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Fishpaws fur was on end in a good way with a large smile on her face as she entered the nursery and padded over to nightshiver Ma! she chirped, touching her nose to her mothers forehead in greeting Ma, guess what? she asked waiting for a response before moving on and telling her.
@Estelle
Nightshiver
[ 64 moons | She / Her | Shc Forever Queen | Kitty Softpaws T1 ]
Her ears flickered happily hearing her daughter's voice, and Nightshiver gently leaned down to nuzzle Fishpaw's cheek after her affectionate greeting. A smiled played on her lips as she spoke, taking a step back to fully regard Fishpaw. "You look... hap..happy...! What... happened?"
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Nightshiver
[ 64 moons | She / Her | Shc Forever Queen | Kitty Softpaws T1 ]
Her eyes lifted from gathering together a few wayward scraps of old moss she could turn into mossballs for the kits, when a flat voice sounded from the den's entrance. Her gaze shifted, and though she was mildly surprised to see Dawnstar's son of all cats here, the forever queen smiled at the sight of him. "You're...ri..right on... time."
She purred lightly, waving her tail over a few empty nests that could use changing. With the kits always running and playing about, they tended to fall apart quicker than within the other dens. "Th..these could.. use.. some new... moss."
"Um, can you please change my nest, mister?" asked Flamekit. "My littermates keep steppin' all over it and making a mess."
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Peachfuzz looked over, the extremely pregnant molly slowly hauled herself up, looking up at Nightshiver and grottopaw. "I could use some moss-"
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GRUBKIT • BUG/BUGS • KIT • 6M • SHADOWCLAN "A small gray cat with missing patches of fur and wide orange eyes." PURRKS: N/A
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Grubkit padded up beside Nightshiver and sat down, wide orange eyes blinking slowly at Grottopaw. "Bug could use some moss, strange big cat." The little kitten mewed to the apprentice.
Ah. So there were occupants after all. Grottopaw inclined his head to Nightshiver and glanced at the others before retrieving a mouthful of moss and setting to work. The old scraps weren't too terribly soiled, but they definitely needed to be changed out. Who was meant to be in charge of this? He'd give them a good talking to or just take over the task himself. Likely the latter. It meant less talking.
The ones Nightshiver had gestured to were swapped out first, and for all his embarrassment at being put onto punishment in the first place, he took pride in his work and made sure it was as neat as possible. Flamekit's next, and he gave the kit a blank look. "Whack your littermates, then." Grottopaw came out of the womb whacking his siblings and it hadn't produced adverse results.
Yet.
Once Peachfuzz had moved out of the way, he took care of hers, and then Grubkit's. He matched the tom's slow blinking with one of his own, before looking up at the others. "Need anything else, find me," he grunted, and then slipped out of the burrow.
That had been one... two... Eight? Eight nests. That meant he had just a little bit of moss left over for Sleepysunrise. Here's hoping she'd have some mercy on him.
With he and Spiderthorn having returned to camp with loads of moss without much consequence, Grottopaw dropped it off by the nursery's entrance before slipping inside. He had never once been in here, having spent every night in Mother's den, and he wasn't entirely sure what to expect. It seemed like just a regular shaded burrow. A little more boring than what he thought he had been going to see.
"Nest changes?" he asked flatly, gaze sweeping over the occupants (if there even were any) as his eyes adjusted to the lack of light. If there were none, then he would just change everything that remained unused. Given the small number of queens he was aware of, he might end up with leftover moss to bring back to Sleepysunrise.
[ If you've been pinged for this, you do not have to reply! But he's addressing the whole nursery so here u go. Will be posting again tomorrow. ]
Moonkit who had padded back to her nest, lifted her head. "I could use a fresh nest.. Just try not to toss out the Grey tabby fur in the old bedding. That is all I have left of my mother, and I don't know about you but I don't want that to go away. It still smells of my mother." She said getting up and pointing with her tail at the small tuft of Grey tabby fur in the corner of the nest before shaking out her pelt and stepping aside and sitting down, starting to groom herself
<Moonkit a Grey pointed white she-cat with milky green eyes. 10 moons old and has a unusually calm attitude, even when it comes to annoying questions>
[IF THIS BUMPS ANYONE, MY APOLLOGIES, I ONLY MENT TO MENTION ONE PERSON]
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 47 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
Owlthroat let a soft smile grace his maw as Nightshiver accepted his offering. ”It’s no trouble, the least I could do.” He lowered next to the molly in a friendly manner, giving some company to the older cat when she’d typically be surrounded by swarming kittens.
”Please, let me know if you ever have a taste for any certain prey. I’ll do my best to find you something. Or at the very least send one of the children to get it, I mean to encourage them to visit you more soon.”
Vulturekit
~~~~2\5~~~~~ 2 moon old ages(twice till apprentice)every 6th~~~~~
“Hey, brother wolf, I bet I can run faster than you can!” she mewed teasing to her brother, she was brored and thought maybe a race would be fun!^^, and maybe wolfkit likes racing? Who knows but maybe!
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Littlekit starts to hum. She doesn't really know what to do. Everything is boringgggg. Nothing to do. But her eyes landed on a pebble. Fun! She went as fast as her weak legs let her go. And that wasn't very fast for a weak 2 moon old kit.
She giggled as she slid the shiny pebbles in her paws. @Star
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Nightshiver
[ 64 moons | She / Her | Shc Forever Queen | Kitty Softpaws T1 ]
The night was quiet and peaceful, as if it knew what had happened beyond the confines of the camp walls and was holding a silent vigil none were aware of aside from the few whom had the misfortune of dealing with the warrior's death. Nightshiver was among those who were unaware, her white pelt a clear spot within the darkness as it caught more light than any other darker-furred feline, her scarred side rising and falling softly as she rested. No sound could have warned her of the on-coming warrior, no scent other than that of milk and warmth permeated the den. She was startled awake with a quiet gasp and head rising at once when she heard his voice and felt a thud as his head fell at her side.
Under normal circumstances she would have been scared, and a momentary fear did pass through her heart when she felt that initial fall, but the sight of him calmed any and all nerves that dared surface. Her eyes, adjusted to the darkness, caught his weary face and ruffled fur. Her heart was seized with worry instead of fear, and without thinking, the queen acted on instinct. "Oh, love..."
She breathed, hearing those painful words. Nightshiver moved an arm around him, trying to gather him close to her if he would let her. He needn't say more for her to understand the despair he must be feeling. Her big, strong and brave hero, he who had always come to save her right when she needed it; she knew better than anyone that even the strongest could get distraught with emotion. They needed to in order to live.
"It's okay.... I'm..so sorry.."
Guiding him into her nest she held him close between her arms, leaning down to give the top of his head a gentle nuzzle, a small sign of comfort. She mumbled the words into his fur, her voice kept quiet and barely above a whisper. She knew how tough he was, but a part of her wanted to tell him to cry if he must. That it was okay to feel this way, that no one would judge or see him. That she would shield him until he felt ready to face the day again. "You can... you can stay... he-here.. tonight."
She ended up offering instead, settling down besides the one she might have called her love in another life.
Hawkbite didn't fight the feeling of warmth as he was guided into the nest beside Nightshiver. He felt defeated and numb. He felt exhausted. He felt haunted by the scene he had the unfortunate task of witnessing. How could a cat do that to another cat? Who in their right mind could manage such a thing?
Everything was slowly washed away at the quiet voice of the white queen. Everything seemed like it'd be okay as her warmth swept over him. He'd simply melt into the nest beside her, his face hardly leaving her side. He didn't want to know who was looking. He didn't want anyone to see his watery eyes and defeated appearance. He just wanted Nightshiver. He wanted the she-cat he refused to confess his feelings about. His best friend. His not-wife.
"I appreciate you," he murmured. I love you. He kept his inner thoughts hushed. It was a realization he'd come around to eventually. The urge to say that every time he wanted to show his appreciation for her. The words he wanted to say every time he wanted to comfort her back. They just never left his mouth. He'd been slowly realizing how important it is to express those feelings with all these losses. No one should've had to die the way Fogwatcher did with the life he was clearly suffering through. Nightshiver deserved to know, too...
She deserves everything.
Slowly, Hawkbite would collect himself. Taking her offer to stay. He would. He wouldn't complain. He hoped she didn't actually mind. The Commander would quietly snuggle into her, breathing in her familiar scent. Appreciating the only consistent thing in his life for seasons now.
Being this tiny and wandering around camp was hard work. Her little legs weren't strong enough to travel for long distances like the older cats. Maybe an older cat could tell her about what adventures they had out there. "Can...can I get a story about what you older cats do all day outside of camp?" She was hopeful about the exciting story that she'd be sure to hear.
(Activity post, but also open to an apprentice aged or older cat)
rookfire watched the kits, just about comfortable to let the silence between him and nightshiver fill the warm air. kits did tend to seek out whatever older cats that showed up in the nursery, from his experience anyway, so it didnt take long until a small off white she kit did. telling kits about common warrior duties wasnt quite the thing rookfire deemed exciting, but it could be a coversation starter at the very least. "usually hunting or making sure the other clans stay where they're supposed to be." the former medic muttered in response, still keen on making his presence the least disrupting it could be. "we make sure no-cat goes hungry, even if they have to stay here to look after you like nightshiver"
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╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮ Petalkit A tiny, short-furred, russet she-cat with bright green eyes.
She/Her - 7 Moons - Shadowclan Kit - Aromantic
Petalkit padded into the nursery, stopping short when she saw the large tom standing there..what was his name? Oh! Rookfire! The tiny kit padded over towards him, gazing up at him with her wide green eyes. "Hi!" She meows with a curious expression.
he had just finished his brief explanation when another she kit appeared. "hey there" rook replied, nudging the kit in a friendly manner, "whats your name?" the warrior smiled, only averting his gaze when nightshiver broke the silence again.
[ petalkit ]
tired. sure. but who wasnt tired? deep down, whether a cat just needed a nap or the exhaustion had set deep into their bones, twitchy and cold, everyone was tired. rook stared blankly, only replying when she offered up her nest. the invitation came out of left field, not something he had expected. nightshiver was nice and forthcoming, he was well aware, but they had no deeper connection. not like stars know, fishpaw or someone.. hawkbite or even owlthroat.
"i wouldnt want to intrude" he dismissed, striped tail curling around his legs as if proof he was staying put. "i..appreciate the concern though" he did, it simply felt wrong to accept it. while he was free to disappear into the territory or find a quiet spot somewhere within the tangles of undergrowth surrounding camp, nightshiver was pretty much tied to the nursery all day every day, he shouldnt take away the little comfort she got. it was a noble duty after all. raising the next generation of warriors..
[ this is split up awkwardly and short but hhh here he is @Estelle ]
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