| Dapplebreeze |
Agatha Kitty - Active | Silver Tongue - Inactive | Beefed Up [Tier 1] - Inactive
The patched molly had been out on the clearing, having a rare moment for herself. The amount of sunning offered by the sky during leafbare was rare, and usually not the most comfortable. There was plenty of snow on the ground, albeit softer... mushier in the relative warmth of the day. Relative in comparison to the earlier, frost filled days, which were admittedly not the warmest, but the senior warrior was not one to complain. Instead, she lay by the center of the clearing, staring up at the broken clouds with a peaceful look on her blue hues. At least... until a small scampering caught her attention.
It was quite the sight. A tiny speck of a kit skittering as sneakily as he could from the nursery. Which of course meant he had barreled out into the open with the grace of a just woken up badger - rather fitting, considering his name - and was scampering about erratically. An intriguing sight, but not the reason why Dapplebreeze kept an eye on the youngster. His mother seemed to have not yet realized he was missing from the nursery - not that she blamed her, it was always easy to have your little ones sneak about with larger litters... and even smaller ones with especially high escapist tendencies amongst their ranks were nothing to scoff at either - and she would hate for the little one to go back to his nest with a bruise or a scuff of some sort. Or worse... to not come back at all. The cloudy sky did not provide much aid in seeing hawks flying above the open plateau, yet the she-cat remained vigilant, mismatched ears perked up as she kept her eyes on the kit.
It became evident when young Badgerkit was quite done with his excursion, his frantic, desperate looking around for where he had come from tugging at the warrior's maternal heart. And yet laying she remained. It would be a good lesson for the kit, one way or another. To learn the ins and outs of the camp, or to learn that perhaps staying with his mother until he was a bit older might not be all that terrible an idea. And yet... neither seemed to happen as his panic... vanished? The cream and tan she-cat's whiskers twitched with amusement, impressed by the kit's already adventurous spirit. He would be quite the pawful for whoever ended up apprenticing him once he came of age. Perhaps a formidable future warrior of the clan in the making? It was too early to tell, of course, but she always did like to think the best of the clan's darlings and their future.
Noticing his tiny paws carrying him over towards the elders' den, Dapplebreeze purred, lifting herself before following after the lad. She was certain he would be in no danger in there, but perhaps it would be best to make sure he was alright... and make sure he found his way back to Laurelwinds once his little excursion was done. Round paws padding softly through the snow, the senior warrior entered the elders' domain silently, preferring to avoid bothering anyone if she could help it. The oldest of the clan had earned their rest, after all... although she couldn't see how an impromptu visit from a curious darling would be a bother to anyone. Then again... she'd always had her soft spot for the clan's youngest.
She found the black and white tom swiftly, making himself quite at home in a currently unoccupied nest. Perhaps the excitement from before had been enough for the sweetheart. He did seem quite young. A moon at most, if she had to guess. With a demure smile gracing her soft features, the former queen approached the curled up kit, hearing his purring from a distance. Placing one paw inside the nest, the older feline tilted her head, curiously staring at the little intruder fondly.
"Oh, my my. Aren't we rather young to be sleeping in the elders' den, my dearest? Was the nursery proving too loud for a good rest?" Dapplebreeze asked in a soft whisper, offering a gentle blink in the kit's direction.
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Tiabirb [Badgerkit]