Fallenkit giggled, snuggling up beside Heathernose. Are you gonna have kits soon? She asked, not noticing how obvious the answer was. Can I pay with them? She rested her head at Heathernose's paws.
Heathernose purred and nodded. "They should be coming soon." She answered, looking around at her belly. StarClan willing!
Heathernose purred and nodded. "They should be coming soon." She answered, looking around at her belly. StarClan willing!
Fallenkit placed a paw gently on Heathernose's belly. Boy she had so many questions. Had mama been the same way? She looked like a swollen rabbit! She stifled a giggle, and asked, What will they be called? Fallenkit looked at the queen curiously.
Jaggedkit revenge seemed to work, frostkit had woken up. Good now that they were even Jaggedkit could go back to sleep, well atleast he believed he could go back to sleep. He believed this up until the point he felt movement next to him again. Just before he could fully look at his twin to see what the other kit was doing, a wait landed on him and teeth, small but sharp, chomped down on his tail.
Jaggedkit let out wail of pain that cutoff into a hiss as he attempted to standup and twist around to teach this pest not to mess with him. Baring his teeth in a snarl, he forced himself to move towards this attacker. Snapping his jaws all the while in attempt to latch on to fur or possibly ear and sink his sharp, and very small teeth, into it. Bite bite bite! How dare you disturb my sleep and retailiate after I bumped you!
Frostkit
Frostkit grinned devilishly as he heard his sibling call out! Hehe >:3c Frostkit one and Jaggedkit zero. Oh wait- Frostkit have a startled chirp and his brother collided into him. Oh! If Jaggedkit wanted a fight than Frostkit was going to give one hell of a fight! He was the scariest fighter out there. In the world even! Haha! His ear suddenly erupted in a fiery pain! Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow owie ow! Frostkit tried to shoot his paws out and into his brother’s face to push him away from his ear. That was dirty! He was gonna tear it or something. What a evil evil evil twin! Evil! Nasty! Rude! Frostkit have a little growl and he kicked out, trying to kick into Jaggedkit.
Crowkit. After Crowtooth, no doubt. He and Bravebird and Hawkfur were buddies, the little older fury crowd. Occasionally Deadmoon was a bit jealous of them, with the respect they commanded and the families they had and friends and connections and shoulders to lean on. Shoulders that were fast being yanked away from her. But poor little Crowkit didn't need, or deserve, to have her irritation vented upon him in any way. He was just doing his little kit things, unaware of the weight his name might carry.
Deadmoon wondered about her kits. If she would ever have them. She wouldn't make a good mother, that was for certain, but the thought had always....sort of appealed to her. She liked younger cats more than older ones, anyway. And even when they were grown up, she could be so proud of the cats they had become despite her corrupting influence. Look at Snowybreeze. Still her friend (her only friend now) and an amazing cat, if a bit too nice. What would she name them? After friends and family gone? She felt she would have to, it would only be right. Those you had lost were only truly gone when their names were no longer spoken, and through names could be given a second life. Wolffang would have one, of course. Breezefeather, too, deserved a second incarnation, a eulogy. Rookscreech, maybe Marigoldpaw. But this was idle thought, of no consequence. She would not have kits, for she would be a terrible mother. That was that, and she would be content with the pseudo children she found in Snowybreeze and Owlpaw.
Back to the poor kit. Crowkit is a very nice name. she mewed solemnly. And Egretkit and Gracklekit are very nice names as well. All of them are very fierce names, befitting of great warriors. She actually had no thoughts about the significance of the names beyond that of Crowkit, but kits liked to hear they were destined for greatness. Stars knew she had needed to hear that at that age, instead of the drivel about being useless she had received. But these unhappy thoughts were quickly driven away by the similarly atrocious crouch the little tom effected. Deadmoon, predictably, guffawed again.
What are you trying to sneak after, a blind badger? she huffed, afterwards rather hoping that the barbed insult in her exclamation would be beyond the kits understanding. So she was venting some bitterness after all. Tricks, however, was something she could get behind. Deadmoon quite enjoyed a little joke, though generally more of the verbal variety. Physical comedy could be quite suiting however, if the situation presented itself. What kind of tricks do you like to play, Crowkit? It's not like you can go out of camp to get thorns or anything. Not being the most creative mind filling a nest with thorns was about the extent of her tricking knowledge, but perhaps this kit had something in his mind replacing the space that should be taken up by how to sneak.
Crowkit
Crowkit huffed. And stomped around a bit, “Well! I can sneak up on blind badgers and then kill them all by myself! Right now! I’ll do it! See, they’ll be all like-” The kitten hopped a short distance away, slowing down to walk with big big big steps and puffed out his chest. Repeat lh saying ‘Scary badger, scary badger’ in a deep tone because badgers obviously spent their days calling themselves scary. Yep made sense. Then he pivoted and faced where he was just standing as ‘the badger’ dropping down into a crouch as he wiggled his bum, his tail flicking back and forth rapidly as he jumped forward in a just as terrible pounce. “Take that!!! Evil badger! And then boom! It’s dead and then I saved all of Windclan! And they’ll be like- Crowkit, Crowkit, Crowkit!- and then Twill’star will make me the a fury just like mama and papa and uncle crow!”
He stopped his one cat show as Deadmoon asked after his tricks. Crowkit grinned! “Its a secret! You have to promise not to tell anyone! Promise? Promise!” The kitten didn’t actually wait for Deadmoon to promise, he more so just assumed that she would before barreling into the next topic! Pranks and tricks! He really liked doing them they are so fun! And fun for everyone! “See! Sometimes- Someone will be like Crowkit, can you get me a mouse please? and instead! I drag them a rabbit! And sometimes!!! I’ll dig up a worm and put it in the nursery!” The kitten stopped his ranting, looking up to see Deadmoon’s reaction to his oh so evil tricks.
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Fallenkit placed a paw gently on Heathernose's belly. Boy she had so many questions. Had mama been the same way? She looked like a swollen rabbit! She stifled a giggle, and asked, What will they be called? Fallenkit looked at the queen curiously.
Heathernose purred, she loved talking about her kits, even though they weren't here yet. "I'm not certain yet because I don't know what they'll look like." She admitted. "But I would like to name at least one kit after my mother. Her name was Rabbitsong."
Heathernose purred, she loved talking about her kits, even though they weren't here yet. "I'm not certain yet because I don't know what they'll look like." She admitted. "But I would like to name at least one kit after my mother. Her name was Rabbitsong."
Fallenkit nodded importantly. Under the warmth of Heathernose's fur, she mewed, Did your mother like rabbits?
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