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Lemonspeckle scooped the dark gray kitten up with his large paw and tossed him lightly away with a throaty chuckle. Blackberrykit growled and raced back at full speed toward the warrior, his head lowered like a bull. Lemonspeckle stopped the small tom with a simple press of his paw the covered the majority of the kit's head. "One of these days you'll be big enough to get me," he promised his nephew. "Until then you need to practice on someone your own size."
"Plumkit!" Blackberrykit's eyes sparked brightly, and he ran, short, fluffy tail high, back towards the nursery.
"Go easy on your brother!" Lemonspeckle shouted, but he smiled and shook his head. The larger warrior, looking even twice his actual size from the long, cream-colored coat he bore, stood and padded away from the nursery. The freshkill pile was looking low for summertime, and he got the idea in his head to hunt. There were more young mouths to feed since he had brought his sister's kits to the clan; he could only feel responsible for making sure that they were fed.
The thick furred molly bounced her way into camp, carrying a bird within her jaws. Beetuft places her catch beside the prey-pile and began to strip it if it’s feathers. The kits would enjoy these.
The task didn’t take long, not really, and soon enough she had a pile of feathers. Picking up as much as she could, she made her way to the nursery. Lemonspeckle was there with his kits! She squeezed in and dropped the feathers, which fluttered to the ground. “I brought these for the kits.” Beetuft purred, sitting down beside the tom. “How are they? I remember when my kits were that small.” She kind of missed those says.
[ sorry! i got hired last minute as a teacher two weeks ago, so i had to get everything set up and this was the first week of school. and i was in the hospital. it was all a huge mess lol ]
"That was kind of you, Beetuft," Lemonspeckle purred, golden eyes looking down at the bare carcass that had been stripped of all its feathers. The tom had been worried about coming into the clan and claiming these kits as his own, not that it was difficult to believe. They were his kin, after all, even if they were not his biological children. He had been met with the upmost acceptance about it, though he hardly thought they would have been upset to learn that they belonged to his sister, since she had once been of SummerClan, too.
Blackberrykit turned tail and ran back toward the bird, eyes wide. "Is that for us?" He squeaked, his mouth watering at the smell. He had suckled on his mother for long enough in the hidden cave and had come to enjoy the taste of fresh meat much more. They were growing quickly.
“Oh, I just love the little guys. And thought you could use some more company, y’know.” She looked down at Blackberrykit and purred, crouching low to meet his height. “I also brought you guys these feathers, for your nest!” She beamed.
Peachkit jumped up to Lemonspeckle and Beetuft, her smile wide. “Oh! I want some! Can I please have some?” She asked, rubbing against Lemonspeckle’s fronts legs.
"Thank you!" Blackberrykit purred, pawing at the feathers, the softness of them leaving him in awe. He grabbed a mouthful of them and trotted back into the nursery to shove them into his nest to make it the most extra-soft one.
Lemonspeckle chuckled, licking Peachkit on the forehead and pushing the bird toward her. "Beetuft brought it for you and your brothers and sister," he informed her. Of all the kits, Peachkit was the one that made it impossible to deny them. She looked like Lemonspeckle down to her little bit of cream-colored fluff. "Company is always nice," he smiled at Beetuft.
Beetuft smiled widely at the kits, a purr rumbling in her throat. “Hey, Lemonspeckle, you wanna get some fresh air?” She asked casually. “I haven’t went for my morning run yet,” she said, mostly to herself. “We can bring the kits back something, too.”
