WindClan Nursery

[Sn0wDr0p]

@Goldkit

He nestled closer to her warmth. "I look like a 1 moon old kit, not a 3 moon old. I'll probably still look like a kit by the time I'm full-grown." Not just small. Fragile. Too fragile for his age. Too fragile to play with other kits, and it wasn't like he was getting any stronger. Why did he have to be born so weak? It would've been so much easier if he was just a normal-sized, not-so-fragile kit. Perhaps if he was, he would've had friends by now, rather than just hide in the corners under the loving protection of Bloodfur.

[Goldkit]

Originally Posted by Sn0wDr0p

@Goldkit

He nestled closer to her warmth. "I look like a 1 moon old kit, not a 3 moon old. I'll probably still look like a kit by the time I'm full-grown." Not just small. Fragile. Too fragile for his age. Too fragile to play with other kits, and it wasn't like he was getting any stronger. Why did he have to be born so weak? It would've been so much easier if he was just a normal-sized, not-so-fragile kit. Perhaps if he was, he would've had friends by now, rather than just hide in the corners under the loving protection of Bloodfur.

you know that the smallest of warrior can become one of the strongest I new someone like that................your father was like that"she said willing to tell the story of his long lost father"haven't you been wondering where your father is?"she asked kindly






(his father is one of my oc's wolfpelt)

[Sn0wDr0p]

@Goldkit

Buzzardkit's ears perked up. He had been wondering, for what felt like a hundred moons. "Yes! Can you tell me a story about him? Your stories are the best." He curled up and looked up at her eagerly. He loved listening to his mom tell stories, and she had never mentioned his father before- a new story, and this time it had something to do with him, too!

[Goldkit]

Originally Posted by Sn0wDr0p

@Goldkit

Buzzardkit's ears perked up. He had been wondering, for what felt like a hundred moons. "Yes! Can you tell me a story about him? Your stories are the best." He curled up and looked up at her eagerly. He loved listening to his mom tell stories, and she had never mentioned his father before- a new story, and this time it had something to do with him, too!

"we met in windclan territory actually he was supposed to be a spy but he picked me to spy on because he said.....at least he thought that I looked beautiful but he was to dumb to notice the wind was pushing his scent toward me so I found him and asked what he was doing on windclan territory he told the truth saying he was a spy then asked if we could go hunting together I did and we talked for a few moons then one day he asked me to be his mate and I didn't know what to say I mean ah ha ha he was quit short but he was a good warrior oh I forgot to say he was a thunderclan warrior but his clan sent him to exile for matting with another clan so he joined windclan and had you but then rogues attacked the camp I took you and ran as fast as I could away from camp and....................................your father..............he died in battle"she started to cry thinking about wolfpelt