WindClan Nursery

[Snivellus]

Burningkit is vibing, purring a catchy bird song.

[Activity post - Open]

[furrensic]

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

the tiny kit lets out a giggle as her father rasps his tongue over her fur. huh?? don't crawl on the ceiling? egretkit tilts her head, brows furrowing in confusion. those crawly things can do it, why can't she? oh, well! no matter! she supposes it's best, because then if she was up there, maybe the bugs would get nervous and run away. she doesn't want that! besides, now papa was offering to lift her up, which she'll happily settle for.

"really? yay!! you're the best papa!" she squeaks, rolling off of the toms paws to scurry to his side. the process of actually trying to climb onto his back is a mighty treacherous task, only suited for the most skilled cats such as herself. and once she's on, she's latched on like a leech. wow, papa makes a pretty good bed! "lift me super duper high!" she chirps.

[ @Mica ]

[Mica]

Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 52 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky blue eyes]
Purrks: Flock Together T3, Beefed Up T1, Radiohead [INACTIVE]
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Hanged Man ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Egretkit - @furrensic ]
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Grateful he wouldn't have to explain why Egretkit couldn't climb on the ceiling--he had only gotten to the "because you won't stay up there" part in his head--Hawkfur crouched down so his tiny daughter could haul herself up onto his spine. He was rather large, so he did his best to squish himself down as much as possible so she could climb on easily. Her tiny claws pricked his skin, but his thick fur kept it from hurting. "Ready?" He purred, hearing her squeak of confirmation behind him and slowly pushing himself to his paws. He stretched up, up, up until he was on his toes, his ears brushing the den ceiling. He twisted his head so he could glance over his shoulder at his daughter. "See anything cool, Egretlove?"

[---Bluestar---]

Blossomkit laid down and stretched as she looked around the nursery.

(OPEN)

[gs29513]

Deadmoon was trying to make herself feel better. Or at least act better. Whatever. To do that, she had caught a pair of mice and stomped into the nursery, dropping them at her paws before sitting down. She liked kits. Kits were nice. She would watch the kits, and offer mice if they’d only eaten rabbits before, and be friendly and nice and loving and not yell at any babies. No, Deadmoon definitely wasn’t going to yell at the babies. (OPEN)