Reedbriar's Territory{Semi-Closed}

[~Breadsticks~]

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@paxil @Stormiiix @Spirit
{Only post with the kits until we find out how Heronpaw and Panther should meet}

Reedbriar laid in the makeshift next, her tail resting on three small kits as she gave a soft smile. "Fishtail would love you.. But I will love you, for the both of us." The queen whispered to the kits, her eyes bright with love. She glanced around the place, she was laying under a bush with the kits and the clearing was surrounded by trees. It wasn't like Riverclan but as she heard her kits squeaks and watched them suckle she knew it would do. The ex-clan queen look at the three kits, feeling as if she would burst with pride. "Names, they need names.." She whispered to herself, brushing her tail across a blue tabby tom with white spots and she gave a soft purr, "Smoke would be a good name for you little one." The queen then rested her tail on another tom, this one pure grey blue with white paws, looking like a smaller version of her, "Your name will be Wisp." She said softly, her tail resting on her last kit, and the only female of the litter. A smile made it's way onto her face as she looked over the kit's unique coat, she had russet brown and ginger fur with white splashed, what got the she-cat to chuckle was the kit's blue grey tipped ears. She agreed that it was a nice compliment to the kit's pelt. The queen gently nuzzled the little she-kit, "You're name will be Minnow."

{3 moons later}

Reedbriar smiled as she watched her sleeping kits, they'd been playing all morning and had earned their rest. The molly decided to try and hunt for the three, her tail swishing the fallen tree branches that rested on the top of the bush. As she picked her way through the ferns and into the clustered oak trees she spotted a mouse, eating something on a large tree root. She crept forward, licking her lips at the plump creature. The blue grey molly shot forward, pouncing on the mouse and quickly killing it. She had to admit, for a Riverclan cat she sure was a good hunter. Better on land than in the water even. As she moved back toward the nest with the mouse she glanced around the trees and was thankful for the light that broke through the branches. Although it wasn't very warm she was still grateful for what heat it did produce. With a final push through a clump of ferns the bush came into sight and she set the mouse down, it would do for the three kits. With a small nod the queen sat and begun to groom her fur, scrunching her nose at the stench of mice. She wasn't accustomed to the taste just yet but she did have to eat. With a huff she groomed down the fur on her chest that stuck out in every direction. As she realized she wouldn't be able to flatten it she gave up and lifted a dusty paw to her muzzle, pulling dried mud from her pads.

[Spirit]

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Wisp, the small, blue kitten, opened his eyes. He had been awake for a while now, but noted that his mother had headed out and his siblings were sound asleep, and thus been sleeping fox sleep, pretending to be asleep but alert with all senses.
He raised his head, and after faking a yawn, put his forepaws in front of him and gingerly raised his front first, before stretching, then finally raising himself completely.
“Hello there, mother”
He said, walking to sit opposite her, with the mouse between them. His voice was as usual without affection, and his head held high, his gaze uncaring and unfocused. His family would however by now have noted that this never had anything to do about his care for them; He still loved them all the same, he was just incapable, or perhaps unwanting, of showing it.
“You brought us food. How nice of you”
He said, offering a very faint, cat-like smile to wherever he was looking. Not like he cared where that was.
Bowing down with his front, he took a bite of the fresh-kill. His whole body tense and ready to react at a moment’s notice should anything happen. He was always like that. On guard no matter how safe his surroundings were. As if he could sense more movement than most.
After having gulped down a bit, leaving more than three fourths to his family, he raised his front once again.
“How has your day been so far?”
He asked Reedbriar.

[seasalt]

"Mooooomm!" Minnow complained, pawing at the spot where she was once was. Her belly was rumbling, and she wanted food, now! Where did she go? Confused, she kept pawing at the spot she once was. But, went silent, when her mother came back, with a mouse, delighted, she scrambled over, eager to get some food at last. Minnow immediately munched down, enjoying the taste in her mouth for a bit, food, at last! Minnow finished, letting her siblings have the rest, because the bit she had was quite enough, happy, and filled energy again.
[ short post; art block probably. ]

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Reedbriar smiled at Wisp, trying to ignore the weird feeling in her belly. The tom kit had shown little emotion for quite some time and she'd done her best to push away her worry. The queen perked her ears and purred, "My day was good, and how has the day been for you?" She'd heard of she-cats spending too much time around toms but was it possible she'd been spending too much time with the kit? His way of speaking was beginning to rub off on her and it made her feel uncomfortable. Instead of focusing any longer on the blue kit she turned her gaze to Minnow. The queen gave her daughter an amused look and purred, "Was it good? I caught it not too long ago and had hoped it'd be fresh by the time you three had awoken." Still, the tom kit, looking like a smaller version of her, worried her, and she was beginning to think she talked too much like him. She turned her gaze to the spotted blue tom kit and chuckled, "Smoke, wake up. It's nearly sunhigh." She purred, wrapping her tail around her paws and giving the tom kit an amused look.

[paxil]

/here i am! sorry sorry sorry

smoke had been asleep, but not totally asleep. he was in that state of waking up where he could hear what was going on in the real world, but he didn't really feel like getting up completely. the young tom had been chasing a rabbit, but suddenly, it stopped, and turned around. "smoke, wake up," it said. that gave him a real honest spook. enough of a spook to wake him with a jolt. the grey striped kit took a second to cool down, realizing quickly that it was in fact not a rabbit that spoke to him, but his mother.

"sorry, mama," the kit squeaked. "i was just very tired." seeing the mouse that his siblings were chowing down on, smoke came to stand beside them, taking a bite. he still wasn't accustomed to eating whole food, and it had taken him longer to wean, but he was getting there. the way his brother spoke was pretty weird, but he had lived with him for literally his entire life, so he had grown used to it. smoke just didn't know where he learned all those weird, smart-cat words. maybe he was sneaking out at night and talking to kittypets.

[Spirit]

Wisp didn't move his head toward them as his siblings came up beside him. Instead he let his gaze go towards the sky. Not because he thought it was pretty, but to think for a moment.
He himself did not understand why his siblings were still childish, and what -playing- was. He'd never liked it. So he'd stopped playing with them about a moon ago. It simply wasn't fun, and he didn't learn anything from it. He needed to constantly learn new things, or he got extremely bored.
"Mother, do you know if there are any other cats nearby?"
He asked, pondering if he could meet someone of his own mindset. Or atleast some new cats that he could learn something from. New perspectives on the world. He felt he needed that.

[Spirit]

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