Ashkit turned around towards the kit who spoke. “Huh? Oh um…” Ashkit looked briefly at Freezekit and Whislekit that was standing a small distance away talking with a Warrior. What would he answer to this pretty nosy kit? “Nothing much,” he answered with a smile. “I was talking about Whislekit over there, as he was a bit angry.” Ashkit had lowered his voice when saying that. Whislekit would look perfectly fine from Lavenderkit’s eyes, even happy, but she was definitely angry a minute ago. “But please don’t tell her I said that” he added quickly. He didn’t want any trouble.
❀ ฺ `of course i won't tell,` she mewed, deciding to ignore the anger from freezekit. `you two seem to be a bit.. busy, so uh, i'll leave you be.` lavenderkit happened to tell that the three were fighting, and she knew quite a lot about trouble, considering she had wandered off and gotten lost. she received quite a scolding. oh well. `just don't let the warriors' hear ya!` she mewed, walking away.
Fallenkit nodded importantly. Under the warmth of Heathernose's fur, she mewed, Did your mother like rabbits?
"Hmmm..." Heathernose thought about it, and then finally she laughed softly. "She must have! My father's name was Haresprint." A hare was just a different type of rabbit right? Funny, she had never noticed that before.
"Hmmm..." Heathernose thought about it, and then finally she laughed softly. "She must have! My father's name was Haresprint." A hare was just a different type of rabbit right? Funny, she had never noticed that before.
the kit padded around the den energetically almost bouncing off the walls, he giggled playing with the feather he found. purring happily as he chased it giggling with great glee.
Whisperinghive
A 12-16 moon old tom with marigold-orange fur, dull green eyes, and a thin scar running from below his left eye down his muzzle to his nose. Purrks: Killer Aptitude T1 [ACTIVE] Survival Instincts[ACTIVE] Just a Scratch [ACTIVE]
Whisperinghive smiled again and rolled his eyes playfully before padding out to retrieve a mouse for the kit. He came back shortly, a plump mouse in his jaws. The warrior crouched and set down the mouse. "Does this suffice?" Whisperinghive asked with a mischievous smile, his tail lashing in the air behind him. If she didn't eat it, he'd definitely would.
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"Yes..." Strawberrykit side-eyed the mouse that orange creature had dropped at her paws. One said paw darted out to poke at the smaller creature. "What's it? A mouse? For eating? I eat Firenotmom, that better."
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"Hello!" A small voice piped up. A tiny kit beamed up at Heathernose, slightly wobbling around. No matter how much the kit swayed left and right, his brilliant yellow eyes never strayed from hers. "I'm Stumblekit. Are you a new mama?"
Mistykit entered the nursery, ready to get away from the hot blistering sun. She went over to her nest where she found a mossball. With one quick movement she swiped at the ball with her paw, making it fly quickly across the nursery. In attempt to catch it before it fell to the ground, the she-kit scrambled after it.
Stumblekit waddled over ungraciously, his unsteady paws barely finding their hold on the soft, mossy ground of the nursery. "Hi!" He squeaked, wobbling around as if he were on a windy branch. "Hi!"
Stumblekit waddled over ungraciously, his unsteady paws barely finding their hold on the soft, mossy ground of the nursery. "Hi!" He squeaked, wobbling around as if he were on a windy branch. "Hi!"
Mistykit turned towards Stumblekit and grinned at him. "Hello," she mews. She quickly found the mossball and tosses it over to the other kit. "Wanna play?" She asked.
"Yes..." Strawberrykit side-eyed the mouse that orange creature had dropped at her paws. One said paw darted out to poke at the smaller creature. "What's it? A mouse? For eating? I eat Firenotmom, that better."
Whisperinghive
A 12-16 moon old tom with marigold-orange fur, dull green eyes, and a thin scar running from below his left eye down his muzzle to his nose. Purrks: Killer Aptitude T1 [ACTIVE] Survival Instincts[ACTIVE] Just a Scratch [ACTIVE]
Hah! It was enough for her. A small sense of pride swirled in his chest at her acceptance of the prey. "Oh yeah?" Dear Starclan, he'd been saying that a lot. "Will you at least try it? I'm sure Fire..not- Firenotmom is much better, but I'd be so hurt and betrayed if you didn't try my mouse." The warrior said with a mock-sadness before laying on his stomach with his legs under him, and his front paws curled under his chest. Loafing, if you would. "You wouldn't want to make me sad, would you? I'd eat your mouse and tell Firenotmom." Whisperinghive teased. Gosh, this kit was entertaining.
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Re: WindClan Nursery
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