Quiet pawsteps lead the solitary tom into the kit corner. A mostly disused space in ThunderClan, seeing bouts of activity only in random bursts before dying out again. He never fully understood the purpose of this place. The kits of the clan had the nursery. And it sure as hell wasn't like they remained quiet when others were sleeping. Still... the place remained standing. Dirty and in neglect, but mostly fine... he supposed.
A snort escaping the Birman mix, he went further in, scrapping some old moss on a singular nail. Nose wrinkling with disgust, he turned deadpanned eyes onto the rest of the place, tail swaying dejectedly behind him. Today was one of those lazy days. He hadn't felt particularly compelled to go out and hunt, yet he had gotten sent on no patrols either. In other words, he was all alone and with nothing to do. And he was admittedly bored.
A grunt. A dejected sigh. And then it was off to work. He'd originally intended on taking a nap in this place, knowing few ever ventured in here. The one downside to his way of life, he supposed. No company. The one upside, however, had its merits as well. No company. It was difficult to weight in which one was more worth it in the end. Gratefully, he was too distracted now to ponder on it for long as he went back and forth, carrying old, broken bits of den and returning with sticks and reinforcing materials. If he was going to live here, might as well have the place look half decent.
The Forest Sprite had moss in dream's slightly parted jaws, clamped tightly between her muzzle. Asterpaw's Lithe form flexed and relaxed seemingly as a whole, speckled forepaws had claws still unsheathed from collecting the earthy substance. Dirt was lodged on the bottom of their curved keratin Daggers. As the azure-hued feline entered the Kit Corner expressionlessly, but her eyes caught on a chocolate brown tom. This was the cat who had become a warrior really early, wasn't it? Why, he wasn't much older than dreamself! Quite curious in the primarily white molly. Flicking her tail, Aster dropped the moss she had brought and settled on her haunches, sitting down and shifting her forepaws to separate the green with deft, steady rhythmic movements. Sheathing her claws, Asterpaw began rolling the plant pieces into separate, earthy smelling spheres. After a pause, she lifted her head to see Spruce,,, Jumper, was it? Cleaning. How curious. Why, though? Surely kits and queens-- apprentices too they supposed- should clean out the area. Odd. But it would be appreciated by her, since they meant she wouldn't have to tidy it up if she was asked, because it was already done. But it was still weird that this warrior was doing it.
"I'm sure that the kits'll appreciate that, hmm?" She mewed suddenly, eyes downcast to meet her task. Mossball one, done. She rolled it over to a corner behind her for a kit to find at some point later. No use in them trying and failing to make one. Would only waste moss in the end. "I'll stay outta your way. Just was makin' some mossballs skits don't waste moss Tryna make em." A wry shrug of her shoulders, and she fell silent. Aster wasn't one to go on talking, she'd rather just sit and do her work in silence, enjoying the familiar and thoughtless movements from her kithood.
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@/Alchemist Kitsune
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:3
isla, Alec, Bean, phantom, Morrigan, Dolomedes, Marigoldwhisper, and iliri all reside in here. They will never escape :>
Kestrelpaw stood in the entrance of the kits’ playden, very casually staring suspiciously at Asterpaw because they made her think about Sproutfleck for some very mysterious, very very strange, unsolved reason. Hmmmmm…
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❝ Leaving them feeling betrayed.
Breaking the bonds that you've made. ❞
Re: Kit Corner
