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Originally Posted by Thistledawn
Silvermask slipped out of the nursery with ease. Her pelt was ruffled and her muscles were stiff from a long nap. The queen had laid in the same uncomfortable position for what felt like moons. She had worried about disturbing the resting queens and kits, especially her own foster kit, Minnowkit. Every cat had been fast asleep and the American Shorthair feared that her movement would wake the sleeping bodies. She knew how fussy kits could get without enough sleep. So Silvermask saved herself and all of her denmates the trouble and remained circled in her nest. However, the she-cat rose from her nest when she began to hear the stirs and mews of the younger kits.
Now that she had left the nursery, Silvermask used the space available to her to stretch out those stiff muscles in her back. She felt and heard her bones crack as she reached as far forward as she could. The silver and black queen reached for her shoulder with a paw and back the massage the stiff muscles until she felt them unwind. Massaging the other stiff muscles, Silvermask let out a breath of relief as she felt her body loosen again. She didn't feel totally refreshed, but it was close enough.
Looking back towards the nursery, Silvermask called out, "Minnowkit! Time to get some fresh air." She prompted. Minnowkit was Silvermask's current foster kit and the only cat who managed to capture her attention for more than a heartbeat or two. The young kit had stolen the RiverClan queen's heart and simultaneously filled the gap in her heart that she only half knew existed. She'd been broken after the lose of her own litter. Since then, the RiverClan queen had dealt with the knowledge that she'd never be able to have kits of her own. Little did she know that fostering kits like Minnowkit would make her just as happy.
(Definitely not my best, but it's what I can do with my recent focusing issues rip @ Alphafury ) |
A small scrap of fur uncoiled from the soft comfort of the kiss and perked it’s pouted ears at the mention of his name. The small tom kit sprung up from his nest and immediately lumbered out of the nursery quickly at the call of his foster mother, silvermask, she had been the only mother the small tom had ever known. His own biological parents were unknown in fact but minnowkit didn’t seem to care too much about that, we would just rather silvermask anyways.
After a few moments the misty grey kit tumbled out of the nursery entrance after tripping over his own paws but quickly scrambled to his paws again and dashed straight towards silvermask with his tail held high.