some poppy seeds for the pain, but those would put you to sleep and that could do some damage, so.." She trailed off. Echoskip probably already knew this. "Bare with me here." She glanced back up at Tempestjay and Moonshadow, and grimaced faintly. "Could one of you go get her some wet moss?"

[wickedvirtues]

CandyFlossCat Royal

(Random, would you like a kit? There's only two kits, Cricketkit LelliNicole.zob Harekit Aura , so you could have another kit if you wanted. You may want to check up on Echoskip's details (http://www.warriorcatsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=9090) if you want one XD)

Echoskip nodded, squeezing her eyes shut and tucking her tail close to her. "Is it normal for it to hurt so much?" She asked, opening one eye to peer up at Splashheart. She nuzzled Moonsplash gently, trying to help her calm down. Things would be fine, she hoped. She couldn't continue being frantic, the kits were about to be born! She blinked up at Tempestjay, managing a soft smile and turned her head to look back at Splashheart.

Echoskip's nuzzle calmed her down as she turned to Splashheart with a tiny, grateful smile. They'd be fine.. most likely. They'd be cute little healthy kits and nothing would be wrong. And even if she wasn't their biological parent, Moonsplash would love them with all her heart. She nuzzled her mate back, purring softly for comfort as she turned to Splashheart. Her eyes glittered with nervousness but she made herself be calm to sooth her mate, who was already frantic about the kits.

[rubinaito]

Random Melchester CandyFlossCat Royal LelliNicole.zob Aura

~Little itty bitty timeskip to keep things within Site Guidelines~

Three healthy kits were curled up beside Echoskip, a sleepy smile on the molly's face. She nuzzled them softly, bringing them closer with a sweep of her tail. "Thank you, Splashheart." She meowed to the queen who had aided her in her kitten's birth. She gazed at them, almost unsure of what to name the tiny, mewling creatures. "This is Cricketkit." She nudged the tiny female kitten in front of the others, letting out a purr. "This is Harekit." She nudged the small black and white kitten with a stumpy tail. "And this is..." She stared at the final kitten, flicking her tail as she thought of what to call them.

[Random Melody]

Random Melchester CandyFlossCat Royal LelliNicole.zob Aura

~Little itty bitty timeskip to keep things within Site Guidelines~

Three healthy kits were curled up beside Echoskip, a sleepy smile on the molly's face. She nuzzled them softly, bringing them closer with a sweep of her tail. "Thank you, Splashheart." She meowed to the queen who had aided her in her kitten's birth. She gazed at them, almost unsure of what to name the tiny, mewling creatures. "This is Cricketkit." She nudged the tiny female kitten in front of the others, letting out a purr. "This is Harekit." She nudged the small black and white kitten with a stumpy tail. "And this is..." She stared at the final kitten, flicking her tail as she thought of what to call them.

The last kitten lay curled up beside his mother, mewling softly, his mouth opened and his round teeth showing as he let out pitiful squeaks, squirming closer to his mother. His fur was a dark black, white around his chest, stomach and paws. His eyes, not open yet, would be a bright blue that would fade to green when he was older.

Splashheart gazed down at them, then looked at the young black Tom. For some reason, he reminded her of Blackstorm. The thought of her brother made her smile faintly, gazing at the nameless kitten. "What about Stormkit?" She murmured, mostly to herself. This wasnt her kit to name, though she found herself wishing for more little bundles of her own, even though her little ones werent even out of the nursery yet. This kit, though, definitely looked like a Stormkit. And as she spoke the name, the nameless kit's head swiveled up slightly, another mewl escaping him.

[rubinaito]

Random Melchester CandyFlossCat Royal LelliNicole.zob Aura

"Stormkit is perfect." Echoskip purred, nudging the tiny kitten closer to her and running her tongue over his head gently. She smiled up at Splashheart, before turning to Moonsplash and licking her cheek gently, nuzzling her mate. "They're perfect..." She murmured, looking over at Tempestjay with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Tempestjay. For all you've done to help Moonsplash and I." She purred, giving Tempestjay a friendly nuzzle on his shoulder before laying her head down at her paws to watch the kittens explore the new environment around them. So precious... A purr rumbled from deep within her throat as she watched them, flicking her tail every now and again to make sure they stayed close.

[wren]

@Random Melchester Rubinaito CandyFlossCat

Tempestjay awkwardly watched them. Biting his lip thoughtfully, looking at the kits melted his heart and yet what he saw that had brought them into the world made him shrink back awkwardly. Plastering a fake smile on his maw, for sure these where his kits but he wasn't going to raise them. No. He would watch them grow and perhaps they would never know who he was. He would visit be a good family friend but never really be a factor in their lives. Perhaps he could mentor one when they grew. See all of them grow into fine Warriors. Setting his awkwardness aside he bent down and licked echoskips cheek. "You did it. I'm very proud of you, it's not me who did anything too significant" he meows. Curling his tail around her shoulders and watching the kits squirm around her. He looked over at splashheart. Stomrkit? My son? A stomrkit. I wouldn't mind. Especially since my name means storm, perhaps he is like... Something to remind them. "Stormkit. I like it. Just like his father" he purred. Getting up and walking around the other end too look at the kits closely, allowing moonsplash and Splashheart to examine the kits closer. He was proud, they were certainly beautiful kits. "I think I'm Supposed to go now. I'll let you, rest with your friends" he meowed to echoskip. She was good friend. Not his mate even though the kittens came from him. He bent and licked her cheek before padding out into the freezing rain. Shaking his fur out and than padding into the rain. Perhaps he could find goldeneye.

[wickedvirtues]

(Aww sure i'd like one X3)

Splashheart sighed softly, nodding her head. "Unfortunately, yes." She mewed, sounding faintly apologetic. She flicked her tail at Echoskip's shoulder, lifting her head a little to look over at the other two for a moment. Then she stood up and padded past Echoskip to her nest, reaching under the moss and pulling out the stick she kept there. Knew this would come in handy. She took the stick in her jaws and padded back to Echoskip, dropping it beside her paws. "Bite down on that," She advised. "It helps, a little. I would ask Geckoleaf for some poppy seeds for the pain, but those would put you to sleep and that could do some damage, so.." She trailed off. Echoskip probably already knew this. "Bare with me here." She glanced back up at Tempestjay and Moonshadow, and grimaced faintly. "Could one of you go get her some wet moss?"
Moonsplash winced at what she mewed, nuzzling her mate softly. She just wanted this to be over. She curled her tail, nervous about what would happen. She met Splashheart's eyes, determined to help. She straighened herself, looking stronger than she felt. She watched her nervously, ears slightly pinning back as she pulled out a stick. Curious, she slightly tilted her head. Not gonna ask Moonsplash thought, watching her. She took a deep breath, making herself look calm to help her mates nerves. Suddenly it clicked. Clever. She thought, smiling softly. Poppy seeds wouldn't be good for this, since they made cats sleepy or so she heard. She didn't want anything to go wrong with the kitting, so felt better with the stick being used. Moonsplash bit her lip, nervous about how the kits would turn out. Nodding, Moonsplash rushed out of the den and quickly returned with a wad of moss clamped in her jaws.

Random Melchester CandyFlossCat Royal LelliNicole.zob Aura

~Little itty bitty timeskip to keep things within Site Guidelines~

Three healthy kits were curled up beside Echoskip, a sleepy smile on the molly's face. She nuzzled them softly, bringing them closer with a sweep of her tail. "Thank you, Splashheart." She meowed to the queen who had aided her in her kitten's birth. She gazed at them, almost unsure of what to name the tiny, mewling creatures. "This is Cricketkit." She nudged the tiny female kitten in front of the others, letting out a purr. "This is Harekit." She nudged the small black and white kitten with a stumpy tail. "And this is..." She stared at the final kitten, flicking her tail as she thought of what to call them.
Moonsplash purred, looking down at the small bundles. She looked down at the kits, purring softly. She already loved them strongly. She smiled at Splashheart in a thanks before waiting for their names. She nodded, looking at Cricketkit. Harekit also sounded nice. "Beautiful names." She mewed softly, herself unsure of what to name the last bundle of fluff. She blinked, unsure of what would sound nice. Moonsplash couldn't think of anything creative or nice sounding for the tom, hoping someone else would come up with something good.

The last kitten lay curled up beside his mother, mewling softly, his mouth opened and his round teeth showing as he let out pitiful squeaks, squirming closer to his mother. His fur was a dark black, white around his chest, stomach and paws. His eyes, not open yet, would be a bright blue that would fade to green when he was older.

Splashheart gazed down at them, then looked at the young black Tom. For some reason, he reminded her of Blackstorm. The thought of her brother made her smile faintly, gazing at the nameless kitten. "What about Stormkit?" She murmured, mostly to herself. This wasnt her kit to name, though she found herself wishing for more little bundles of her own, even though her little ones werent even out of the nursery yet. This kit, though, definitely looked like a Stormkit. And as she spoke the name, the nameless kit's head swiveled up slightly, another mewl escaping him.
Moonsplash nuzzled the tiny kit softly, purring. All the kits were healthy and adorable. Even though she wasn't their biological parent, she loved them like she was. Turning to Echoskip, she smiled and her eyes were bright with excitement. Moonsplash's heart was fluttering in her chest, she turned to Splashheart. "That's a lovely name." She purred, he looked like a Stormkit definitely. She felt the name fit the tom, and his head swiveled in a sort of agreement. "I think he agrees" she chuckled.




Random Melchester CandyFlossCat Royal LelliNicole.zob Aura

"Stormkit is perfect." Echoskip purred, nudging the tiny kitten closer to her and running her tongue over his head gently. She smiled up at Splashheart, before turning to Moonsplash and licking her cheek gently, nuzzling her mate. "They're perfect..." She murmured, looking over at Tempestjay with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Tempestjay. For all you've done to help Moonsplash and I." She purred, giving Tempestjay a friendly nuzzle on his shoulder before laying her head down at her paws to watch the kittens explore the new environment around them. So precious... A purr rumbled from deep within her throat as she watched them, flicking her tail every now and again to make sure they stayed close.
"Yes.." Moonsplash agreed, nuzzling her mate back with pure joy they were healthy little kits. "They really are." She agreed, Harekit, Cricketkit, and Stormkit. She glanced to Tempestjay, purring. "Thank you, Tempestjay, you've helped us so much.." she said softly, smiling brightly at the tom. She watched the kits, nudging them gently every so often to keep them from straying too far from their mother. Moonsplash giggled as they squirmed around cutely, exploring deaf and blind in the nursery. Though they weren't born in camp, they'd be valuable ShadowClan members.

@Random Melchester Rubinaito CandyFlossCat

Tempestjay awkwardly watched them. Biting his lip thoughtfully, looking at the kits melted his heart and yet what he saw that had brought them into the world made him shrink back awkwardly. Plastering a fake smile on his maw, for sure these where his kits but he wasn't going to raise them. No. He would watch them grow and perhaps they would never know who he was. He would visit be a good family friend but never really be a factor in their lives. Perhaps he could mentor one when they grew. See all of them grow into fine Warriors. Setting his awkwardness aside he bent down and licked echoskips cheek. "You did it. I'm very proud of you, it's not me who did anything too significant" he meows. Curling his tail around her shoulders and watching the kits squirm around her. He looked over at splashheart. Stomrkit? My son? A stomrkit. I wouldn't mind. Especially since my name means storm, perhaps he is like... Something to remind them. "Stormkit. I like it. Just like his father" he purred. Getting up and walking around the other end too look at the kits closely, allowing moonsplash and Splashheart to examine the kits closer. He was proud, they were certainly beautiful kits. "I think I'm Supposed to go now. I'll let you, rest with your friends" he meowed to echoskip. She was good friend. Not his mate even though the kittens came from him. He bent and licked her cheek before padding out into the freezing rain. Shaking his fur out and than padding into the rain. Perhaps he could find goldeneye.

Moonsplash noticed he looked awkward, a bit saddened. She nuzzled him in a friendly manner. "I'm sure the kits will love you very much when they can see and hear" she promised, though they'd think he was a friend unless they also lied to the kits. She turned back to the kits, purring as she watched them. They were so small and fragile, though they'd grow stronger each moon. Moonsplash smiled, her eyes warm and glowing excitedly.

[Lilac]

Rubinaito CandyFlossCat Random Melchester Aura

The first kitten, a brown and white she-cat, layed beside her mother. She gave her legs a long stretch, and twitched her tiny tail. She let out a long, loud mewl of relaxation. To tired to open her blue eyes, she took in the scents around her. Catching the scent of her mother, she scooted closer to her.

(Just realized I never linked her appearance, so here (http://lellinicolezobcharries.weebly.com/cricketkit.html) it is, just so you know what she looks like. Her page isn't updated, as I'm creating a new page.)

[wickedvirtues]

Rubinaito CandyFlossCat Random Melchester Aura

The first kitten, a brown and white she-cat, layed beside her mother. She gave her legs a long stretch, and twitched her tiny tail. She let out a long, loud mewl of relaxation. To tired to open her blue eyes, she took in the scents around her. Catching the scent of her mother, she scooted closer to her.

(Just realized I never linked her appearance, so here (http://lellinicolezobcharries.weebly.com/cricketkit.html) it is, just so you know what she looks like. Her page isn't updated, as I'm creating a new page.)

Moonsplash purred, glancing down at the small kit. She looked up at Echoskip, a smile planted on her maw. She looked thrilled, her tail swaying and ears pricked. She wished she could've had them herself, but it was impossible with her relationship.

[Mango]

Beginning to grow tired, Hazelpaw turned her path to the nursery. "Sorry, little one," the molly meowed, "but I have to have energy to give your siblings rides too. Off you go!" With this, Hazelpaw began shaking her long pelt vigorously, hoping to send the white kit stumbling off of her. Of course, it was for fun- surely Snowkit would enjoy tumbling off Hazelpaw's back than just climbing off.
Hollowkit ran over to Hazelpaw," My turn!" He squeaked I'm excitement.

[Splash]

Hollowkit ran over to Hazelpaw," My turn!" He squeaked I'm excitement.
A smile spread upon Hazelpaw's face at Hollowkit's excitement. Without a word, the long-furred molly bent down into a crouch, waiting for Hollowkit to climb on. She hoped that her fur wasn't too wet to be slick for the small tom- the last thing Hazelpaw wanted was an injury.

[Teza]

Duststorm? | Fern | starfall | tawny~ | Constellation

Feathermist hadn't slept well since she and her family came to Riverclan while Shadowclan's camp was being run through by flood waters. She had to keep an eye on her family and make sure those Riverclan scum kept their dirty paws off of them. That lack of sleep caught up to the molly when the pain started. She knew instantly what the pain was for as she woke up in her makeshift nest in Riverclan's nursery. She glanced around quickly for Cedartuft. Her mother was the only one she trusted right now to help her through her second litter. Maybe she could give Quietdance more kits in this litter than she had been able to in the past. Hopefully... "M-Mother?" she meowed, not really able to see where her mother was in the darkness of the early morning. From what Feathermist could tell, the sun hadn't even begun to rise yet.

------

Sun-high. That's how long it took Feather to finally finish with the birth of her newest kits, but as she cleaned them up, one by one, she couldn't help but deem the time spent in agony worth it. She remembered when Ambercrackle was born. Back then, her heart had soared simply because she had survived the birth. When Creampaw and Ashpaw were born, she was excited to have given Quietdance sons, and a pair of them no less! With this litter, however, she was just glad to have them. They were alive and seemed to be healthy. She then decided to name them. The dilute calico started licking on her darkest kit; a little charcoal marbled tabby. "I'll name you Smokekit, for your pelt looking that of smoke," she said with a soft smile. She then turned to her only she-kit in the litter. "Your name will be Silverkit, for your beautiful silver face," she said, licking her newest daughter. She then turned to her last kit, another little tom. "I will name you Dancingkit, after your father." She gave each of her kits a few motherly licks as she scooched them closer to her bellie, forgetting about the fact they weren't even in their own camp. She glanced outside the nursery for her mate, however, hoping he was just outside.

[Mango]

Random Melchester

Hollowkit wasn't interested in playing with his sister, Snowkit and Hazelpaw wasn't around for bear rides. He glanced around looking for someone to talk to or play with depending on there age and what he or they wanted to do let the older kit pick his eyes searched and landed on Squirrelkit, an Riverclan kit, he knew from his mother, Petalsky to avoid the Shadowclan kits,however; his father said he could make a life long friend with one of them, but his father wasn't in the nursery so he trotted over to Squirrelkit he smiled and squeaked in his high-pitched kit-voice," Hi I'm Hollowkit! You might not know me because I'm only a moon old, don't worry I'm Riverclan, like you..unless I my senses are wrong and your Shadowclan because if your Shadowclan I can't talk to you, atleast, thats what my mommy tells me... he kept his ears perked curious as to what Squirrelkit had to say and sounded like.

[Random Melody]

Random Melchester

Hollowkit wasn't interested in playing with his sister, Snowkit and Hazelpaw wasn't around for bear rides. He glanced around looking for someone to talk to or play with depending on there age and what he or they wanted to do let the older kit pick his eyes searched and landed on Squirrelkit, an Riverclan kit, he knew from his mother, Petalsky to avoid the Shadowclan kits,however; his father said he could make a life long friend with one of them, but his father wasn't in the nursery so he trotted over to Squirrelkit he smiled and squeaked in his high-pitched kit-voice," Hi I'm Hollowkit! You might not know me because I'm only a moon old, don't worry I'm Riverclan, like you..unless I my senses are wrong and your Shadowclan because if your Shadowclan I can't talk to you, atleast, thats what my mommy tells me... he kept his ears perked curious as to what Squirrelkit had to say and sounded like.

Squirrelkit let her tail swish boredly over the moss, glancing outside the den every now and again. Her boredom didnt last too long, however, because a Tom kit came trotting up to her, and he immediately had Squirrelkit's attention. Squirrelkit was Tom-crazy. Well, mostly just to annoy her father. Mixedfur wasnt in the den, but Squirrelkit didnt see any reason not to treat this Tom any different. After all - He may help her with her schemes in the future. Squirrelkit had to admit she had more Tom friends than she-cat friends. Mostly because the Tom's were easier to play with. They just followed her blindly, did what she said because of her wide, pretty blue eyes and her gorgeous smile. Squirrelkit knew she was beautiful - She did, after all, take after her mother.

The she-kit purred as Hollowkit spoke, her blue-gray ears twitching as she raised one white paw to her muzzle, giving a quick lick and running her now wet paw over her ear. She liked to keep her pelt clean around the Toms. After all, how was she supposed to get anyone to fall for her with a dirty pelt? "Im Squirrelkit," She purred out, batting her eyes at Hollowkit with a flirty smile. Good thing she paid attention to the apprentices. And to how her mother acted around her father. Flirting came so easy to her, and Squirrelkit was still quite young. Still, nothing more fun than flirting. She didnt do it to break their hearts, mostly just for a reaction from Mixedfur. But even though her father wasnt their, she still felt in a very flirty mood. "Its so nice to meet you. Yes, im RiverClan." She smirked faintly.

Having ShadowClan move in was probably one of the best things, ever. There were so many cute Tom kits that she could befriend. And Splashheart had told her to play nice with them. So, she intended to. Maybe a little too nice. But nothing wrong with expanding her Tom-kit army. Really, Squirrelkit didnt know why she did what she did, flirting her way around the Tom kits in the Clan. She just... Did.

[Mango]

Squirrelkit let her tail swish boredly over the moss, glancing outside the den every now and again. Her boredom didnt last too long, however, because a Tom kit came trotting up to her, and he immediately had Squirrelkit's attention. Squirrelkit was Tom-crazy. Well, mostly just to annoy her father. Mixedfur wasnt in the den, but Squirrelkit didnt see any reason not to treat this Tom any different. After all - He may help her with her schemes in the future. Squirrelkit had to admit she had more Tom friends than she-cat friends. Mostly because the Tom's were easier to play with. They just followed her blindly, did what she said because of her wide, pretty blue eyes and her gorgeous smile. Squirrelkit knew she was beautiful - She did, after all, take after her mother.

The she-kit purred as Hollowkit spoke, her blue-gray ears twitching as she raised one white paw to her muzzle, giving a quick lick and running her now wet paw over her ear. She liked to keep her pelt clean around the Toms. After all, how was she supposed to get anyone to fall for her with a dirty pelt? "Im Squirrelkit," She purred out, batting her eyes at Hollowkit with a flirty smile. Good thing she paid attention to the apprentices. And to how her mother acted around her father. Flirting came so easy to her, and Squirrelkit was still quite young. Still, nothing more fun than flirting. She didnt do it to break their hearts, mostly just for a reaction from Mixedfur. But even though her father wasnt their, she still felt in a very flirty mood. "Its so nice to meet you. Yes, im RiverClan." She smirked faintly.

Having ShadowClan move in was probably one of the best things, ever. There were so many cute Tom kits that she could befriend. And Splashheart had told her to play nice with them. So, she intended to. Maybe a little too nice. But nothing wrong with expanding her Tom-kit army. Really, Squirrelkit didnt know why she did what she did, flirting her way around the Tom kits in the Clan. She just... Did.
(DANG! She really is a flirt! I'm amusing myself writing this...lol)
Hollowkit blinked at the gorgeous she-kit She's pretty, I bet she'll be my mate when I'm older and we'll have hundreds of kits and I'll bet she'll be clan leader and I can be her deputy, because I don't want to be medicine cat in a smelly den my whole life and never have a mate... he gasped in joy," H-Hi Squirrelkit. Your beautiful! " he stuttered in shock. He didn't quite know how to purr so he didn't but he wanted to, the only other reason he did't purr was because he thought it might be creepy," Sooo... " he squeaked excitedly," Wanna be friends ? " Nothing wrong with too many friends, and if I start as friends I'm sure she'll be my mate when we are older! He truthfully didn't exactly care that he didn't know anything about her besides that she was a Riverclanner and pretty, but he was determined to make her his mate. He believe simply starting as friends was the perfect way to begin...If I become clan leader, I must appoint her deputy... it didn't occur to him that she could be vain or that she might not make the best deputy or that maybe niether of them would become deputy, nor did he know it was creepy asking to be friends that soon.

[Brilliance]

Duststorm? | Fern | starfall | tawny~ | Constellation

Feathermist hadn't slept well since she and her family came to Riverclan while Shadowclan's camp was being run through by flood waters. She had to keep an eye on her family and make sure those Riverclan scum kept their dirty paws off of them. That lack of sleep caught up to the molly when the pain started. She knew instantly what the pain was for as she woke up in her makeshift nest in Riverclan's nursery. She glanced around quickly for Cedartuft. Her mother was the only one she trusted right now to help her through her second litter. Maybe she could give Quietdance more kits in this litter than she had been able to in the past. Hopefully... "M-Mother?" she meowed, not really able to see where her mother was in the darkness of the early morning. From what Feathermist could tell, the sun hadn't even begun to rise yet.

------

Sun-high. That's how long it took Feather to finally finish with the birth of her newest kits, but as she cleaned them up, one by one, she couldn't help but deem the time spent in agony worth it. She remembered when Ambercrackle was born. Back then, her heart had soared simply because she had survived the birth. When Creampaw and Ashpaw were born, she was excited to have given Quietdance sons, and a pair of them no less! With this litter, however, she was just glad to have them. They were alive and seemed to be healthy. She then decided to name them. The dilute calico started licking on her darkest kit; a little charcoal marbled tabby. "I'll name you Smokekit, for your pelt looking that of smoke," she said with a soft smile. She then turned to her only she-kit in the litter. "Your name will be Silverkit, for your beautiful silver face," she said, licking her newest daughter. She then turned to her last kit, another little tom. "I will name you Dancingkit, after your father." She gave each of her kits a few motherly licks as she scooched them closer to her bellie, forgetting about the fact they weren't even in their own camp. She glanced outside the nursery for her mate, however, hoping he was just outside.

Quietdance thought being in his own clan was uncomfortable, but being around fishy Riverclan cats? That had to be the worse of all. Some of them were nice though, and Quietdance usually sat on the sidelines, looking to be glaring at others. But, he was merely curious about these other cats. They ate fish, they swam, they were...well, different to him, but he figured each clan had their perks. He just wished Halestar chose a less salmony-place. The sleek furred, much older tom kept quiet. He didn't have much to say, but his ears was always opened. Since Feathermist and Ambercrackle been confined to the nursery, he woke up daily each day just to make sure they were okay. At the moment, he sat outside the nursery den, laying his head contently on his paws as his tail swished behind him in a lazy manner. Everything was relaxed without cats constantly in the way, but since the conjoined of two clans, everything has been a lot tighter. His breathing was soft, as if it weren't there. He immediately shot up when he heard yowling. It was never best for anyone to be in the way when a she cat was giving birth, but judging from the familiar tone...his new litter of kits were coming. The tom listened in, waiting impatiently for him to be ready to come in. It seemed like forever before he heard silence. There were nothing but mewling newborns, so the tom quietly padded into the den, hearing the voice of his mate as she named the kits. At first, the only thing really noticeable about him was his glowing yellow hues, and as she named them: Smokekit, Silverkit, and Dancingkit, Quietdance gently padded up to her, a purr rumbling deep in his throat. "Those are beautiful names." He says, rather quietly as he didn't want to disturb the small ones. He bent his head down to press his nose against Feathermist's cheek. Two sons...and another daughter. It was the complete blessing.

Duststorm
tawny~
starfall
AbsurdJinx

[Random Melody]

(DANG! She really is a flirt! I'm amusing myself writing this...lol)
Hollowkit blinked at the gorgeous she-kit She's pretty, I bet she'll be my mate when I'm older and we'll have hundreds of kits and I'll bet she'll be clan leader and I can be her deputy, because I don't want to be medicine cat in a smelly den my whole life and never have a mate... he gasped in joy," H-Hi Squirrelkit. Your beautiful! " he stuttered in shock. He didn't quite know how to purr so he didn't but he wanted to, the only other reason he did't purr was because he thought it might be creepy," Sooo... " he squeaked excitedly," Wanna be friends ? " Nothing wrong with too many friends, and if I start as friends I'm sure she'll be my mate when we are older! He truthfully didn't exactly care that he didn't know anything about her besides that she was a Riverclanner and pretty, but he was determined to make her his mate. He believe simply starting as friends was the perfect way to begin...If I become clan leader, I must appoint her deputy... it didn't occur to him that she could be vain or that she might not make the best deputy or that maybe niether of them would become deputy, nor did he know it was creepy asking to be friends that soon.

(That's my Squirrel baby <3)
Squirrelkit's face broke into a grin, hearing him stutter, and she almost laughed. She would have, but she managed not to, keeping the sweet smile on her face as she listened. She had to admit he was one of the good-looking Tom's around. Definitely great for flirting with. Ohhh, her father would be so mad! She had almost zoned out, but managed to stay focused on Hollowkit. Focus was one of the things she was trying to get better at. She had to focus in order to be a good flirt. "Thank you," She smiled, barely flattered, but her expression said otherwise. Squirrelkit was all too used to hearing how "Beautiful" and "Amazing" she was. The compliments never got old, but they never surprised her, either.

At his question, Squirrelkit's smile widened, casting a glance toward the entrance to the nursery before smiling back at Hollowkit. The look was half-cheeky, half-flirty. "Of course," A giggle escaped her lips, her sparkling blue eyes meeting Hollowkit's. "I do love making new friends." She let her tail flick forward, gently running her tail tip under his chin and letting out a small purr. "Especially good-looking friends." She winked to bring more effect to her words, smirking on the inside.

She knew Mixedfur would kill her, but that didnt matter. What mattered was the Tom in front of her, and how he could help her make Mixedfur as mad as she wanted. Of course, she'd never allow him to get hurt, and nor would her mother. And she would make sure to cut it loose a little if Hollowkit got a little too attached. Squirrelkit was a bit vain, but she didnt exactly enjoy breaking the Tom's hearts. Well, she did anyway, but sometimes they had to get hurt. It was worth it in the end.. According to them at least. They figured as long as they were friends with the beautiful she-kit, that was enough. Either way, it was all a game with her. Maybe one day she may be truly interested in love, but... Not yet.

[seasalt]

Quietdance thought being in his own clan was uncomfortable, but being around fishy Riverclan cats? That had to be the worse of all. Some of them were nice though, and Quietdance usually sat on the sidelines, looking to be glaring at others. But, he was merely curious about these other cats. They ate fish, they swam, they were...well, different to him, but he figured each clan had their perks. He just wished Halestar chose a less salmony-place. The sleek furred, much older tom kept quiet. He didn't have much to say, but his ears was always opened. Since Feathermist and Ambercrackle been confined to the nursery, he woke up daily each day just to make sure they were okay. At the moment, he sat outside the nursery den, laying his head contently on his paws as his tail swished behind him in a lazy manner. Everything was relaxed without cats constantly in the way, but since the conjoined of two clans, everything has been a lot tighter. His breathing was soft, as if it weren't there. He immediately shot up when he heard yowling. It was never best for anyone to be in the way when a she cat was giving birth, but judging from the familiar tone...his new litter of kits were coming. The tom listened in, waiting impatiently for him to be ready to come in. It seemed like forever before he heard silence. There were nothing but mewling newborns, so the tom quietly padded into the den, hearing the voice of his mate as she named the kits. At first, the only thing really noticeable about him was his glowing yellow hues, and as she named them: Smokekit, Silverkit, and Dancingkit, Quietdance gently padded up to her, a purr rumbling deep in his throat. "Those are beautiful names." He says, rather quietly as he didn't want to disturb the small ones. He bent his head down to press his nose against Feathermist's cheek. Two sons...and another daughter. It was the complete blessing.

Duststorm
tawny~
starfall
AbsurdJinx



The newborn wiggled, trying to get used to his surroundings. Snuggling against his mother, curiosity coursed through his head, he wanted to explore, where ever he was. Even if he was blind, exploring sounded excited, even if he didn't know what that was. Crawling over his mother proved to be a battle, and very time consuming. He let out a tiny frustrated mew. Exploring was very hard to do, for someone so small. But his stubbornness shone through as he wiggled forward blindly. He mewled in triumph, until he bumped into some cat. Great. Letting out another frustrated, the determined newborn continued to try to go forward, but whoever was in front of them was not moving. The charcoal black tabby's mewls continued, as if he was saying, "Get out of my way, you big meanie!" He sorta knew this was his father, but his name, the newborn didn't know, nor care for such things. Smokekit didn't realize he had a name even. Soon enough, he ran out of energy trying to move the big furry thing, landing right on his rump, mewling in anger and frustration as he landed on his tail. Great. Just great. "You win this time, big furry thing!" The newborn mewled angrily. "But, someday, I'll win!"

[Mango]

(That's my Squirrel baby <3)
Squirrelkit's face broke into a grin, hearing him stutter, and she almost laughed. She would have, but she managed not to, keeping the sweet smile on her face as she listened. She had to admit he was one of the good-looking Tom's around. Definitely great for flirting with. Ohhh, her father would be so mad! She had almost zoned out, but managed to stay focused on Hollowkit. Focus was one of the things she was trying to get better at. She had to focus in order to be a good flirt. "Thank you," She smiled, barely flattered, but her expression said otherwise. Squirrelkit was all too used to hearing how "Beautiful" and "Amazing" she was. The compliments never got old, but they never surprised her, either.

At his question, Squirrelkit's smile widened, casting a glance toward the entrance to the nursery before smiling back at Hollowkit. The look was half-cheeky, half-flirty. "Of course," A giggle escaped her lips, her sparkling blue eyes meeting Hollowkit's. "I do love making new friends." She let her tail flick forward, gently running her tail tip under his chin and letting out a small purr. "Especially good-looking friends." She winked to bring more effect to her words, smirking on the inside.

She knew Mixedfur would kill her, but that didnt matter. What mattered was the Tom in front of her, and how he could help her make Mixedfur as mad as she wanted. Of course, she'd never allow him to get hurt, and nor would her mother. And she would make sure to cut it loose a little if Hollowkit got a little too attached. Squirrelkit was a bit vain, but she didnt exactly enjoy breaking the Tom's hearts. Well, she did anyway, but sometimes they had to get hurt. It was worth it in the end.. According to them at least. They figured as long as they were friends with the beautiful she-kit, that was enough. Either way, it was all a game with her. Maybe one day she may be truly interested in love, but... Not yet.
Hollowkit squeaked in excitement and flashed a smile," Yay!" He swished his tail happily,"Thanks. But your more pretty than I am handsome!" He didn't mind the complement she already thinks I'm handsome awesome, she'll be my mate by the time we are warriors! And we'll have one million kitshe purred at the thought he knew he was a little distracted, but he didn't care, he thought it was real love. He had no idea what love felt like. He just assumed he knew what love was like.

[Random Melody]

Hollowkit squeaked in excitement and flashed a smile," Yay!" He swished his tail happily,"Thanks. But your more pretty than I am handsome!" He didn't mind the complement she already thinks I'm handsome awesome, she'll be my mate by the time we are warriors! And we'll have one million kitshe purred at the thought he knew he was a little distracted, but he didn't care, he thought it was real love. He had no idea what love felt like. He just assumed he knew what love was like.

Squirrelkit gave an amused look, letting her tail swish lightly over the moss. This Tom was fun to be around. So were the others but this one stood out. Perhaps because he continued to compliment her? No, she got more compliments from Reedkit... Hm. She wasnt sure, but she did like the attention anyway. The kit stood and stretched, then came forward, allowing her pelt to brush lightly against Hollowkit's. She gave a smirk to herself, fixing her blue gaze on the nursery entrance.

"Why dont we go out to the camp?" She asked sweetly. "My father and brother are out there. They'd love to meet you." She knew Fiercekit didnt really care about her flirting habits, but Mixedfur... A little smile danced on her lips. If Mixedfur did end up spotting her and Hollowkit, he would most likely freak out. And goodness, Squirrelkit needed a laugh for the day. "They love meeting my friends."

[Mango]

Squirrelkit gave an amused look, letting her tail swish lightly over the moss. This Tom was fun to be around. So were the others but this one stood out. Perhaps because he continued to compliment her? No, she got more compliments from Reedkit... Hm. She wasnt sure, but she did like the attention anyway. The kit stood and stretched, then came forward, allowing her pelt to brush lightly against Hollowkit's. She gave a smirk to herself, fixing her blue gaze on the nursery entrance.

"Why dont we go out to the camp?" She asked sweetly. "My father and brother are out there. They'd love to meet you." She knew Fiercekit didnt really care about her flirting habits, but Mixedfur... A little smile danced on her lips. If Mixedfur did end up spotting her and Hollowkit, he would most likely freak out. And goodness, Squirrelkit needed a laugh for the day. "They love meeting my friends."
Hollowkit's widened in excitement," I'd love to meet your family!" He was super excited too, especially since he believe they're be one day, his family in law. (sorry super short, I'm on mobile)

[Random Melody]

Hollowkit's widened in excitement," I'd love to meet your family!" He was super excited too, especially since he believe they're be one day, his family in law. (sorry super short, I'm on mobile)

Bingo, Squirrelkit thought with a sly smile to herself, flicking her tail lightly over Hollowkit's ears. "Well then cmon. Hollowkit, right?" She asked sweetly as she trotted toward the entrance. "Im sure my family would love to meet you." She knew Splashheart would, anyway. Her mother didnt see anything wrong with her making Tom friends, which made her a little boring. But Mixedfur... Squirrelkit's paws tingled with excitement now. She couldnt wait to see that look on her father's face!

[Mango]

Bingo, Squirrelkit thought with a sly smile to herself, flicking her tail lightly over Hollowkit's ears. "Well then cmon. Hollowkit, right?" She asked sweetly as she trotted toward the entrance. "Im sure my family would love to meet you." She knew Splashheart would, anyway. Her mother didnt see anything wrong with her making Tom friends, which made her a little boring. But Mixedfur... Squirrelkit's paws tingled with excitement now. She couldnt wait to see that look on her father's face!
Hollowkit wriggled in excitement as he followed after Squirrelkit I wonder what her family is like? (sorry couldn't find a way to make it longer...continue in clearing?)

[Random Melody]

Hollowkit wriggled in excitement as he followed after Squirrelkit I wonder what her family is like? (sorry couldn't find a way to make it longer...continue in clearing?)

(Sure i'll mention you X3)

[AbsurdJinx]

Teza Duststorm Constellation starfall tawny~

Silverkit felt a flat surface, rough yet gentle, drag at her pelt. She mewled at the unexpected touch, her small paws reaching forward to dab at anything before her. Blinded, the small feline could only use touch to maneuver herself as her other senses didn't work as well. Silverkit yelped when she was pulled against something warm, something she automatically determined to be her mother. Feeling safe, comfort flooding throughout her tiny body, Silverkit leaned against the body of her mother. She was exhausted after having gone through the trauma of birth - perhaps not as rough as Feathermist's experience - but still tired. Her small body simply could not endure the special yet emotional event. Mewling for absolutely no reason whatsoever, Silverkit settled on their flank, allowing their heavy head to drop against the nest below her. Their meows slowly faded into quiet snores. She was aware of her littermate's noisy mews, but she just couldn't bring herself to care. Her mother's warmth had only further entranced her into sleep, as well as her father's presence in which she sensed.

[RedHead]

Royal Constellation CandyFlossCat monfang

Ambercrackle lay in the nursery, the unfamiliar, fishy scent entering her nostrils. Are my kits going to have to grow up here? She hadn't given birth quite yet, but Ambercrackle could feel that their birth was close. Her kits seemed to be moving more quickly lately, and she supposed that was a sign of them getting ready to enter this world. As Ambercrackle closed her eyes, a harsh spasm racked her body. Her golden eyes flickered open, filling with worry. Her mother had just given birth, she wasn't sure if she wanted to give birth right now. She didn't want her kits to be the same age as her younger siblings! Another spasm rippled through her stomach, and Ambercrackle sighed. I guess I have no choice...

#Timeskip

The new queen wrapped her fluffy tail around her newborn kits, who were all clean and looked healthy. Ambercrackle knew she might have to get some help from her mom, but for now, she felt as if she could handle her own kits. Names. Ambercrackle dwelled on the thought for a moment. She was exhausted, and just wanted to sleep. But she decided that they needed names before slept. Besides, she had no one to wait on. Burn was far far away, and clearly didn't care for her. Or the kits she had just given birth to. "Hmm lets see..." Ambercrackle thought long and hard about names. She hadn't quite come up with any before the kits had been born, so she now had to think them up. "I'm going to name you Burningkit, for the burning love I have for you and your brothers." She meowed, touching her only daughter gently with her nose. Turning to her sons, she looked them over. "I'll name you Blazekit, for how I wish for you to blaze successfully through life". She meowed, stroking the pale orange kit's back with a paw. "And you will be Infernokit, for the fire that I know will shine in your eyes." She flicked his ears slightly with her tail, smiling with amusement. Turning to her last son, Ambercrackle licked his head gently. "And your name will be Auburnkit, for the lovley color of your fur and the kindness that will be in your heart." Sighing contentedly, Ambercrackle closed her eyes to slits, resting, but keeping an eye on her beloved kits.

[wickedvirtues]

Royal Constellation CandyFlossCat monfang

Ambercrackle lay in the nursery, the unfamiliar, fishy scent entering her nostrils. Are my kits going to have to grow up here? She hadn't given birth quite yet, but Ambercrackle could feel that their birth was close. Her kits seemed to be moving more quickly lately, and she supposed that was a sign of them getting ready to enter this world. As Ambercrackle closed her eyes, a harsh spasm racked her body. Her golden eyes flickered open, filling with worry. Her mother had just given birth, she wasn't sure if she wanted to give birth right now. She didn't want her kits to be the same age as her younger siblings! Another spasm rippled through her stomach, and Ambercrackle sighed. I guess I have no choice...

#Timeskip

The new queen wrapped her fluffy tail around her newborn kits, who were all clean and looked healthy. Ambercrackle knew she might have to get some help from her mom, but for now, she felt as if she could handle her own kits. Names. Ambercrackle dwelled on the thought for a moment. She was exhausted, and just wanted to sleep. But she decided that they needed names before slept. Besides, she had no one to wait on. Burn was far far away, and clearly didn't care for her. Or the kits she had just given birth to. "Hmm lets see..." Ambercrackle thought long and hard about names. She hadn't quite come up with any before the kits had been born, so she now had to think them up. "I'm going to name you Burningkit, for the burning love I have for you and your brothers." She meowed, touching her only daughter gently with her nose. Turning to her sons, she looked them over. "I'll name you Blazekit, for how I wish for you to blaze successfully through life". She meowed, stroking the pale orange kit's back with a paw. "And you will be Infernokit, for the fire that I know will shine in your eyes." She flicked his ears slightly with her tail, smiling with amusement. Turning to her last son, Ambercrackle licked his head gently. "And your name will be Auburnkit, for the lovley color of your fur and the kindness that will be in your heart." Sighing contentedly, Ambercrackle closed her eyes to slits, resting, but keeping an eye on her beloved kits.


Blazekit lay next to his siblings, blind and deaf. His fur was fluffed out, and he was unsure of where he was. It smelled weird, like something he didn't know. Well, he didn't know pretty much anything, so that made sense. Blazekit's tiny head lifted as he squeaked, his tail flicking. In the faint muttering he somewhat heard he determined this had to be his name, something that he'd keep throughout his life. Blazekit was tired, curling up as his jaws stretched in a yawn. He felt the warmth of his siblings and mother around him, oddly comforted with the fact he didn't yet know them. Perhaps that was just natural, but oh well. He squirmed slightly, trying to get as comfortable as he could. "....Burningkit" That must be one of my siblings[/] Blazekit thought, keeping it stored in his mind. He waited to hear anything else, interested all the sudden. He was slowly dozing off, though trying to fight his sleepiness. [I]Blazekit.. I must be Blazekit then! He thought, proud of his name. It was a powerful name, a good name. "...Infernokit" My siblings are Infernokit and.. Burningkit. He thought, curling up. Maybe i've got more! He wondered, waiting with interest for his mothers words. Blazekit, Burningkit, Infernokit, and Auburnkit. The names registered in Blazekit's mind as he finally let himself fall asleep knowing the names of his siblings.

[Mango]

A smile spread upon Hazelpaw's face at Hollowkit's excitement. Without a word, the long-furred molly bent down into a crouch, waiting for Hollowkit to climb on. She hoped that her fur wasn't too wet to be slick for the small tom- the last thing Hazelpaw wanted was an injury.
Hollowkit squeaked in excitement and scrambled on.
(How soon do you want the fire with Hazel and Whitenose)

[wren]

Royal Constellation CandyFlossCat monfang

Ambercrackle lay in the nursery, the unfamiliar, fishy scent entering her nostrils. Are my kits going to have to grow up here? She hadn't given birth quite yet, but Ambercrackle could feel that their birth was close. Her kits seemed to be moving more quickly lately, and she supposed that was a sign of them getting ready to enter this world. As Ambercrackle closed her eyes, a harsh spasm racked her body. Her golden eyes flickered open, filling with worry. Her mother had just given birth, she wasn't sure if she wanted to give birth right now. She didn't want her kits to be the same age as her younger siblings! Another spasm rippled through her stomach, and Ambercrackle sighed. I guess I have no choice...

#Timeskip

The new queen wrapped her fluffy tail around her newborn kits, who were all clean and looked healthy. Ambercrackle knew she might have to get some help from her mom, but for now, she felt as if she could handle her own kits. Names. Ambercrackle dwelled on the thought for a moment. She was exhausted, and just wanted to sleep. But she decided that they needed names before slept. Besides, she had no one to wait on. Burn was far far away, and clearly didn't care for her. Or the kits she had just given birth to. "Hmm lets see..." Ambercrackle thought long and hard about names. She hadn't quite come up with any before the kits had been born, so she now had to think them up. "I'm going to name you Burningkit, for the burning love I have for you and your brothers." She meowed, touching her only daughter gently with her nose. Turning to her sons, she looked them over. "I'll name you Blazekit, for how I wish for you to blaze successfully through life". She meowed, stroking the pale orange kit's back with a paw. "And you will be Infernokit, for the fire that I know will shine in your eyes." She flicked his ears slightly with her tail, smiling with amusement. Turning to her last son, Ambercrackle licked his head gently. "And your name will be Auburnkit, for the lovley color of your fur and the kindness that will be in your heart." Sighing contentedly, Ambercrackle closed her eyes to slits, resting, but keeping an eye on her beloved kits.



It was so cold, so very cold outside. Wherever he had been before was where he'd like the spend the rest of his time. Floating in endless sleep, eyes closed, the warmth. It was the harsh reality that made him want to crawl back to wherever he had been a minute ago. The small kit rolled onto his back, reaching out his teeny paws backwards. Go back! Go back! he urged himself. But found his attempts utterly useless when he pawed at blank space. He withdrew his small paws and squeaked in frustration. Than a soothing voice filled his mind, blotting out everything else he had previously heard. Sharp cracks, wails, rain pounding above his head, and yet within his voice he found himself coaxed into a gentle reminder. Someone else was looking over him. Not just the squirming bundles at his sides, no, somone much bigger than himself. Whoever the voice belonged to was surrounding him on all sides. Closing him into a warm hug. Keeping him safe from whatever monster was outside creating all the rucass. Burning, blaze, Inferno, auburn, what perculiar words? Each was being spoken over each of the bundles except for him. Did I not get a peculiar word? But than he felt warm breath over him, the sense somebody was looming over his blind body. Inferno. that was his word! A fantastic word... What did it mean exactly? He purred contently and settled into the overwhelming sea of fur. As he did a sudden urge within his lower half hit him hard. He shifted to the side. His stomach hurt? Frustrated the little kit crawled towards his mother? But when he found her he was suddenly intrigued by a new feeling. Long story short he found himself filling this void within him. He didn't know what it was but he certainly found joy. It was some sort of liquid. Warm and for-filling. He purred and settled into his mother. Burying his head between his paws.

[Hexict]

Fogleap smiled a bit, he was glad he could get some sort of reply out of the kit. Of course the tom had no idea what happened in these kits past and just assumed Lochkit just wasn't much of a talker. "What do you like to do, Lochkit?" He purred and tilted his head to one side. The Siamese cat sat and wrapped his long tail, which had accidentally tripped their mother earlier that day, around his paws. He wanted to get to know both kits but he had a feeling Lochkit would take much longer to get to know then his brother. His eyes turned towards Quailkit, "And what is your favorite game to play?" He purred.

Suspiciousmindz Duskflight sorry for taking awhile to respond... are we still roleplaying this?

Lochkit remained close to Lotusheart. He was still nervous that Quailkit would be so physically close to the stranger. How could they be so trustful with a stranger like that? doesn't they see how much danger they could potentially be putting themselves in? The fluffy kit glared at Fogleap. It didn't help the tom that he had the same prefix as the kits' deceased father. Lochkit glanced to her mother, uncertain about how she could be around someone with the same prefix as her late mate. He felt a certain kind of stubbornness to not give into this tom. He didn't want to accept this stranger who happened to share a similar name to his father. Lochkit shied away when Fogleap spoke to him. The tom-kit simply turned away from the warrior, too awkward and painfully-shy to even respond to the question. The fluffy tom felt both relieved and on edge when he then turned to Quailkit and resumed playing with the other kit. Lochkit was glad that he wasn't forced into a conversation, but he continued to watch over his sibling just in case....

(short post, sorry :/)

[Brilliance]

Royal Constellation CandyFlossCat monfang

Ambercrackle lay in the nursery, the unfamiliar, fishy scent entering her nostrils. Are my kits going to have to grow up here? She hadn't given birth quite yet, but Ambercrackle could feel that their birth was close. Her kits seemed to be moving more quickly lately, and she supposed that was a sign of them getting ready to enter this world. As Ambercrackle closed her eyes, a harsh spasm racked her body. Her golden eyes flickered open, filling with worry. Her mother had just given birth, she wasn't sure if she wanted to give birth right now. She didn't want her kits to be the same age as her younger siblings! Another spasm rippled through her stomach, and Ambercrackle sighed. I guess I have no choice...

#Timeskip

The new queen wrapped her fluffy tail around her newborn kits, who were all clean and looked healthy. Ambercrackle knew she might have to get some help from her mom, but for now, she felt as if she could handle her own kits. Names. Ambercrackle dwelled on the thought for a moment. She was exhausted, and just wanted to sleep. But she decided that they needed names before slept. Besides, she had no one to wait on. Burn was far far away, and clearly didn't care for her. Or the kits she had just given birth to. "Hmm lets see..." Ambercrackle thought long and hard about names. She hadn't quite come up with any before the kits had been born, so she now had to think them up. "I'm going to name you Burningkit, for the burning love I have for you and your brothers." She meowed, touching her only daughter gently with her nose. Turning to her sons, she looked them over. "I'll name you Blazekit, for how I wish for you to blaze successfully through life". She meowed, stroking the pale orange kit's back with a paw. "And you will be Infernokit, for the fire that I know will shine in your eyes." She flicked his ears slightly with her tail, smiling with amusement. Turning to her last son, Ambercrackle licked his head gently. "And your name will be Auburnkit, for the lovley color of your fur and the kindness that will be in your heart." Sighing contentedly, Ambercrackle closed her eyes to slits, resting, but keeping an eye on her beloved kits.


Though blind and deaf to the world at this tender age of being a newborn, The young auburn colored tom, a mixture of a flaming pelt that looked like flames were dancing within him. His mew was soft, very tiny that one had to strain their ears in order to hear him. He wiggled around a bit, getting as close as he could to this...sweet sweet scent. It was calling his name. It was reeling in him rather quickly, and he tried to find it by exploring what he knew was around him. Something fluffy. Who was it? What was it? It was delicate and soft, and the young tom kit loved the feel of it. He almost forgot about the sweet scent, relishing in the softness of whatever this was he found himself nuzzling. It was warm, like the place he had been a few moments ago. The tom kit felt another set warmness settle on him. Something soft, and he almost squirmed around as he didn't like anything on top of him, but since it was so soft, he allowed it to stay. He small maw caught hold onto something. All natural as he began to suckle. The world was a silent place, and he was beginning to like that. But once his ears opened, he most likely wouldn't like the noise, but natural was always a pretty thing to soak in.

[Mango]

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Whitenose glanced at Slipkit," How are you doing?" He meowed.

[ladybugg03]

ladybugg03
Whitenose glanced at Slipkit," How are you doing?" He meowed.
Slipkit looked up at her father and mewed, "I'm doing great Father." She got up from her position on nursery floor and bounded over to her father. She tripped over paws and skidded to a stop in front of Whitenose. Her face grew warm with blush from embarrassment.

[Clover]

Hexict AbsurdJinx

Cloversplash had given birth before; she'd felt the pain and the trauma before, in this life even. It had been the kits of a rogue, but she'd loved her two children none the less. They had died within hours; the first one within minutes. But now, she had a healthy child, a tiny kit curled into the long belly of her fur, suckling placidly. She hoped that they were helpful; so far, she couldn't tell gender, but they seemed to be strong.

Geckoleaf entered the nursery, a mouthful of herbs clutched in her jaw. Stepping lightly and quietly around nests and tumbling kits alike, she made her way to the side of Cloversplash's nest. Though she never aided in the birth themselves, leaving that to permanent queens, she'd always check afterward that the kits and queens both were healthy and safe. Sitting down beside Cloversplash, she set down the borage leaves, smiling slightly. "Hello, Cloversplash. Are you feeling alright?" she mewed, visually surveying the molly. "I'm fine. What about the kit?"

The orange tabby turned her attention to the beautifully mottled kit, tiny and quiet. Giving it a slight nosing, she checked to make sure that the child was physically unmarred. "A healthy daughter, Cloversplash. She's clean; just make sure she stays warm. Eat these borage leaves, one with every meal until they're gone. Your child is beautiful," she said, smiling broadly. Geckoleaf's job done, she picked herself up and left, swishing out the entrance.

Cloversplash turned her attention back to the kit, continuing to lick her fur clean, waiting for her beloved mate Frostedhawk to arrive.

[Splash]

Hollowkit squeaked in excitement and scrambled on.
(How soon do you want the fire with Hazel and Whitenose)(Wherever you're ready)
Hazelpaw darted out of the nursery, careful that Hollowkit didn't fall off her back, and began lumbering around the camp clearing like a badger, a smile growing on her muzzle. The long furred brown she-cat paused, jumped straight up, and landed before continuing her stomping.

[Hexict]

Hexict AbsurdJinx

Cloversplash had given birth before; she'd felt the pain and the trauma before, in this life even. It had been the kits of a rogue, but she'd loved her two children none the less. They had died within hours; the first one within minutes. But now, she had a healthy child, a tiny kit curled into the long belly of her fur, suckling placidly. She hoped that they were helpful; so far, she couldn't tell gender, but they seemed to be strong.

Geckoleaf entered the nursery, a mouthful of herbs clutched in her jaw. Stepping lightly and quietly around nests and tumbling kits alike, she made her way to the side of Cloversplash's nest. Though she never aided in the birth themselves, leaving that to permanent queens, she'd always check afterward that the kits and queens both were healthy and safe. Sitting down beside Cloversplash, she set down the borage leaves, smiling slightly. "Hello, Cloversplash. Are you feeling alright?" she mewed, visually surveying the molly. "I'm fine. What about the kit?"

The orange tabby turned her attention to the beautifully mottled kit, tiny and quiet. Giving it a slight nosing, she checked to make sure that the child was physically unmarred. "A healthy daughter, Cloversplash. She's clean; just make sure she stays warm. Eat these borage leaves, one with every meal until they're gone. Your child is beautiful," she said, smiling broadly. Geckoleaf's job done, she picked herself up and left, swishing out the entrance.

Cloversplash turned her attention back to the kit, continuing to lick her fur clean, waiting for her beloved mate Frostedhawk to arrive.

AbsurdJinx

A grey and white tabby rushed into the nursery. He had been hunting that day, though as soon as he was told about Cloversplash giving birth he had ran back to camp to see her. He felt as though he had never been here before despite the fact that his eldest kits hadn't been out of the nursery for too long. But this felt so different... after Petaldown had been killed, he didn't bother with his fellow clan-mates. But that was before he was able to befriend Cloverplash. She made him feel things he never felt before and never knew he could feel. He honestly believed that he loved this cat. Sadly, he didn't feel the same way towards Mudpaw's, Quillpaw's and Foampaw's mother. But he had struggled to raise their kits and in a way he believed that he had failed at it. He hadn't shown them enough love because he was mental mess from Petaldown's death and didn't have it in him to care for others yet. The tom feared loosing anyone else since Petaldown was the closest to him.

Well, that was until Cloversplash.

After meeting Cloverplash, the two began to spend more and more time together. It hadn't been long that he was falling for her. Of course, he hadn't been able to pick up on his own feelings for her. Frostedhawk wasn't great at having such deep feelings for others, so he had actually been scared when he fell in love with her. Frostedhawk had felt overjoyed - something he hadn't felt prior - when they became mates and then again when she had told him when she was pregnant. How could he be so lucky? To have a mate that he absolutely loved and now to have a child with her? This was different than when he had his other kits, though he hoped that he would become a better father for his new daughter than he was to his sons. He did care about them still,but continued to truly show it to them. Besides, right now all he was thinking about was Cloversplash, he had no time to think about his other kits. The warrior wasn't sure what he would do if something were to happen to his beloved mate during child-birth. Even if their kit died, he'd prefer that over loosing her....

Though upon seeing the mottled kit curled up in the belly of the brown tabby. His heart seemed to warm up and he couldn't help but smile at the sight. He had a mate and now a daughter - but still wasn't aware of her gender yet. But now he had the fear of being a terrible father to her as well. He wanted to become a better tom than he was when he had Quillpaw, Mudpaw, and Foampaw. It wasn't like he planned on neglecting them or anything... but he admitted that his daughter will probably take up more of his attention. But could she not? When she was the daughter of Cloversplash? Frostedhawk slowly padded over to the two mollies. He didn't seem to notice anyone else, not the other queens, kits or even Geckoleaf. "Cloversplash..." his whispered softly, love glinting his orbs as he watched the two. The tom leaned forward and nuzzled the kit's head and then turned to Cloversplash. "They're beautiful... just like you," he drew his tongue over her cheek.

He hoped that the other kits and her would get along.

[Clover]

AbsurdJinx

A grey and white tabby rushed into the nursery. He had been hunting that day, though as soon as he was told about Cloversplash giving birth he had ran back to camp to see her. He felt as though he had never been here before despite the fact that his eldest kits hadn't been out of the nursery for too long. But this felt so different... after Petaldown had been killed, he didn't bother with his fellow clan-mates. But that was before he was able to befriend Cloverplash. She made him feel things he never felt before and never knew he could feel. He honestly believed that he loved this cat. Sadly, he didn't feel the same way towards Mudpaw's, Quillpaw's and Foampaw's mother. But he had struggled to raise their kits and in a way he believed that he had failed at it. He hadn't shown them enough love because he was mental mess from Petaldown's death and didn't have it in him to care for others yet. The tom feared loosing anyone else since Petaldown was the closest to him.

Well, that was until Cloversplash.

After meeting Cloverplash, the two began to spend more and more time together. It hadn't been long that he was falling for her. Of course, he hadn't been able to pick up on his own feelings for her. Frostedhawk wasn't great at having such deep feelings for others, so he had actually been scared when he fell in love with her. Frostedhawk had felt overjoyed - something he hadn't felt prior - when they became mates and then again when she had told him when she was pregnant. How could he be so lucky? To have a mate that he absolutely loved and now to have a child with her? This was different than when he had his other kits, though he hoped that he would become a better father for his new daughter than he was to his sons. He did care about them still, but continued to truly show it to them. Besides, right now all he was thinking about was Cloversplash, he had no time to think about his other kits. The warrior wasn't sure what he would do if something were to happen to his beloved mate during child-birth. Even if their kit died, he'd prefer that over loosing her....

Though upon seeing the mottled kit curled up in the belly of the brown tabby. His heart seemed to warm up and he couldn't help but smile at the sight. He had a mate and now a daughter - but still wasn't aware of her gender yet. But now he had the fear of being a terrible father to her as well. He wanted to become a better tom than he was when he had Quillpaw, Mudpaw, and Foampaw. It wasn't like he planned on neglecting them or anything... but he admitted that his daughter will probably take up more of his attention. But could she not? When she was the daughter of Cloversplash? Frostedhawk slowly padded over to the two mollies. He didn't seem to notice anyone else, not the other queens, kits or even Geckoleaf. "Cloversplash..." his whispered softly, love glinting his orbs as he watched the two. The tom leaned forward and nuzzled the kit's head and then turned to Cloversplash. "They're beautiful... just like you," he drew his tongue over her cheek.

He hoped that the other kits and her would get along.
AbsurdJinx

The entrance of Frostedhawk was quiet, and Cloversplash didn't hear him at first; she was too focused on the tiny she-kit snuggled warmly against her. Gently, she licked at the wriggling being, picking at the mottled fur until it gleamed pristinely, the picture of cleanliness. Her smile only grew; a surge of motherly love, built up from many seasons of yearning for a family, washed through her, seeming to clean away the debris of the past, leaving her moored securely to her budding family, in the present.

Finally, she heard his familiar footsteps, gentle against the packed earthen floor of the nursery. Her eyes lit up, and her head pivoted backward, and she watched him come towards her and the kit, his own deep amber orbs glowing in what could be described only as a mixture of pure love and deep excitement. Her tail swished loosely around the kitten, as her neck was no longer warming them. She stretched her nose out to his in a greeting, bumping it affectionately against his as he approached.

Ever since losing her first litter, Cloversplash had always had mild depression; a general want to not do anything, though she still was able to function in her day to day life. She wasn't as much of a mess as Frostedhawk had been after losing his sister; instead, with the help of numerous friends and her mother, before Seabreeze had passed, she had healed to a point of continuing to live. She would see her kits in StarClan again. But it had always left her with a deep desire to have a real family, a mate, and children of her own. And she had known very quickly that Frostedhawk was a good match for her; though cold, he was loving and passionate once you broke through the roughness.

The romance was slow, but worthwhile; once he asked her to be her mate, she knew that he was the one. In both her lives, she had never loved so fully or truly. "Your daughter, Frost. She's beautiful; she'll grow up to be just as strong as her dad." Her words were soft, loving, her verdant green orbs glued to the innocent creature. "Now the question is; what to name her? Originally I was thinking something like Oceankit or Cloudkit, but I don't think that suits her. What do you think, love?" Cloversplash purred, her eyes drifting up towards Frostedhawk as she awaited an answer.

[Mango]

Slipkit looked up at her father and mewed, "I'm doing great Father." She got up from her position on nursery floor and bounded over to her father. She tripped over paws and skidded to a stop in front of Whitenose. Her face grew warm with blush from embarrassment.
Whitenose chuckled a little, but in a joyful and not mocking way," That's good." He meowed, thrilled to see his daughter so lively and energetic. (How old is Slipkit, since the fire will be when they are three moons old)

[Mango]

(Wherever you're ready)
Hazelpaw darted out of the nursery, careful that Hollowkit didn't fall off her back, and began lumbering around the camp clearing like a badger, a smile growing on her muzzle. The long furred brown she-cat paused, jumped straight up, and landed before continuing her stomping.
(I think when the kits are 3 moons and he won't make it to see them reach four moons, ugh I've grown attatched to him)
Hollowkit squealed in excitement.

[Splash]

(I think when the kits are 3 moons and he won't make it to see them reach four moons, ugh I've grown attatched to him)
Hollowkit squealed in excitement.(How old are they now?)
Hazelpaw stomped her paws harder, growling threateningly. "I'm a big, fierce badger! Get off me, warrior!" she hissed at Hollowkit, smiling.

[Mango]

(How old are they now?)
Hazelpaw stomped her paws harder, growling threateningly. "I'm a big, fierce badger! Get off me, warrior!" she hissed at Hollowkit, smiling.
(I dunno I just asked the RPers of the other kits today)
Hollowkit squeaked," Never. Badger!" She battered at Hazelpaw's ears lightly as if she was fighting.

[Splash]

(I dunno I just asked the RPers of the other kits today)
Hollowkit squeaked," Never. Badger!" She battered at Hazelpaw's ears lightly as if she was fighting.Hazelpaw let out a mock squeal of pain and flopped over onto her side, careful not to squish Hollowkit. She stuck her tounge out and closed her eyes. "You killed me!" she murmured before going still.

[Mango]

Hazelpaw let out a mock squeal of pain and flopped over onto her side, careful not to squish Hollowkit. She stuck her tounge out and closed her eyes. "You killed me!" she murmured before going still.
Hollowkit stood up getting off Hazelpaw before squeaking," Yay! I killed the badger! I hope you're okay, Hazelpaw..." he added in.

[AbsurdJinx]

Clover Hexict

The young kit's small paws pressed against her mother's soft, warm belly in which she found comfort. Warmth flooded through them, and they wished they could press further against their mother, but they were already as close as close can be. With her other senses not as advanced, the kit relied heavily on touch. Due to being a newborn, her eyes were glued shut tightly and her ears were folded against her head. She could not hear, smell, nor see. She could, however, taste the milk that slid very easily down her throat, settling heavily in her belly.

They were pulled away from their mother's belly when a rough surface tugged at her pelt. Little did she know, her mother was washing her. She wouldn't of been pulled back if she had been expecting such a sneaky attack. Clearly, her mother liked to play dirty - attacking a blind and deaf cat! She mewled loudly, reaching for her mother's warmth, already forgiving her mother for the abrupt actions. Finally, she felt her mother's belly, and continued to fill her own belly.

She was not aware of her father's approach, but she was very aware of her mother's movements. She knew her mother moved, but she didn't know why, and to put it bluntly, she truly did not care enough to find out why. Right now, she was all about milk, her paws kneading the soft wall in front of her. She felt the tickle of fur against her body - her mother's tail brushing her - but once more, she did not care to investigate.

[Clover]

Clover Hexict

The young kit's small paws pressed against her mother's soft, warm belly in which she found comfort. Warmth flooded through them, and they wished they could press further against their mother, but they were already as close as close can be. With her other senses not as advanced, the kit relied heavily on touch. Due to being a newborn, her eyes were glued shut tightly and her ears were folded against her head. She could not hear, smell, nor see. She could, however, taste the milk that slid very easily down her throat, settling heavily in her belly.

They were pulled away from their mother's belly when a rough surface tugged at her pelt. Little did she know, her mother was washing her. She wouldn't of been pulled back if she had been expecting such a sneaky attack. Clearly, her mother liked to play dirty - attacking a blind and deaf cat! She mewled loudly, reaching for her mother's warmth, already forgiving her mother for the abrupt actions. Finally, she felt her mother's belly, and continued to fill her own belly.

She was not aware of her father's approach, but she was very aware of her mother's movements. She knew her mother moved, but she didn't know why, and to put it bluntly, she truly did not care enough to find out why. Right now, she was all about milk, her paws kneading the soft wall in front of her. She felt the tickle of fur against her body - her mother's tail brushing her - but once more, she did not care to investigate.

Hexict

She felt her daughter wiggling slightly, mewling with obvious annoyance. Cloversplash let out the quietest of chuffs, a gentle laugh at the kit's annoyance. It was not out of malice; only out of amusement at her desperation to nurse. "Sweetheart..." she purred to the kitten, once again resting her muzzle next to the tiny creature's own. Her breath softly ruffled the fluffy mottled cheek fur, the tiny hairs waving gently. "I love you, little one," Cloversplash cooed, smiling.
(sorry it's short, i don't really have much else for her to do around juniper!)

[Splash]

Hollowkit stood up getting off Hazelpaw before squeaking," Yay! I killed the badger! I hope you're okay, Hazelpaw..." he added in.A smile grew on Hazelpaw's maw at Hollowkit's concern. She stood up and shook debris out of her long tabby fur, her amber eyes shining. "I'm fine," the apprentice replied affectionately. "Time for you to go back to the nursery," she meows, giving Hollowkit a sympathetic smile.

[Mango]

A smile grew on Hazelpaw's maw at Hollowkit's concern. She stood up and shook debris out of her long tabby fur, her amber eyes shining. "I'm fine," the apprentice replied affectionately. "Time for you to go back to the nursery," she meows, giving Hollowkit a sympathetic smile.
Hollowkit sighed," Aww....Awright." He sighed (It seemed cuter an awright rather than an alright.)

[ladybugg03]

Whitenose chuckled a little, but in a joyful and not mocking way," That's good." He meowed, thrilled to see his daughter so lively and energetic. (How old is Slipkit, since the fire will be when they are three moons old)
(I dunno.)
She got up to her paws and twitched her ears. Slipkit peer through the entrance of the nursery and grew excited as she saw Hazelpaw and Hollowkit. She rushed towards them and jumped up and down. "What are we doing?"
Splash

[Splash]

Hollowkit sighed," Aww....Awright." He sighed (It seemed cuter an awright rather than an alright.)(xD) Hazelpaw wordlessly led Hollowkit back to the nursery, smiling as she poked her head inside. She nodded to the kit's whole family, parents, and siblings alike, before nudging Hollowkit inside.

[Splash]

(I dunno.)
She got up to her paws and twitched her ears. Slipkit peer through the entrance of the nursery and grew excited as she saw Hazelpaw and Hollowkit. She rushed towards them and jumped up and down. "What are we doing?"
Splash
"Badger rides," Hazelpaw told Slipkit. "Snowkit and Hollowkit already went; it's your turn."

[Mango]

(I dunno.)
She got up to her paws and twitched her ears. Slipkit peer through the entrance of the nursery and grew excited as she saw Hazelpaw and Hollowkit. She rushed towards them and jumped up and down. "What are we doing?"
Splash
Whitenose smiled," Who knows?"
Hollowkit squeaked in excitement," I rode a badger!"

[Zero]

Beau

Coastkit stirred in his nest, his brown stripes seeming to ripple with every breath in and out; especially as they quickened with his rousal from slumber. It didn't take long for this energetic kit to open his eyes and hop to his paws, any trace of sleepiness gone from his eyes in mere seconds. It always seemed to take him longer to get to sleep than to awake from it, which could be a good and bad thing. The first thing he noticed was that the nest was emptier than usually; their mother off doing her morning rounds already. "Is it already that late?" His tiny voice squeaked as he turned to prod his sister who had been sleeping beside him. It was more of a question to himself than to her, though. "Tumblekit," He meowed softly. "It's mornin' time now." The tom kit hardly waiting for her to respond to his prod and meow before turning and attempting his luck at climbing out of their nest of moss without tripping, stumbling, or falling. He didn't make it very far before tumbling back down to the bottom, gigling the entire way. The tom kit was barely awake for five seconds, and was already hyper as could be.

[dionysus]

@Beau (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=114)

Coastkit stirred in his nest, his brown stripes seeming to ripple with every breath in and out; especially as they quickened with his rousal from slumber. It didn't take long for this energetic kit to open his eyes and hop to his paws, any trace of sleepiness gone from his eyes in mere seconds. It always seemed to take him longer to get to sleep than to awake from it, which could be a good and bad thing. The first thing he noticed was that the nest was emptier than usually; their mother off doing her morning rounds already. "Is it already that late?" His tiny voice squeaked as he turned to prod his sister who had been sleeping beside him. It was more of a question to himself than to her, though. "Tumblekit," He meowed softly. "It's mornin' time now." The tom kit hardly waiting for her to respond to his prod and meow before turning and attempting his luck at climbing out of their nest of moss without tripping, stumbling, or falling. He didn't make it very far before tumbling back down to the bottom, gigling the entire way. The tom kit was barely awake for five seconds, and was already hyper as could be.

Two crystalline pools of blue opened slowly as the kit whom they belonged to was awoken. Coastkit's voice rang sharply in Tumblekit's still groggy ears. Tumblekit's sleep-clouded eyes narrowed as her pupils moved to the side. She was laying with her back to Coastkit, and therefore couldn't see him even when she moved her eyes, but it was just how she wanted it. Sleep was very important to Tumblekit, and her brother wasn't going to get away with rousing her before she wanted to wake up. Her ears flicked to attention as Coastkit tried to climb out of the nest, listening for the perfect opportunity. The opportunity arrived in the form of Coastkit falling back into the depths of the nest. In a flash, Tumblekit was on her feet, leaping at her brother like a bolt of lightning. Her paws were out-stretched and her narrowed, focused eyes glinted with excitement. Tumblekit already had the speed of a hare and deadly precision. At least it would be deadly once she was bigger than a squirrel and her claws weren't about as dangerous as a thorn.

[Zero]

Two crystalline pools of blue opened slowly as the kit whom they belonged to was awoken. Coastkit's voice rang sharply in Tumblekit's still groggy ears. Tumblekit's sleep-clouded eyes narrowed as her pupils moved to the side. She was laying with her back to Coastkit, and therefore couldn't see him even when she moved her eyes, but it was just how she wanted it. Sleep was very important to Tumblekit, and her brother wasn't going to get away with rousing her before she wanted to wake up. Her ears flicked to attention as Coastkit tried to climb out of the nest, listening for the perfect opportunity. The opportunity arrived in the form of Coastkit falling back into the depths of the nest. In a flash, Tumblekit was on her feet, leaping at her brother like a bolt of lightning. Her paws were out-stretched and her narrowed, focused eyes glinted with excitement. Tumblekit already had the speed of a hare and deadly precision. At least it would be deadly once she was bigger than a squirrel and her claws weren't about as dangerous as a thorn.


Coastkit, having been pre-occupied with his small tumble back into the nest, let out a squeal as he caught sight of his sister mid-leap and heading straight for him. She was fast, and there wouldn't have been enough time for him to move if he had wanted to. At impact, he let out a huge oof, his sister landing squarely onto his chest. If he had tried such a move, he would've missed; most likely overshot his target. However, he wouldn't know about his lack of natural skill until moons from now; seeing such natural skill in others wouldn't bother him until then. His giggling only increased as he struggled to 'fight' off his attacker, his eyes wide with happiness and excitement. It was this kind of interactment that would lead to his sister being his best friend for life; and Coastkit couldn't get enough of it. Being slightly bigger than his only littermate, he had a slight advantage in the wrestling category, but very obviously didn't know how to use that advantage to help himself. Instead of trying to roll them so that he'd squish her and pin her down, like anyone else would naturally do, he just used his too-large paws to bat at Tumblekit's ears.

[dionysus]

Coastkit, having been pre-occupied with his small tumble back into the nest, let out a squeal as he caught sight of his sister mid-leap and heading straight for him. She was fast, and there wouldn't have been enough time for him to move if he had wanted to. At impact, he let out a huge oof, his sister landing squarely onto his chest. If he had tried such a move, he would've missed; most likely overshot his target. However, he wouldn't know about his lack of natural skill until moons from now; seeing such natural skill in others wouldn't bother him until then. His giggling only increased as he struggled to 'fight' off his attacker, his eyes wide with happiness and excitement. It was this kind of interactment that would lead to his sister being his best friend for life; and Coastkit couldn't get enough of it. Being slightly bigger than his only littermate, he had a slight advantage in the wrestling category, but very obviously didn't know how to use that advantage to help himself. Instead of trying to roll them so that he'd squish her and pin her down, like anyone else would naturally do, he just used his too-large paws to bat at Tumblekit's ears.
"Haha, Gotcha!" Tumblekit crowed as she landed on her brother, reveling in his 'oof.' The thrill of the "battle" shone in her eyes and beat wildly in her chest. Their little battle made Tumblekit so happy, despite the fact that she was just woken up. She knew she'd always love her brother, and wouldn't be able to bear hurting him, hence the sheathed claws as they tussled in the nest. Coastkit was larger than Tumblekit and always would be, but as of that moment as kits, he didn't know how to use it. She wasn't aware of the extent of her own talents either, she simply leaped and happily, always hit her target. Coastkit's large paws swinging at her made her eyes widen and she dodged a few. Then, one of his paws caught her and she squealed, pulling back. Giggling, the young molly batted her own, smaller paws at her brother. After slinging her paws at Coastkit a few times, Tumblekit leapt off of her brother, dodging his paws and tucking in to role across the mossy floor and bounce to her paws.

The move was clumsy and she almost fell over, but the kit managed to remain on her paws. Bits of moss was interlaced with her sleek seal point patterned fur and bits of fur stuck out at all angles, but a happy smile shone from her face, showing the fact that she didn't care at all. Tumblekit looked around, noting the absence of their mother. "Coastkit!" She exclaimed, her blue eyes widening with her brilliant idea, "Mom's not here! Let's sneak out into the clearing!" Being only a moon old, Tumblekit and Coastkit hadn't been allowed out of the nursery yet. What better way to see the camp for the first time than to sneak out while their mother was away?

[Mango]

Milky Way
Haykit lay curled up in a ball, tears streaming down her face she kept repeating four names softly,"momma, daddy, Snowkit, Morningkit...." She sighed,"I must find a way to join you in Starclan." She promised sadly...

[Mayflower]

Milky Way
Haykit lay curled up in a ball, tears streaming down her face she kept repeating four names softly,"momma, daddy, Snowkit, Morningkit...." She sighed,"I must find a way to join you in Starclan." She promised sadly...
Blackblaze walked into the nursery. He was intending to visit his pregnant mate, but one look at Haykit and his plans were out the den. "Hey there, are you okay?" The smaller male quietly laid down beside the sobbing kit, wrapping his tail around her.

[Mango]

Blackblaze walked into the nursery. He was intending to visit his pregnant mate, but one look at Haykit and his plans were out the den. "Hey there, are you okay?" The smaller male quietly laid down beside the sobbing kit, wrapping his tail around her.
Haykit glanced at the tom,"No. I'm the only one of my kin who survived the flood." She whispered crying quietly.

[Mayflower]

Haykit glanced at the tom,"No. I'm the only one of my kin who survived the flood." She whispered crying quietly.
"Oh." Blackblaze's ears drooped, listening to the kit crying. In his best comforting tone, he said "I'm sure there's someone around heee to take you in. Do you mind if I ask their names?" He wanted to know if he knew them.

[Mango]

"Oh." Blackblaze's ears drooped, listening to the kit crying. In his best comforting tone, he said "I'm sure there's someone around heee to take you in. Do you mind if I ask their names?" He wanted to know if he knew them.
Haykit glanced up," I'm Haykit. My sisters were Morningkit (Mouningkit lol) and Snowkit, my father was Jaggedmountain and my mother was Halfleaf." She meowed (Jaggedmountain was quite popular)

[bobtail]

Streamgaze padded back into the nursery. She spared a glance for the kits, still not used to having ShadowClan cats in the camp, before trotting over to her nest and settling down within it. She felt her kits wriggle within her and huffed, squinting her eyes. It wouldn't be long now.

She would have to remember to shred Snowwhisker once the kits had arrived for making her go through this. The silver she-cat sighed and rested her head on her paws, eyes half-closed as she watched the nursery.

~OPEN~

[Mayflower]

Haykit glanced up," I'm Haykit. My sisters were Morningkit (Mouningkit lol) and Snowkit, my father was Jaggedmountain and my mother was Halfleaf." She meowed (Jaggedmountain was quite popular)
"I can assure you your family was made of great warriors." Blackblaze pitied the kit, he knew losing family was hard. He thought quickly, trying to cheer her up. "Hey, do you like to play anything with other kits? Maybe that'll cheer you up."
(Dies she have planned foster parents?)

[Mango]

"I can assure you your family was made of great warriors." Blackblaze pitied the kit, he knew losing family was hard. He thought quickly, trying to cheer her up. "Hey, do you like to play anything with other kits? Maybe that'll cheer you up."
(Dies she have planned foster parents?)
(no. I've been looking around everyone ignored the finder, but if Blackblaze wants to be adoptive father that's fine by me.)
No. A dumb kit game won't cheer me up.the light colored 3 moon old kit thought silently, but nodded,"Alright. I suppose I can play, though I doubt it will help."

[Mayflower]

(no. I've been looking around everyone ignored the finder, but if Blackblaze wants to be adoptive father that's fine by me.)
No. A dumb kit game won't cheer me up.the light colored 3 moon old kit thought silently, but nodded,"Alright. I suppose I can play, though I doubt it will help."
(Okay, because he has a mate expecting kits who could rise her. I might have to speak to them though)

"Okay. Do you want to pick?" Blackblaze felt bad that the kit wasn't amused, and wanted to help. He was trying to take the little kits mind off of her family, although he new that was hard to do.

[Mango]

(Okay, because he has a mate expecting kits who could rise her. I might have to speak to them though)

"Okay. Do you want to pick?" Blackblaze felt bad that the kit wasn't amused, and wanted to help. He was trying to take the little kits mind off of her family, although he new that was hard to do.
(alright)
Haykit shrugged,"I don't have an preferences. I guess mouse and warrior, hide n seek, badger rides, clan attack..." She trailed off.

[Hexict]

AbsurdJinx

The entrance of Frostedhawk was quiet, and Cloversplash didn't hear him at first; she was too focused on the tiny she-kit snuggled warmly against her. Gently, she licked at the wriggling being, picking at the mottled fur until it gleamed pristinely, the picture of cleanliness. Her smile only grew; a surge of motherly love, built up from many seasons of yearning for a family, washed through her, seeming to clean away the debris of the past, leaving her moored securely to her budding family, in the present.

Finally, she heard his familiar footsteps, gentle against the packed earthen floor of the nursery. Her eyes lit up, and her head pivoted backward, and she watched him come towards her and the kit, his own deep amber orbs glowing in what could be described only as a mixture of pure love and deep excitement. Her tail swished loosely around the kitten, as her neck was no longer warming them. She stretched her nose out to his in a greeting, bumping it affectionately against his as he approached.

Ever since losing her first litter, Cloversplash had always had mild depression; a general want to not do anything, though she still was able to function in her day to day life. She wasn't as much of a mess as Frostedhawk had been after losing his sister; instead, with the help of numerous friends and her mother, before Seabreeze had passed, she had healed to a point of continuing to live. She would see her kits in StarClan again. But it had always left her with a deep desire to have a real family, a mate, and children of her own. And she had known very quickly that Frostedhawk was a good match for her; though cold, he was loving and passionate once you broke through the roughness.

The romance was slow, but worthwhile; once he asked her to be her mate, she knew that he was the one. In both her lives, she had never loved so fully or truly. "Your daughter, Frost. She's beautiful; she'll grow up to be just as strong as her dad." Her words were soft, loving, her verdant green orbs glued to the innocent creature. "Now the question is; what to name her? Originally I was thinking something like Oceankit or Cloudkit, but I don't think that suits her. What do you think, love?" Cloversplash purred, her eyes drifting up towards Frostedhawk as she awaited an answer.
Clover Hexict

The young kit's small paws pressed against her mother's soft, warm belly in which she found comfort. Warmth flooded through them, and they wished they could press further against their mother, but they were already as close as close can be. With her other senses not as advanced, the kit relied heavily on touch. Due to being a newborn, her eyes were glued shut tightly and her ears were folded against her head. She could not hear, smell, nor see. She could, however, taste the milk that slid very easily down her throat, settling heavily in her belly.

They were pulled away from their mother's belly when a rough surface tugged at her pelt. Little did she know, her mother was washing her. She wouldn't of been pulled back if she had been expecting such a sneaky attack. Clearly, her mother liked to play dirty - attacking a blind and deaf cat! She mewled loudly, reaching for her mother's warmth, already forgiving her mother for the abrupt actions. Finally, she felt her mother's belly, and continued to fill her own belly.

She was not aware of her father's approach, but she was very aware of her mother's movements. She knew her mother moved, but she didn't know why, and to put it bluntly, she truly did not care enough to find out why. Right now, she was all about milk, her paws kneading the soft wall in front of her. She felt the tickle of fur against her body - her mother's tail brushing her - but once more, she did not care to investigate.


Hexict

She felt her daughter wiggling slightly, mewling with obvious annoyance. Cloversplash let out the quietest of chuffs, a gentle laugh at the kit's annoyance. It was not out of malice; only out of amusement at her desperation to nurse. "Sweetheart..." she purred to the kitten, once again resting her muzzle next to the tiny creature's own. Her breath softly ruffled the fluffy mottled cheek fur, the tiny hairs waving gently. "I love you, little one," Cloversplash cooed, smiling.
(sorry it's short, i don't really have much else for her to do around juniper!)

(i'm sorry for taking awhile to reply :c)

Warmth filled the warrior as he was greeted by Cloversplash. Despite just going through labor, she was still the most beautiful she-cat that lived in the clans. In case there were any suspicions he had that she wouldn't be alright after giving birth, he had rushed over. But now he could see that she was alright. Not only that, but so was their daughter! He didn't care that there was only one kit, it wasn't like he cared about the number of kits and was just so happy that everyone seemed okay. his tail waved when his mate and dearest friend touched his nose when he approached the nest she was occupying.

In all honesty, the tom didn't care about having another litter at first. He knew he was a terrible father to his first litter and hadn't given them the love and attention that they needed - at least Quillpaw become a good cat, but Foampaw was now dead and Mudpaw didn't even bother with him. In fact, he had been nervous that Cloversplash might some day ask him for kits, to have a family of their own. But knowing that his mate was a loving and motherly cat with much love to give to kits, he realized that she actually really wanted to have another litter. After that, he was left with some thinking to do. He ended up realizing that he actually might want to have kits with the cat he loved. They had decided to have some kits, but after finding out that she was pregnant, Frostedhawk became scared of having kits again. He knew how happy his mate had been at the time, and he knew that he's have to be a much better father to their kit than he was to his first kits.

He did truly wish to have kits with his beloved Cloversplash.

Frostedhawk blinked when he was informed that his knew kit was a daughter. He turned his warm amber gaze towards her and licked her head a bit. "Our little girl..." the warrior glanced back up when she began to tell him about what she had thought for the kit's name. He nodded when she claimed that she had initially thought about something like Oceankit or Cloudkit, but now was having second thoughts for naming their daughter that since it didn't seem to suit her all that well. Frostedhawk hesitated when she asked him for any suggestions. Biting his lip he thought for a moment. "I'm not the best at naming kits," he admitted after a few moments of silence. "Umm... well, how about something to do with herbs or plants? I mean, you use to be close to Marshsnow and seem to know Geckoleaf, right?" The grey and white tom hoped that it made sense what he was saying. "Like... Orchidkit, Coniferkit, Mosskit, Juniperkit, Alderkit...?" Beginning to list off a few names from his head, hoping that maybe Cloversplash would hear one that she likes.

His attention towards naming the kit was put on hold when he noticed their daughter moving about in the nest. He purred while watching her, forgetting about naming the small bundle of mottled fur. His tail curled while watching her squirm around. The warrior hoped that she would grow up to be like her mother and be a great warrior someday. Being able to help the clan. Maybe even some kits of her own in the future? Though at the thought, a protective feeling over came her, not wanting toms to get too close to his innocent kit. His amber orbs glanced towards the tabby as she warmly informed the small kit that she loved her, and he offered a small chuckle at the adorable scene.

[Clover]

(i'm sorry for taking awhile to reply :c)

Warmth filled the warrior as he was greeted by Cloversplash. Despite just going through labor, she was still the most beautiful she-cat that lived in the clans. In case there were any suspicions he had that she wouldn't be alright after giving birth, he had rushed over. But now he could see that she was alright. Not only that, but so was their daughter! He didn't care that there was only one kit, it wasn't like he cared about the number of kits and was just so happy that everyone seemed okay. his tail waved when his mate and dearest friend touched his nose when he approached the nest she was occupying.

In all honesty, the tom didn't care about having another litter at first. He knew he was a terrible father to his first litter and hadn't given them the love and attention that they needed - at least Quillpaw become a good cat, but Foampaw was now dead and Mudpaw didn't even bother with him. In fact, he had been nervous that Cloversplash might some day ask him for kits, to have a family of their own. But knowing that his mate was a loving and motherly cat with much love to give to kits, he realized that she actually really wanted to have another litter. After that, he was left with some thinking to do. He ended up realizing that he actually might want to have kits with the cat he loved. They had decided to have some kits, but after finding out that she was pregnant, Frostedhawk became scared of having kits again. He knew how happy his mate had been at the time, and he knew that he's have to be a much better father to their kit than he was to his first kits.

He did truly wish to have kits with his beloved Cloversplash.

Frostedhawk blinked when he was informed that he new kit was a daughter. He turned his warm amber gaze towards her and licked her head a bit. "Our little girl..." the warrior glanced back up when she began to tell him about what she had thought of the kit's name. He nodded when she claimed that she had initially thought about something like Oceankit or Cloudkit, but now was having second thoughts for naming their daughter that since it didn't seem to suit her all that well. Frostedhawk hesitated when she asked him for any suggestions. Biting his lip he thought for a moment. "I'm not the best at naming kits," he admitted after a few moments of silence. "Umm... well, how about something to do with herbs or plants? I mean, you use to be close to Marshsnow and seem to know Geckoleaf, right?" The grey and white tom hoped that it made sense what he was saying. "Like... Orchidkit, Coniferkit, Mosskit, Juniperkit, Alderkit...?" Beginning to list off a few names from his head, hoping that maybe Cloversplash would hear one that she likes.

His attention towards naming the kit was put on hold when he noticed their daughter moving about in the nest. He purred while watching her, forgetting about naming the small bundle of mottled fur. His tail curled while watching her squirm around. The warrior hoped that she would grow up to be like her mother and be a great warrior someday. Being able to help the clan. Maybe even some kits of her own in the future? Though at the thought, a protective feeling over came her, not wanting toms to get too close to his innocent kit. His amber orbs glanced towards the tabby as she warmly informed the small kit that she loved her, and he offered a small chuckle at the adorable scene.

"Juniperkit!" she exclaimed softly, the name striking a strange cord in her mind, though she didn't know why. "Oh, it's absolutely perfect! Juniper berries are used for healing... of course... I think for your stomach or something like that? Either way, she'll be an amazing warrior or mother! Maybe one day we'll have grandkits!" she mewed excitedly, smiling widely, her dull teeth, no longer white and pretty like when she was young, showing, a few chipped teeth adding character to the aged molly.

Cloversplash had been apprehensive about children, too; after losing her first litter, she had worries about whether or not her genetics were suited to it. Was she infertile? Would every kit she mothered be born crooked and broken, or be born dead? Her heart had broken every day of her pregnancy; though she was happy, of course, that Frostedhawk was having children of his own, the tabby warrioress had worried endlessly about what physical malformations they may have.

Her pregnancy itself had been rather mild; the only differences she really noticed was her moods and hunger levels. She was always either crabby or overly excited; she couldn't seem to find a good in-between. Every cat avoided her, mostly so that she could have her space. Plus that, her every grumbling stomach didn't seem to help; Cloversplash had always been chewing on a bone or stick if she couldn't have food. Trout had been her favorite; sometimes, she would demand that Frostedhawk go specifically fishing just to get her a specific fish. In hindsight, she sometimes felt guilty, but it never bothered her in the moment.

Time felt oddly suspended in the nursery; she was wrapped in a warm blanket of perfection. Her daughter, healthy, and her mate, cooing over her as ever, pressed up against her, filling her to the core with sheer joy. Nothing she had experienced in either of her lives could compare to the beauty of her family, healthy and whole.

"Juniperkit, welcome to our family."

[Mayflower]

(alright)
Haykit shrugged,"I don't have an preferences. I guess mouse and warrior, hide n seek, badger rides, clan attack..." She trailed off.
"Okay, how about... badger rides! I'll carry you around if you want." Blackblaze smiled gently, trying to raise the kits spirits. He flicked his tail, excited to play. "So, what do you think?"

[Mango]

"Okay, how about... badger rides! I'll carry you around if you want." Blackblaze smiled gently, trying to raise the kits spirits. He flicked his tail, excited to play. "So, what do you think?"
Haykit shrugged," Sure. I guess." She muttered not remembering what joy felt like. Why is a warrior so excited to play a kit game?

[Bella~]

The Shadow Clan queen glanced around at all of the cats she didn't know. There were a few familiar face from cats in her own clan, but nothing more. She wrapped her tail around her two kits protectively. She sighed, she had no idea when they would be back home. What if her kittens ended up growing up in Riverclan!? Oh no! For sure the floor wouldn't last that long! It couldn't! She looked down and rested her hands on her paws.

Fawnkit purred at the warmth of her Mother's fur. She scooted a bit closer so she was pressed up to Cloverwhisker's body. She was a little scared, they had just been all cold and then they were warm, but she could sense her Mother's distress and it made her scared.
Constellation

[Mayflower]

Haykit shrugged," Sure. I guess." She muttered not remembering what joy felt like. Why is a warrior so excited to play a kit game?
"Okay." With a little grin, Blackblaze picked the kit up by her scruff and placed her on his back. "You ready?"

[Brilliance]

The Shadow Clan queen glanced around at all of the cats she didn't know. There were a few familiar face from cats in her own clan, but nothing more. She wrapped her tail around her two kits protectively. She sighed, she had no idea when they would be back home. What if her kittens ended up growing up in Riverclan!? Oh no! For sure the floor wouldn't last that long! It couldn't! She looked down and rested her hands on her paws.

Fawnkit purred at the warmth of her Mother's fur. She scooted a bit closer so she was pressed up to Cloverwhisker's body. She was a little scared, they had just been all cold and then they were warm, but she could sense her Mother's distress and it made her scared.
Constellation

''The nursery seems...nice,'' Coldhearted tried to reassure his mate that her and the kits would be alright within being inside Riverclan. Nothing would happen to their kits. Nothing would happen to her. Cloverwhisker had her tail wrapped protectively over their small little ones. Coldhearted let out a small sigh. Soon he would leave so he could explore some of these new places, but he didn't want Cloverwhisker to feel that she was alone in everything. ''Are you gonna be alright, Clovey?'' The most important thing was that they all were safe. That's all that mattered.

Falconkit stayed close to his mother, pressed against his sister, and was hidden by his mother's fluffy tail. He felt warm and was glad that this warmness was back. It almost made him sleepy, but he was hungry. So, with small paws, he kneaded his mother as if begging her for milk. All he wanted to do was nurse.

[Mango]

"Okay." With a little grin, Blackblaze picked the kit up by her scruff and placed her on his back. "You ready?"
(How exactly does one hold someone in there mouth and put them on there back? Lol)
Haykit shrugged," I guess." She sighed not feeling too excited about the badger ride.

[wickedvirtues]

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Moonsplash lay next to her mate, watching the tiny kits. Her eyes glittered brightly and her tail swayed. They looked so fragile, the urge to protect them kicking in. Her only twinge of sadness was that she couldn't have her own kits, but she still felt as though she was a biological parent to the tiny fluffs. "They're perfect" She breathed, a smile on her maw. She turned to Echoskip, letting out a gentle purr. Though the back of her mind screamed Oh StarClan please don't let one of her family members walk in here right now! Though it wasn't likely, they were probably busy with the seemingly thousands of other connected cats in it, Echoskip and her were probably safe for now. Moonsplash didn't have as large of a family, or as traditional a family, so she didn't have to worry about them. She turned her attention to the kits, watching them carefully.

[rubinaito]

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Moonsplash lay next to her mate, watching the tiny kits. Her eyes glittered brightly and her tail swayed. They looked so fragile, the urge to protect them kicking in. Her only twinge of sadness was that she couldn't have her own kits, but she still felt as though she was a biological parent to the tiny fluffs. "They're perfect" She breathed, a smile on her maw. She turned to Echoskip, letting out a gentle purr. Though the back of her mind screamed Oh StarClan please don't let one of her family members walk in here right now! Though it wasn't likely, they were probably busy with the seemingly thousands of other connected cats in it, Echoskip and her were probably safe for now. Moonsplash didn't have as large of a family, or as traditional a family, so she didn't have to worry about them. She turned her attention to the kits, watching them carefully.
"Indeed..." Echoskip purred, nuzzling her mate. "And they're ours." She licked Moonsplash's nose with a playful smirk, before raising her paw and batting at her ear.

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[wickedvirtues]

"Indeed..." Echoskip purred, nuzzling her mate. "And they're ours." She licked Moonsplash's nose with a playful smirk, before raising her paw and batting at her ear.

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Moonsplash purred softly, nuzzling her back. "Yeah." She whispered softly, watching the kits as she gazed at her mate. She smirked at her, letting out a little chuckle. She curled her tail around her, purring still.

[Mayflower]

(How exactly does one hold someone in there mouth and put them on there back? Lol)
Haykit shrugged," I guess." She sighed not feeling too excited about the badger ride.
Pick up kit, turn head, swing kit onto back, balance xD)

"Hey, you okay? You don't seem happy. I know your family is gone, but listen to this. The best thing you can do for them is remember them happily and do your best to make them proud. Imagine how proud they would be to hear that their only surviving family member, Haykit, will become a great warrior because she wants to make them proud. Even if they're gone here, they will always be here in Starclan. I'm sure they will visit." Blackblaze tried his best to give a reassuring smile to Haykit, having given the best he could.

[rubinaito]

Moonsplash purred softly, nuzzling her back. "Yeah." She whispered softly, watching the kits as she gazed at her mate. She smirked at her, letting out a little chuckle. She curled her tail around her, purring still.
Echoskip smiled contently, resting her head on Moonsplash's as she watched her small, mewling kits as they explored the world around them. She didn't care that they were born in RiverClan, rather than ShadowClan. They were precious, and the only thing she needed in her life besides Moonsplash to be happy. Echoskip purred, leaning down to pick up Stormkit and put him beside the others before flicking her tail.

[Mango]

Pick up kit, turn head, swing kit onto back, balance xD)

"Hey, you okay? You don't seem happy. I know your family is gone, but listen to this. The best thing you can do for them is remember them happily and do your best to make them proud. Imagine how proud they would be to hear that their only surviving family member, Haykit, will become a great warrior because she wants to make them proud. Even if they're gone here, they will always be here in Starclan. I'm sure they will visit." Blackblaze tried his best to give a reassuring smile to Haykit, having given the best he could.
Haykit paused," My parents are sure, but my siblings are jealous I just know it." she meowed frowning.

[Mayflower]

Haykit paused," My parents are sure, but my siblings are jealous I just know it." she meowed frowning.
"Jealous that you lived? Trust me when I say this, dying is easy and living is harder. They'll be happy and live peaceful lives up there, all while watching you struggle to be your best. If anything, they'll be proud and want to help you." Blackblaze smiled and began to walk, carrying the kit. He wanted to calm her down, maybe get her asleep. She just needed rest of any kind. The poor thing also needed a foster family. Maybe Sandy and I could take her in, Sandy is expecting kits.

[Mango]

"Jealous that you lived? Trust me when I say this, dying is easy and living is harder. They'll be happy and live peaceful lives up there, all while watching you struggle to be your best. If anything, they'll be proud and want to help you." Blackblaze smiled and began to walk, carrying the kit. He wanted to calm her down, maybe get her asleep. She just needed rest of any kind. The poor thing also needed a foster family. Maybe Sandy and I could take her in, Sandy is expecting kits.
Haykit blinked," My siblings were super hyped towards being apprentices and I never was. Ofcourse they are jelous!" She meowed.

[wickedvirtues]

Echoskip smiled contently, resting her head on Moonsplash's as she watched her small, mewling kits as they explored the world around them. She didn't care that they were born in RiverClan, rather than ShadowClan. They were precious, and the only thing she needed in her life besides Moonsplash to be happy. Echoskip purred, leaning down to pick up Stormkit and put him beside the others before flicking her tail.

Moonsplash gazed down at the kits lovingly, glad they were born safely. They'd be fine, loyal warriors when they grew up. Hopefully they'd all be what they wanted and not influenced by Echoskip's family. She loved Echoskip, her family, not so much. She turned her attention back to the kits, watching them with a smile on her maw. She turned to her mate. "They'll be great little warriors when they grow up." She mumbled.

[vellichor]

One of the kits appeared to have no tail. This kit had a very short tail, but that didn't make him any different from his litter mates in spirit. He head-butted his biological mother's stomach, mewling softly.

(( Kinda short... not much you can do with kits though :3 ))

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[wickedvirtues]

One of the kits appeared to have no tail. This kit had a very short tail, but that didn't make him any different from his litter mates in spirit. He head-butted his biological mother's stomach, mewling softly.

(( Kinda short... not much you can do with kits though :3 ))

CandyFlossCat Doctor Andreas Marino

(It's no problem! Kits are hard to post longer things with)
Moonsplash gave a little giggle as the tom-kit with a short tail headbutted Echoskip, turning to her mate. She gave him a tiny nuzzle, her tail swaying as fierce protectiveness sparked inside of her. She'd protect the kits and her mate no matter what it took.

[rubinaito]

One of the kits appeared to have no tail. This kit had a very short tail, but that didn't make him any different from his litter mates in spirit. He head-butted his biological mother's stomach, mewling softly.

(( Kinda short... not much you can do with kits though :3 ))

CandyFlossCat Doctor Andreas Marino

(It's no problem! Kits are hard to post longer things with)
Moonsplash gave a little giggle as the tom-kit with a short tail headbutted Echoskip, turning to her mate. She gave him a tiny nuzzle, her tail swaying as fierce protectiveness sparked inside of her. She'd protect the kits and her mate no matter what it took.


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Echoskip smiled down at Harekit, licking his head gently and letting our a purr of amusement. "You're quite feisty, aren't you little one?" She asked, flicking her tail and pulling him a little closer. Her claws were unsheathed slightly as she combed through his fur, gently undoing tangles and pulling out small bits of dirt and grass. She flicked her claws through his tail, softly so that he wouldn't be injured. "Moonsplash, could you get Tempestjay? I think he would enjoy seeing his kits." She purred, pressing her muzzle up against her mate's ear with strong affection. "Despite what he said, I want him to be a part of all our kit's lives, just like you, just like me." She licked Moonsplash's ear briefly, before turning to look down at her children with a smile. Yes, with these kits by her belly, Echoskip's personality seemed to have... changed. She once was fiery, ready to take on anyone who said that she couldn't be a warrior... but now she understood why her mother wanted her to have kits so badly. It changed the way a cat looked at the world, seeing things through the eyes of a parent for the first time. Feeling the need to protect her children at any cost, and the fury she would have if someone touched her kits. Echoskip let out a sigh, curling her tail around her kits and closing her eyes. She was very, very happy.

[vellichor]

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Echoskip smiled down at Harekit, licking his head gently and letting our a purr of amusement. "You're quite feisty, aren't you little one?" She asked, flicking her tail and pulling him a little closer. Her claws were unsheathed slightly as she combed through his fur, gently undoing tangles and pulling out small bits of dirt and grass. She flicked her claws through his tail, softly so that he wouldn't be injured. "Moonsplash, could you get Tempestjay? I think he would enjoy seeing his kits." She purred, pressing her muzzle up against her mate's ear with strong affection. "Despite what he said, I want him to be a part of all our kit's lives, just like you, just like me." She licked Moonsplash's ear briefly, before turning to look down at her children with a smile. Yes, with these kits by her belly, Echoskip's personality seemed to have... changed. She once was fiery, ready to take on anyone who said that she couldn't be a warrior... but now she understood why her mother wanted her to have kits so badly. It changed the way a cat looked at the world, seeing things through the eyes of a parent for the first time. Feeling the need to protect her children at any cost, and the fury she would have if someone touched her kits. Echoskip let out a sigh, curling her tail around her kits and closing her eyes. She was very, very happy.


Herekit squirmed away from Echoskip's grasp. He opened his mouth, letting out a small, piteous mew. He started crawling away from his mother, to the light that pierced his closed eyelids. The den entrance.

[wickedvirtues]

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Echoskip smiled down at Harekit, licking his head gently and letting our a purr of amusement. "You're quite feisty, aren't you little one?" She asked, flicking her tail and pulling him a little closer. Her claws were unsheathed slightly as she combed through his fur, gently undoing tangles and pulling out small bits of dirt and grass. She flicked her claws through his tail, softly so that he wouldn't be injured. "Moonsplash, could you get Tempestjay? I think he would enjoy seeing his kits." She purred, pressing her muzzle up against her mate's ear with strong affection. "Despite what he said, I want him to be a part of all our kit's lives, just like you, just like me." She licked Moonsplash's ear briefly, before turning to look down at her children with a smile. Yes, with these kits by her belly, Echoskip's personality seemed to have... changed. She once was fiery, ready to take on anyone who said that she couldn't be a warrior... but now she understood why her mother wanted her to have kits so badly. It changed the way a cat looked at the world, seeing things through the eyes of a parent for the first time. Feeling the need to protect her children at any cost, and the fury she would have if someone touched her kits. Echoskip let out a sigh, curling her tail around her kits and closing her eyes. She was very, very happy.
Moonsplash chuckled, glancing up at her mate with a soft purr. "He's a little fighter" she giggled, giving his head a small, swift lick. She gazed at the exit of the nursery, hoping they could let this happy moment last for a bit longer. She watched her mate with a curious glint in her eyes, smiling with warmth. She was the luckiest cat ever, she thought so anyways. She had perfect little kits and a perfect mate. "Yeah, sure!" She chuckled, giving her a little nuzzle and standing, deciding he would like to see them. Who wouldn't? They were amazing! She purred, nuzzling her mate. "Yeah, I do too." She said, voice a whisper as she smiled at her mate. It all seemed almost too good to be true.
(Other part for Wyldfire will be posted in the clearing in a second :3)

[rubinaito]

Herekit squirmed away from Echoskip's grasp. He opened his mouth, letting out a small, piteous mew. He started crawling away from his mother, to the light that pierced his closed eyelids. The den entrance.

"Ah, no..." Echoskip picked up Harekit, purring slightly at how he was behaving. "You can't leave the nursery yet, little one."

[vellichor]

"Ah, no..." Echoskip picked up Harekit, purring slightly at how he was behaving. "You can't leave the nursery yet, little one."


Harekit finally gave in, mewing once more. He curled up by his mother's body, soaking in the warmth. He didn't know it yet, but he would love his mother - mothers - for all of his life. It was small, but this was the beginning of an inseparable bond between him and Echoskip. Harekit felt content, happy. He let out a tiny purr.

[rubinaito]

Harekit finally gave in, mewing once more. He curled up by his mother's body, soaking in the warmth. He didn't know it yet, but he would love his mother - mothers - for all of his life. It was small, but this was the beginning of an inseparable bond between him and Echoskip. Harekit felt content, happy. He let out a tiny purr.

Echoskip let out a joyous meow, snuggling close to her kits and placing her head down upon her paw.

[Brilliance]

Nightfallkit gnawed silently on a small twig. Mainly using his teeth, hoping to sharpen them up. He was quite bored, just being in the nursery with his siblings and the other queens. He wanted to get out the nursery. Be with the other toms! He was surrounded by she cats, and it annoyed him greatly. His eldest brothers were young warriors, and they hardly came to the nursery unless it was mandatory. Nightfallkit looked up to his brothers. Even though he was young, he aspired to be like them. Eventually, the tom got bored of the twig, and he pushed it away with a paw. His eyes looked around, catching hold of his sisters. He wanted to play! So, he jumped quickly into a crouch, growling playfully at his sisters, hoping to some type of reaction from them. He wanted them to be scared of him. After all, wasn't he fearless? Everyone should fear him!

Honeythistle neared the nursery, a small smile on his face. It always made him happy to see his little ones. He was just happy that they were safe. That flood made him stressed, but his newborns were safe. They were warmed up near their mothers, so that was good. It was pleasant. As he managed his way through the wrecks of the nursery, the tom shook the debris that clung to his fur. Goodness! He hated going through nursery entrances, but it was well worth it. As he appeared at the entrance, his eyes searched out for his kits and lovely mates. But, they instantly landed on a sneaky tom kit who going to pounce on one of his sisters, though Honeythistle didn't know which one. "Don't you dare, Nightfallkit." Honeythistle's voice boomed, hidden behind a tender purr. Why were his sons always so rebellious? He figured it was Nightfallkit's bonding time with either Crimsonblaze or Bronzeflash. As he approached the kits, Nightfallkit stood up from his crouching position, giving his father a sheepish grin. As Honeythistle got comfortable within the nursery, he looked down at his three small kits, purring loudly. It was just something that made him tender and content when he was surrounded by little versions of him.

Doe Naps (Moth and Honey bonding time :heartbounce:
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[wickedvirtues]

Nightfallkit gnawed silently on a small twig. Mainly using his teeth, hoping to sharpen them up. He was quite bored, just being in the nursery with his siblings and the other queens. He wanted to get out the nursery. Be with the other toms! He was surrounded by she cats, and it annoyed him greatly. His eldest brothers were young warriors, and they hardly came to the nursery unless it was mandatory. Nightfallkit looked up to his brothers. Even though he was young, he aspired to be like them. Eventually, the tom got bored of the twig, and he pushed it away with a paw. His eyes looked around, catching hold of his sisters. He wanted to play! So, he jumped quickly into a crouch, growling playfully at his sisters, hoping to some type of reaction from them. He wanted them to be scared of him. After all, wasn't he fearless? Everyone should fear him!

Honeythistle neared the nursery, a small smile on his face. It always made him happy to see his little ones. He was just happy that they were safe. That flood made him stressed, but his newborns were safe. They were warmed up near their mothers, so that was good. It was pleasant. As he managed his way through the wrecks of the nursery, the tom shook the debris that clung to his fur. Goodness! He hated going through nursery entrances, but it was well worth it. As he appeared at the entrance, his eyes searched out for his kits and lovely mates. But, they instantly landed on a sneaky tom kit who going to pounce on one of his sisters, though Honeythistle didn't know which one. "Don't you dare, Nightfallkit." Honeythistle's voice boomed, hidden behind a tender purr. Why were his sons always so rebellious? He figured it was Nightfallkit's bonding time with either Crimsonblaze or Bronzeflash. As he approached the kits, Nightfallkit stood up from his crouching position, giving his father a sheepish grin. As Honeythistle got comfortable within the nursery, he looked down at his three small kits, purring loudly. It was just something that made him tender and content when he was surrounded by little versions of him.

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Twilightkit was curled up, looking tense and nervous. She was surrounded by new, strange kits and queens and she didn't like it. Why couldn't they just go home already? At least there she didn't have to be so tense..kind of. Nightfallkit was knawing a twig, which was confusing to the young she-kit. Her brother was..interesting, not one of her favorite cats but not too bad. She sighed, burying her nose in her paws and looking outside the nursery with curiosity and fear mixed in her eyes. "Why did it have to..flood?" She remembered the word. Twilightkit sighed, sitting up and glancing around. Maybe it wasn't too bad? She could find something to do perhaps. But then again, what if RiverClan kits were mean to her? Or something worse! She swallowed, turning with irritation to Nightfallkit. "C-Cut it out Nightfallkit." She said, trying to be cool despite her nerves about being here.


Twilightkit stood, her paws numb with fear, and walked slowly to the entrance of the nursery. Just a bit of fresh air, just jut her muzzle out and take a breath. She was just..stressed! Yeah, she was just stressed about what happened. Twilightkit's small amount of boldness was taken away right now, she spotted the fur of her father and smiled slightly. He was better than Nightfallkit, much much better. "Honeythistle!" She trilled, nuzzling her fathers leg, as she was too small to reach his face. Her fur fluffed out, she looked much bigger than she actually was. She sat next to him, purring softly glad he was here. She turned to see Nightfallkit, letting out a tiny huff. Her brother was always being annoying, couldn't he calm down for just a second? She sighed softly, her fur smoothing itself. She didn't like it, obviously, it was kind of annoying to the shy young she-kit. She fixed her fur, her eyes glowing with hidden nerves as she smiled at Honeythistle. He, and her mother, were who she looked up to, she wanted to be just like her mom when she got older! She leaned into his fur, glad he was there. They weren't in ice cold water anymore, they were in a warm milky nursery. But still, it was weird. Better than that, though.

[Lilac]

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Eveningkit layed quietly in the nursery. She felt odd being in this place called "Riverclan". She had heard other queens talk about Riverclan, but she thought it was imaginary. Apparently it wasn't imaginary. Eveningkit didn't understand though why there had to be more than one clan, when Shadowclan was so amazing, surely there was no need for another. Next they would be telling her there were even more Clans! That's a ridiculous idea, she chided herself.

She still didn't understand what was wrong, though. So what there was some water in camp. What's the big deal? It's just water. And it probably wasn't even a lot. But all the cats told her that it was a "flood", whatever that meant.

As Eveningkit lay lost in thought, a familiar scent caught her attention. She saw her sister get up from next to her, and walk through the entrance. After a moment she heard her sister let out an excited squeal. And after another moment she saw the cat with the familiar scent enter.

"Honeythistle! She squeaked as bounced up to her father. She nuzzled her father on the leg, and then looked up at him with admiration and love in her eyes.

[Zero]

"Haha, Gotcha!" Tumblekit crowed as she landed on her brother, reveling in his 'oof.' The thrill of the "battle" shone in her eyes and beat wildly in her chest. Their little battle made Tumblekit so happy, despite the fact that she was just woken up. She knew she'd always love her brother, and wouldn't be able to bear hurting him, hence the sheathed claws as they tussled in the nest. Coastkit was larger than Tumblekit and always would be, but as of that moment as kits, he didn't know how to use it. She wasn't aware of the extent of her own talents either, she simply leaped and happily, always hit her target. Coastkit's large paws swinging at her made her eyes widen and she dodged a few. Then, one of his paws caught her and she squealed, pulling back. Giggling, the young molly batted her own, smaller paws at her brother. After slinging her paws at Coastkit a few times, Tumblekit leapt off of her brother, dodging his paws and tucking in to role across the mossy floor and bounce to her paws.

The move was clumsy and she almost fell over, but the kit managed to remain on her paws. Bits of moss was interlaced with her sleek seal point patterned fur and bits of fur stuck out at all angles, but a happy smile shone from her face, showing the fact that she didn't care at all. Tumblekit looked around, noting the absence of their mother. "Coastkit!" She exclaimed, her blue eyes widening with her brilliant idea, "Mom's not here! Let's sneak out into the clearing!" Being only a moon old, Tumblekit and Coastkit hadn't been allowed out of the nursery yet. What better way to see the camp for the first time than to sneak out while their mother was away?


Coastkit only got one good smack in before Tumblekit retreated from on top of him, but honestly didn't care that much. He was still having fun even though he wasn't the best at fighting; the perks of being young and innocent. In the future, he would begin feeling frustrated by his lack of natural skills. However, for now he just enjoyed an occasional wrestling match with Tumblekit or his other friends.
As his sister bounced to her paws, he followed suit; rolling up onto his paws and standing up. Scraps of moss clung to his back, but with one firm shake of his sleek pelt they were gone. His short fur usually didn't give him any trouble because it was short and sleek, even dirt kind of blends in with his stripes. Though, if their mother caught sight of them dirty, she'd spend hours grooming them until they were perfect again. Honestly though, these two siblings couldn't care less about how they looked.
At her words, he looked around with wide eyes. She really isn't here! The thought instantly excited him, and after looking around he turned to Tumblekit with a wide gaze. "Yeah, let's do it!!" He exclaimed, his heart pounding at just agreeing to the plan aloud. As he waited for Tumblekit to make the first move, the kitten bounced from paw to paw in place, always ever moving. He could absolutely not stand still in one place for longer than a minute; he had to do something with himself to keep focused.

[dionysus]

Coastkit only got one good smack in before Tumblekit retreated from on top of him, but honestly didn't care that much. He was still having fun even though he wasn't the best at fighting; the perks of being young and innocent. In the future, he would begin feeling frustrated by his lack of natural skills. However, for now he just enjoyed an occasional wrestling match with Tumblekit or his other friends.
As his sister bounced to her paws, he followed suit; rolling up onto his paws and standing up. Scraps of moss clung to his back, but with one firm shake of his sleek pelt they were gone. His short fur usually didn't give him any trouble because it was short and sleek, even dirt kind of blends in with his stripes. Though, if their mother caught sight of them dirty, she'd spend hours grooming them until they were perfect again. Honestly though, these two siblings couldn't care less about how they looked.
At her words, he looked around with wide eyes. She really isn't here! The thought instantly excited him, and after looking around he turned to Tumblekit with a wide gaze. "Yeah, let's do it!!" He exclaimed, his heart pounding at just agreeing to the plan aloud. As he waited for Tumblekit to make the first move, the kitten bounced from paw to paw in place, always ever moving. He could absolutely not stand still in one place for longer than a minute; he had to do something with himself to keep focused.
A grin crossed Tumblekit's face and her eyes narrowed mischievously as Coastkit agreed that they should sneak out! The molly's tail lashed with excitement, and her thorny claws dug into the moss as she flexed them in and out. Finally, the kit bounded to the edge of the nest and began trying to climb over it. Once she made it halfway, however, Tumblekit found herself sliding down to the bottom once more, landing on her haunches with a laugh. The seal point wasn't deterred and immediately threw herself back onto the side of the nest. Finally, she reached the top and tumbled down the other side, landing clumsily on the nursery floor. Tumblekit had managed to land on her paws, thanks to her tail, but the momentum sent her careening forward and she ended up with her face in the dirt and her tail in the air.

Tumblekit righted herself with a laugh and shook the moss and dirt from her sleek fur. The she-kit turned to glance at her brother before hopping over to the nursery entrance. She stopped just inside it, bouncing on her paws with excitement. Then, she led the way into the clearing, having to take mulitple steps due to her tiny stature. "Wow!" She breathed, looking at all of the warriors and apprentices milling around the huge clearing. To her, it seemed as if the clearing went on forever.

[ShiningFern]

( starfall Mystical monfang AbsurdJinx The kittens are being born now, letting ya'll know. This is my first time rping kits being born and naming them, so I may have done it different than what ya'll may be used to.)

Silverear froze in fear for a slight second as she felt a wave of contractions flow through her body. The kits were coming! She was very nervous about giving birth in Riverclan, she would much rather be in the Shadowclan nursery at this time. She breathed in slowly, knowing it was time. She gripped onto a nearby stick that was brought to her earlier, feeling another wave of pain wash over her.

-Fade to black-

The shadowclan queen was laying in her nest, her fluffy tail curled around her three newborn kits. Each one looked perfect, and she instantly felt love for each of them. She licked the first one on the head, it was a handsome little brown tom. The silver colored calico licked the next kit on the head, it was a silvery white kitten. She smiled before licking the third and final kit on the head, it was a beautiful little orange, white and brown colored kit.

Silverear shifted her weight slightly, looking at each kitten. She had a feeling their father would want to see them, since they were his kits. She shook her head slightly, deciding it was time to name her kittens. Now for their names. The new queen turned her gaze to the little tom, whispering, "Your name will be Muddykit for your handsome pelt." She turned her eyes to the next kitten, the little silverish colored one that reminded her of herself a little. "Your name will be Ivorykit, little one." She whispered in the kitten's ear, even though she knew Ivorykit wouldn't understand yet. It made her feel better to say the names aloud for Starclan to hear. Her eyes fell on the final kit, and she felt her heart warm yet again. "And for you, my dear one, your name will be Olivekit." She said to the kit, licking it on the top of the head again. The queen scooted the kits closer to her, curling her tail tighter around them. Her eyes flicked to the entrance of the nursery before she looked back at the kitten, smiling.

[monfang]

( starfall Mystical monfang AbsurdJinx The kittens are being born now, letting ya'll know. This is my first time rping kits being born and naming them, so I may have done it different than what ya'll may be used to.)

Silverear froze in fear for a slight second as she felt a wave of contractions flow through her body. The kits were coming! She was very nervous about giving birth in Riverclan, she would much rather be in the Shadowclan nursery at this time. She breathed in slowly, knowing it was time. She gripped onto a nearby stick that was brought to her earlier, feeling another wave of pain wash over her.

-Fade to black-

The shadowclan queen was laying in her nest, her fluffy tail curled around her three newborn kits. Each one looked perfect, and she instantly felt love for each of them. She licked the first one on the head, it was a handsome little brown tom. The silver colored calico licked the next kit on the head, it was a silvery white kitten. She smiled before licking the third and final kit on the head, it was a beautiful little orange, white and brown colored kit.

Silverear shifted her weight slightly, looking at each kitten. She had a feeling their father would want to see them, since they were his kits. She shook her head slightly, deciding it was time to name her kittens. Now for their names. The new queen turned her gaze to the little tom, whispering, "Your name will be Muddykit for your handsome pelt." She turned her eyes to the next kitten, the little silverish colored one that reminded her of herself a little. "Your name will be Ivorykit, little one." She whispered in the kitten's ear, even though she knew Ivorykit wouldn't understand yet. It made her feel better to say the names aloud for Starclan to hear. Her eyes fell on the final kit, and she felt her heart warm yet again. "And for you, my dear one, your name will be Olivekit." She said to the kit, licking it on the top of the head again. The queen scooted the kits closer to her, curling her tail tighter around them. Her eyes flicked to the entrance of the nursery before she looked back at the kitten, smiling.
Darkness. That was all the small, last born kit saw. Silence. Nothing entered her ears except the faint, muffled voice of her mother. For a moment, she just mewed at the touch of the warm tongue that brushed on her. Then, her stomach rumbled. She could smell the warm scent of milk near by and so she crawled her way to it. She sniffed around for the scent of the milk and soon she found a teet and began to suckle quickly, pressing and kneading her mother's stomach, and after a few seconds she had calmed, drinking the milk, feeling the warm liquid run down her throat and she enjoyed it. And as she did that the kit soon fell asleep, still suckling.

[Cosmo]

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Black. Ivorykit let out a loud meow that sounded like a yowl. Their ears were flat, pressed against their alabaster and white head, and their eyes were scrunched tight. Unlike their sister, they didn't deep their tummy rumble. They didn't move to their mothers warm milky scent. They didn't suckle or anything like that. They just let out a loud meow, and wrinkled their nose. Then, because they has nothing better to do, Ivorykit inched towards their mother. As the scent hit their nose, Ivorykit's nose twitched. What was that scent? It was delicious, gentle, and pleasing. It made their stomach rumble. So the little kit prodded the source of the scent. When they decided it was fine, they began to suckle. Soon enough, they were farst asleep as well.

[AbsurdJinx]

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Sorreltuft crept cautiously into the nursery. He knew Everwhisper wasn't currently in the den which allowed him to visit in with Silverear, but you couldn't ever be too cautious. Finally, after reassuring himself that his possessive mate was not in the den, he straightened his posture until he was standing with confidence. He searched the unfamiliar den until his gaze rest on a rounded figure, three bundles of fur squirming at it's side. He immediately determined this shape - familiar unlike the den - to be Silverear, and it appeared that their kits had finally been born! Sorreltuft's features brightened, excitement flooding his body.

He stood in the opening to the den while Silverear named their kits, discreetly nodding in approval to the chosen names. Sorreltuft was smiling softly, and he found himself purring gently as he watched the scene unfold before him. He noticed Silverear glancing up at him, and felt that was his queue to approach. Treading carefully, he neared his fling and their kittens. His awe was as visible as day as he gazed down at his kits. After a moment of adoration, he looked up at Silverear, his eyes glistening with unshed tears of wonder. ``They're amazing, Silverear... Absolutely amazing. Who would believe we've created such beauty..?`` No one. Nobody can know these kits our mine.

[ShiningFern]

Darkness. That was all the small, last born kit saw. Silence. Nothing entered her ears except the faint, muffled voice of her mother. For a moment, she just mewed at the touch of the warm tongue that brushed on her. Then, her stomach rumbled. She could smell the warm scent of milk near by and so she crawled her way to it. She sniffed around for the scent of the milk and soon she found a teet and began to suckle quickly, pressing and kneading her mother's stomach, and after a few seconds she had calmed, drinking the milk, feeling the warm liquid run down her throat and she enjoyed it. And as she did that the kit soon fell asleep, still suckling.

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Black. Ivorykit let out a loud meow that sounded like a yowl. Their ears were flat, pressed against their alabaster and white head, and their eyes were scrunched tight. Unlike their sister, they didn't deep their tummy rumble. They didn't move to their mothers warm milky scent. They didn't suckle or anything like that. They just let out a loud meow, and wrinkled their nose. Then, because they has nothing better to do, Ivorykit inched towards their mother. As the scent hit their nose, Ivorykit's nose twitched. What was that scent? It was delicious, gentle, and pleasing. It made their stomach rumble. So the little kit prodded the source of the scent. When they decided it was fine, they began to suckle. Soon enough, they were farst asleep as well.

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Sorreltuft crept cautiously into the nursery. He knew Everwhisper wasn't currently in the den which allowed him to visit in with Silverear, but you couldn't ever be too cautious. Finally, after reassuring himself that his possessive mate was not in the den, he straightened his posture until he was standing with confidence. He searched the unfamiliar den until his gaze rest on a rounded figure, three bundles of fur squirming at it's side. He immediately determined this shape - familiar unlike the den - to be Silverear, and it appeared that their kits had finally been born! Sorreltuft's features brightened, excitement flooding his body.

He stood in the opening to the den while Silverear named their kits, discreetly nodding in approval to the chosen names. Sorreltuft was smiling softly, and he found himself purring gently as he watched the scene unfold before him. He noticed Silverear glancing up at him, and felt that was his queue to approach. Treading carefully, he neared his fling and their kittens. His awe was as visible as day as he gazed down at his kits. After a moment of adoration, he looked up at Silverear, his eyes glistening with unshed tears of wonder. ``They're amazing, Silverear... Absolutely amazing. Who would believe we've created such beauty..?`` No one. Nobody can know these kits our mine.


The fluffy silver colored calico shifted her weight again, adjusting her tail over the kits, just covering them enough so they wouldn't get cold. Silverear nudged Olivekit, helping the newborn crawl closer to her. She smiled as the shekit started feeding, falling asleep at her side. Her ear pricked at the sound of a small, frightened meow. It was little Ivorykit. The queen looked concerned for a moment before the kit began crawling towards her. She licked the small kit as it fell asleep.

Hearing pawsteps, Silverear looked up again. It was Sorreltuft. She noticed a small nod from the tom...he must have heard her name the litter. She purred slightly, happy that the familiar cat decided to come in the nursery. "Yes, they are...Beautiful little gifts from Starclan. One even resembles you." She whispered, smiling and flicking her tail to Muddykit. The small tom's pelt was very close to Sorreltuft's. Swiftly, the silvery calico licked the small cat upon the head. Her eyes shone brightly as she met the warrior's gaze, eyes full of warmth and pride. The queen blinked slightly, thinking about how no one could really know he was the father of her kits. She softly swore to herself she wouldn't tell anyone until the time was right, if a time like that would come around. "We have a little tom, and two little shecats," She said in a proud voice, flicking her gaze back to her former fling.

(I typed tom, and two little shecats because Ivory is born a shecat, even if she is nonbianary. Letting ya know.)

[Barnabas]

Longkit walked into the nursery after she had finished eating her food. The she-kit looked around the Nursery for her friend Spiralkit. It had been a while since she had hang out or even seen the other kit. Longkit was mostly always sleeping, so she was hardly ever awake to see actually no one. She didn't have a mother yet and she thought all the time that she could sleep all day if she wanted to. She spotted Spiralkit, walking over to her friend. "Hey Spiralkit. Want to do something today." meowed Longkit.

SpiralWhirl

[wolfie]

Longkit walked into the nursery after she had finished eating her food. The she-kit looked around the Nursery for her friend Spiralkit. It had been a while since she had hang out or even seen the other kit. Longkit was mostly always sleeping, so she was hardly ever awake to see actually no one. She didn't have a mother yet and she thought all the time that she could sleep all day if she wanted to. She spotted Spiralkit, walking over to her friend. "Hey Spiralkit. Want to do something today." meowed Longkit.

SpiralWhirl

The kit played with a leaf, slamming her paw down each time before chasing it. Spiralkit had been awake for hours, growing bored playing by herself. Each time she saw a kit, they were with their parents. She had parents, but they were asleep. Like always. As Longkit came over to her, excitement bubble up. "Hey Longkit, and sure I'll love to! Any ideas?" She asked, leaving the leaf she turn to her. Haven't seeing her friend in slow long, made her a bit more happier to know she still like her.

[Barnabas]

The kit played with a leaf, slamming her paw down each time before chasing it. Spiralkit had been awake for hours, growing bored playing by herself. Each time she saw a kit, they were with their parents. She had parents, but they were asleep. Like always. As Longkit came over to her, excitement bubble up. "Hey Longkit, and sure I'll love to! Any ideas?" She asked, leaving the leaf she turn to her. Haven't seeing her friend in slow long, made her a bit more happier to know she still like her.

longkit let out a friendly smile toward her friend. "We could play mossball. Have you played before?" meowed Longkit in excitement. The she-kit hoped that Spiralkit would say she wanted to play mossball. It would get her mind off of not having parents.

[wolfie]

longkit let out a friendly smile toward her friend. "We could play mossball. Have you played before?" meowed Longkit in excitement. The she-kit hoped that Spiralkit would say she wanted to play mossball. It would get her mind off of not having parents.



Spiral nodded, " Yeah, with other kits I think." She said as she look around for it. Going inside the den and out, she roll it out. "Found it!" Spiral said, pushing it to her. Truefully she wish for something a bit more interesting but she didn't mind, her tail flickering back and forth.

[Barnabas]

Spiral nodded, " Yeah, with other kits I think." She said as she look around for it. Going inside the den and out, she roll it out. "Found it!" Spiral said, pushing it to her. Truefully she wish for something a bit more interesting but she didn't mind, her tail flickering back and forth.

Longkit watched her go then recalled back, getting a bit frightened. She shook her head to show that she didn't know what she was doing. "Want to make this more interesting?" asked Longkit with a smirk. An idea came into her head. "Let's go into the camp and grab something out of the fresh kill pile and use that for a mossball. What do you think?" meowed Longkit.

[wolfie]

Longkit watched her go then recalled back, getting a bit frightened. She shook her head to show that she didn't know what she was doing. "Want to make this more interesting?" asked Longkit with a smirk. An idea came into her head. "Let's go into the camp and grab something out of the fresh kill pile and use that for a mossball. What do you think?" meowed Longkit.

Spiralkit was more hesitant but nodded, " Sure! " She said trying to sound happy which she did quite good. Giving a friendly smile, the dark ginger kit roll the mossball around for a little bit. Waiting for Longkit to make a move, or is she waiting for her. Spiralkit stared at the warriors outside the nursery. They were so big, I'll avoid them and not get step on I hope!

[Bella~]

''The nursery seems...nice,'' Coldhearted tried to reassure his mate that her and the kits would be alright within being inside Riverclan. Nothing would happen to their kits. Nothing would happen to her. Cloverwhisker had her tail wrapped protectively over their small little ones. Coldhearted let out a small sigh. Soon he would leave so he could explore some of these new places, but he didn't want Cloverwhisker to feel that she was alone in everything. ''Are you gonna be alright, Clovey?'' The most important thing was that they all were safe. That's all that mattered.

Falconkit stayed close to his mother, pressed against his sister, and was hidden by his mother's fluffy tail. He felt warm and was glad that this warmness was back. It almost made him sleepy, but he was hungry. So, with small paws, he kneaded his mother as if begging her for milk. All he wanted to do was nurse.

She blinked at Her Kitten's kneeding, she leaned back into her side so her babies could eat and looked back at Coldhearted "Yes, I'll be fine.." She sighed and glanced away " I'm just a bit nervous..you know bringing our kittens to another clan... " She laid her head on the ground and huffed softly.

[AbsurdJinx]

The fluffy silver colored calico shifted her weight again, adjusting her tail over the kits, just covering them enough so they wouldn't get cold. Silverear nudged Olivekit, helping the newborn crawl closer to her. She smiled as the shekit started feeding, falling asleep at her side. Her ear pricked at the sound of a small, frightened meow. It was little Ivorykit. The queen looked concerned for a moment before the kit began crawling towards her. She licked the small kit as it fell asleep.

Hearing pawsteps, Silverear looked up again. It was Sorreltuft. She noticed a small nod from the tom...he must have heard her name the litter. She purred slightly, happy that the familiar cat decided to come in the nursery. "Yes, they are...Beautiful little gifts from Starclan. One even resembles you." She whispered, smiling and flicking her tail to Muddykit. The small tom's pelt was very close to Sorreltuft's. Swiftly, the silvery calico licked the small cat upon the head. Her eyes shone brightly as she met the warrior's gaze, eyes full of warmth and pride. The queen blinked slightly, thinking about how no one could really know he was the father of her kits. She softly swore to herself she wouldn't tell anyone until the time was right, if a time like that would come around. "We have a little tom, and two little shecats," She said in a proud voice, flicking her gaze back to her former fling.

(I typed tom, and two little shecats because Ivory is born a shecat, even if she is nonbianary. Letting ya know.)

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Sorreltuft couldn't take his eyes off the magnificent bundles, his eyes wide with awe. He was silent for a few moments, taking in the sight of his son and daughters. He studied Olivekit first, curled warmly at Silverear's side The small kit had Silverear's ginger patches and gray pelt, with hints of Sorreltuft's brown fur. He looked over at Ivorykit, also curled at Silverear's belly. Ivorykit had her mother's gray pelt, as silver as the moon's light. Meanwhile, Muddykit may as well be an exact replica of Sorreltuft, reminding the older warrior that it would be difficult to play the young tom-kit off as not his. It wasn't that he didn't want to claim the kits as his own, but he couldn't. He didn't need anyone to know that he fathered kits that weren't Everwhisper's. It would destroy everything, including the lives of the kits before him.

His soft smile turned into a displeased frown as he seemed to finally realize that he could not claim these gorgeous kits as his own. Sorreltuft looked down at Silverear, regret flooding his eyes as meowed, ``We - I can't - nobody can know these kits are mine. I mean, believe me when I say I truly love these kits, and I'd love to claim them as ours, but we just can't.`` He sadly narrowed his eyes, shaking his head discreetly in disappointment. ``And I need you to know, I'm keeping us, our family, a secret for you and our kits. I'm doing this for you and our kits, okay?``

``I - With Everwhisper so clingy, I may not be able to check in with you much. But I promise you, I will do my best to see you frequently, and I will look after our kits - even if its from a distance. And I,`` Sorreltuft sighed, gazing down at his kits with so much love and admiration. ``I really don't want to do this. But I don't know if we'll ever be able to reveal I'm their father. And I'm begging you - do not tell them I am their father, please. This is for them - I'm making these decisions for their benefit.`` He gazed at Silverear, his eyes silently begging her to respect his decision.

[Brilliance]

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Eveningkit layed quietly in the nursery. She felt odd being in this place called "Riverclan". She had heard other queens talk about Riverclan, but she thought it was imaginary. Apparently it wasn't imaginary. Eveningkit didn't understand though why there had to be more than one clan, when Shadowclan was so amazing, surely there was no need for another. Next they would be telling her there were even more Clans! That's a ridiculous idea, she chided herself.

She still didn't understand what was wrong, though. So what there was some water in camp. What's the big deal? It's just water. And it probably wasn't even a lot. But all the cats told her that it was a "flood", whatever that meant.

As Eveningkit lay lost in thought, a familiar scent caught her attention. She saw her sister get up from next to her, and walk through the entrance. After a moment she heard her sister let out an excited squeal. And after another moment she saw the cat with the familiar scent enter.

"Honeythistle! She squeaked as bounced up to her father. She nuzzled her father on the leg, and then looked up at him with admiration and love in her eyes.
Twilightkit was curled up, looking tense and nervous. She was surrounded by new, strange kits and queens and she didn't like it. Why couldn't they just go home already? At least there she didn't have to be so tense..kind of. Nightfallkit was knawing a twig, which was confusing to the young she-kit. Her brother was..interesting, not one of her favorite cats but not too bad. She sighed, burying her nose in her paws and looking outside the nursery with curiosity and fear mixed in her eyes. "Why did it have to..flood?" She remembered the word. Twilightkit sighed, sitting up and glancing around. Maybe it wasn't too bad? She could find something to do perhaps. But then again, what if RiverClan kits were mean to her? Or something worse! She swallowed, turning with irritation to Nightfallkit. "C-Cut it out Nightfallkit." She said, trying to be cool despite her nerves about being here.


Twilightkit stood, her paws numb with fear, and walked slowly to the entrance of the nursery. Just a bit of fresh air, just jut her muzzle out and take a breath. She was just..stressed! Yeah, she was just stressed about what happened. Twilightkit's small amount of boldness was taken away right now, she spotted the fur of her father and smiled slightly. He was better than Nightfallkit, much much better. "Honeythistle!" She trilled, nuzzling her fathers leg, as she was too small to reach his face. Her fur fluffed out, she looked much bigger than she actually was. She sat next to him, purring softly glad he was here. She turned to see Nightfallkit, letting out a tiny huff. Her brother was always being annoying, couldn't he calm down for just a second? She sighed softly, her fur smoothing itself. She didn't like it, obviously, it was kind of annoying to the shy young she-kit. She fixed her fur, her eyes glowing with hidden nerves as she smiled at Honeythistle. He, and her mother, were who she looked up to, she wanted to be just like her mom when she got older! She leaned into his fur, glad he was there. They weren't in ice cold water anymore, they were in a warm milky nursery. But still, it was weird. Better than that, though.

Nightfall gave his sister a challenging stare, narrowing his eyes as she told him to stop it. It made him all the more seemingly angry and he wanted to charge at her. "You can't tell me what to do!" He crowed, full of dismay. Twilightkit always found some type of way to ruin his fun, and not to mention that his own father had ruined his fun as well when he stopped him from pouncing on the silver pelted she kit. Both of his sisters had hopped up to see Honeythistle, and being the life of the party, Nightfallkit followed along. When Honeythistle settled himself down, being almost winded by his little kits, he let out a purr full of mirth. The large tom bent down his head to give Twilightkit a couple licks around her ears before he did the same to Eveningkit. Nightfallkit was different. Instead, he bounded behind his father, wanting to attack his tail. Honeythistle looked back at his son with a slight roll of his eyes, he walked further into the nursery, perching himself down to be around his kits.

The father swished his tail to keep Nightfallkit at bay since the younger tom was always full of energetic energy.
Of course, inherited from his father. All his sons seemed to have developed that troublemaking side from him. Only Honeythistle was baffled as he was a sweet one as a kit. His troublemaking days started as an apprentice. But, his sons picked up on their troublemaking early. At least his daughters were obedient little ones. Well, some of them at was. As the tom looked at his small precious daughters, he purred in delight. "How are my little she kits? I hope you two are being good." Throwing his head back, he chuckled lowly. "At least, better than your brother." Honeythistle picked up the speed of his tail, swishing it back and forth. That didn't deter Nightfallkit however. He was enjoying the challenge.