WindClan Nursery

[---Bluestar---]

blossomkit slept

[furrensic]

EGRETKIT
she/her . 1 moon . dark brown and lilac tabby with dappling with cream markings and blue eyes
[ no purrks ]

the nursery is as loud as always today. rowdy kits run around the spacious den, playing games from tag to mossball. some playfully brawl, while a few lay with queens, either nursing or pestering for stories. the ruckus is befitting of the warm greenleaf weather – the nursery surely being more quiet in the colder moons.

egretkit, however, is currently flopped on her back in the middle of the mossy nursery floor. she stretches her limbs, tiny paws making grasping motions as if she's trying to reach for the ceiling of the den. a big smile is splayed on her maw, blue eyes wide and bright. she wonders if she could somehow get up there – the ceiling, that is – somehow, and crawl on there. just like she sees those weird crawly thingies scooting up the nursery wall! she erupts into a fit of giggles at the thought before rolling onto her side.

hmm..who could help her get up there? maybe crowkit or gracklekit! they are her brothers, after all, and siblings always help each other! one problem, though..even if crowkit and gracklekit stood on each other, an she climbs to the very top, she's still not sure if she could reach all the way up there. she needs someone tall! a big cat! annnndd, she knows exactly who! she quickly stands up, though a bit wobbly (curse these baby legs!), looking around until she spots who she's looking for: papa! luckily, he always seems to be in the nursery for the most part.

"papa! papa!!" egretkit squeals, racing over (in reality, it's more like tottering) to her father. she plops down, trying to land on the tom's paws if he allows. "i wanna go up there!" she announces, still wearing a toothy grin as she gestures to the nursery's ceiling. "'n' crawl around like the crawly thingies do! I dunno if crowy 'n' gracks are big enough to get me allll the way up there - but, i think you can, papa!"

[ @Mica THEM ]