ThunderClan Nursery

[MaximusPrime27]

Snowwhisker
43 Moons Old
She/Her
Bi
@Diamondfur

The she raised an eyebrow as she felt her fur stand on end, it was colder in here than normal.

Duskkit rolled around in the nest.

[Zero]

Cicadakit lay sprawled in his nest, staring off into the distance, lost in his own thoughts. He had so much more room with abouy half his siblings in the apprentice's den now and two others out sick and was taking advantage of it. It was a bit lonely, though, and he was a tad fearful to fall far behind his other siblings that had already gained a rank on him. But, there was nothing he could do about that now, all he could do was wait his turn. Hopefully all the others would be be joining him at the next meeting to become apprentices. They'd all be 6 moons by then, so it had to be inevitable - at least for the healthy kits anyways.

[Diamondfur]

Originally Posted by MaximusPrime27

Snowwhisker
43 Moons Old
She/Her
Bi
@Diamondfur

The she raised an eyebrow as she felt her fur stand on end, it was colder in here than normal.

Duskkit rolled around in the nest.

"is she mad" blackkit thinks

[MaximusPrime27]

Snowwhisker
43 Moons Old
She/Her
Bi @Diamondfur

She picks at her teeth lying down for a nap

Blackkit still rolls around

[Omari]

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Drizzlecloud
Thunderclan
She/her
Purrks: Heightened Perception(active), Herbal Knowledge T2 & Monkey’s Paw.

The last moon had been a lot to process, for sure. Becoming a new mother, recuperating from kitting, getting used to being a mom now, which she wasn’t sure she was entirely used to yet. On top of that, there was the reappearance of Springlight–er, Spring, she supposed. The lack of a suffix left a sour taste in her mouth, but she never expressed it out loud. She supposed that she understood the reason behind it, but fault her for being sentimental and perhaps a bit overly empathetic. Spring would always be Springlight within her heart, whether or not she addressed her as such out loud.

It was only morning time, and she had been awake long enough to watch as her most adventurous son toddled off somewhere, off to explore camp. Her remaining boys stayed nestled into her tummy, with her tail curled around them to make sure that they were snug and safe.

Green eyes slowly shifted over the seemingly sleeping bodies within the nursery, and soon her gaze came to rest upon a familiar pelt. Battered, decorated with far more scars than she herself sported. She had made sure that her own nest was near Spring’s as soon as she heard tell of her being situated there until… Well. Although, even with that being kept in mind, she hadn’t spent much time if at all with her. Hopefully she could change that today.

Stretching one of her forepaws forward, she leaned a bit so that she could nudge the molly with her paw, a gentle touch, before she retracted her paw back to where it had been practically cradling one of her kits. “Spring?”

[ @iliri simple starter bc me tired ]
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[iliri]

Spring
long-furred, scarred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
purrks: herbal knowledge - tier 2 | the collector | mind reader | dreamwalker
she/her | … | 25 moons

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Spring’s sleep was restless, her dreams like scattered fragments that pieced together into a horrible nightmare. It clung to her, cold and sharp as deathberry-covered claws. It had only started as shadows and whispers, only to grow darker, swallowing everything in crimson hues. The hauntingly familiar sensation of blood soaked her fur, a dark pool spreading around her paws, and she could feel life slipping away, draining from her body. Her surroundings blurred, the once-familiar world of the forest twisting and distorting, shrouded in a haze. Shapes flickered in the shadows—her clan-mates, ThunderClan, and something softer, something fragile: tiny figures watching her from the depths of her fading vision. Her heart clenched as she recognized them, even though she’d never truly seen them before. Her kits, being both small and vulnerable, were staring at her with wide, unblinking eyes. She could feel their silent pleas, their tiny, unformed voices calling to her, needing her. And yet, she couldn’t move as if her paws were bound by invisible chains. She tried to call out, to reassure them, to tell them that she would protect them, but her voice was strangled, swallowed by the darkness that wrapped around her throat like a noose. The blood continued to seep from her, a steady, merciless flow, draining her strength, leaving her weaker and colder.

Her kits grew fainter, their forms dissolving into shadow, until they were nothing but distant shapes in the dark, and she was left alone, sinking into the void. The last thing she saw before the darkness claimed her was a fleeting image—a blurry figure standing over her, eyes filled with sorrow. She didn’t know who it was, but the look in their eyes was enough to break her heart all over again. And then, everything went black. A gentle nudge broke through the darkness, pulling her back to the waking world. The calico jerked awake, her heart pounding, her breaths both ragged and shallow. The nursery swam into focus around her, soft light filtering through the den’s walls. But for a moment, she couldn’t shake the feeling of blood clinging to her fur, the phantom ache of life slipping away. She shivered, her snow-white paws still trembling as she struggled to push the nightmare’s weight off her chest. She blinked, her gaze hazily focusing on the cat beside her that managed to wake her up from the horrid dream. A frown pulled itself onto her face as she noted the gentle concern on Drizzlecloud’s face, making the pregnant feline shift in her place uncomfortably. Her mentor’s familiar face startled her, pulling her back into that hazy moment in the nightmare where the shadows had shifted and eyes had watched her fade.

Her pulse quickened, and she almost flinched before she realized where she was—safe, in the nursery, far from the terrible visions of her dream. Both of her tattered ears moved as she listened to Drizzlecloud’s voice. It was soft, almost tentative, as if she could sense the lingering fear that clung to her. Spring swallowed, struggling to calm herself. Her mouth felt unbelievably dry, her heart still racing against her ribcage. The dream had felt so real, so vivid, and the memory of those tiny, helpless faces was enough to send a fresh wave of fear through her. She curled her paws closer to her belly, feeling the gentle swell of her unborn kits, reassuring herself of their presence. They were safe—they were here. But the image of their small, wide-eyed faces haunted her, a vision that seemed to echo the quiet fears she kept buried. For a moment, she couldn’t meet Drizzlecloud’s gaze. The sight of her former mentor brought back memories of a time when things had been simpler, when she’d felt certain of her place in ThunderClan. Now, everything felt so uncertain, as if she were a stranger wandering through a life that no longer felt like her own. And that dream—the nightmare—had left her with an even darker worry radiating from the back of her mind. Could it have been a warning? She couldn’t help but wonder if StarClan had somehow tried to reach her, to tell her of a future she wasn’t prepared to face. Why would they, though? After everything that occurred, why would StarClan even wanna communicate with her?

The sight of blood, the slipping away of her own life—it felt more than just a cruel dream. Her heart twisted as her mind returned to her unborn kits. Would they lose her before they even got a chance to know her? She knew the risks of kitting, she had seen it happen to queens stronger than herself, but the dream had left her shaken, as if she were seeing her fate laid out before her. Could the dream be foretelling her own death? The thought was bitter, chilling her down to her bones. She tried to dismiss it, to tell herself it was only a dream born of anxiety and worry, but the images clung to her relentlessly. She wasn’t sure if she could brush it aside so easily, not when it seemed to speak directly to her greatest fear: leaving her kits alone, vulnerable in a world that had already cast her aside. She could bear her own suffering, her own exile—but the thought of her kits being abandoned, forced to grow without her love or protection, tore at her heart. And after the clan went with her exile, then who would be left to care for them, to shield them from the harsh realities of clan life? Her kits would be seen as outsiders, as reminders of a mother who’d fallen from grace, and she feared they would bear the weight of her mistakes. Spring’s gaze dropped to her swollen belly, her paws resting protectively over the small lives stirring inside her. They deserved a mother who would be there to see them grow, to teach them to navigate ThunderClan’s forest, to show them that they were not defined by her faults.

She swallowed, feeling a lump rise in her throat. She wanted so desperately to be there for them, to show them love in a way no one had truly shown her. Yes, there had been Dovefluff, but she was gone, and she wasn't ever coming back. Thinking back on the dream, it reminded her of the fragility of life, the possibility that she might not survive to see them born, that her exile might begin in a more permanent, irreversible way. Her nightmare had felt like an omen, a dark whisper from a future she could neither control nor escape. And if StarClan truly was trying to tell her something… if this was their way of warning her, then she had no choice but to face the truth. She took a shaky breath, her voice barely a whisper as she finally looked up, meeting Drizzlecloud’s soft, gentle green eyes. “D… Drizzlecloud?” She murmured, her words barely breaking through the hushed quiet of the nursery. Even as she spoke, the harsh wave of fear gnawed at her. The nightmare’s echoes lingered, pressing down on her with its weight that she couldn’t shake. Her mind drifted to a promise she had once asked of Duckfrond—her friend, her only true ally in a clan that now seemed ready to forget her. She had entrusted him with the most sacred task she could imagine: to raise her kits if she couldn’t be there herself. The memory of that promise settled around her heart, mingling with the fragile hope that her kits wouldn’t be left alone, wouldn’t grow up without a protector.

But even with Duckfrond’s vow, a flicker of doubt lingered. He couldn’t always be there, couldn’t always shield them from the accusations and judgments that might follow them through their lives. A thought came unbidden, and she looked at Drizzlecloud, whose face seemed filled with concern. Spring’s throat tightened, but she swallowed back the words that had risen to her lips. How could she ask Drizzlecloud for such a promise? They hadn’t spoken of it, and Spring wasn’t sure if she even had the courage to ask for that kind of commitment, especially from her former mentor. And yet… if she were to leave ThunderClan forever, she wanted to know her kits would be safe, that they would have someone to guide them, to teach them of their heritage even if she couldn’t be there herself. The words almost escaped her. Would you… could you watch over them if I couldn’t? But the question lodged itself in her chest, remaining unspoken. She couldn’t ask it, not yet. She didn’t want to lay that burden on Drizzlecloud’s shoulders—not when the nursery walls were still warm with the promise of new life, not when her kits were still tucked safely within her, waiting to make their first mark on the world. Instead, Spring forced a shaky smile and dipped her head, hoping Drizzlecloud couldn’t see the pain that lingered just beneath the surface. “How are… you doing?… You seem… well… with your… kits.” But even as she spoke, her heart screamed a silent plea, one that hung heavily in the air between them, unspoken yet undeniable as it yearned to be heard.

@Omari (hehehe dream foreshadowing)

[Spottedraven]

(Nightkit)-(5 moons)-(Thunderclan kit)-(Female)
Nightkit tried to mimic what they cought was a hunting crouch, they couldn't wait to be a warrior one day!