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The early morning sun above was in full view, clear of clouds and ready to warm the earth below. As life began to stir around camp, cats waking and beginning their daily routines on tom in particular poked his head out of the warriors den. His white and brown pelt still covered in bits of bedding was sticking out in all directions, he was on a mission though and had no time to stop and groom himself. His eyes locked on the nursery, his favorite place to visit he padded out into the open and made for the milk scented in den in search of a kit or two he could play with. His name, Crownedstag. A large and intimidating looking tom who was nothing as his appearance would suggest, he was sweet and caring, a protector to all and today he wanted nothing more than to spend time with the young kits who lived in the nursery.
The nursery was crowded, too crowded, and frankly much to loud for his liking. Folding back his large ears. The savannah kit stumbled out of his nest, still a little clumsy on his paws, and sped out of the nursery, making sure to dodge the new tom that had just entered. He still hadn’t watered his plants yet, and he didn’t want them to die. Taking some water in his mouth from the pool near the medicine-cats den, he held it there and wound his way around to the back of the nursery.
And from there he watered his plants, waiting excitedly for the time they would grow big and strong. “Good morning lovelies.” He murmured, his voice flat and monotone. “I brought your drink.”
Crownedstag felt a purr rumble in his chest as he stepped to the side watching a young tom kit race from the nursery looking rather panicked, that was the one. Turning on his paws her followed the kit out of the warm den and watched him as he ran to collect water and then once again made his way to the nursery, his mouth full. "What a strange thing." he smiled, laughter lighting his dull eyes. Following suit he walked to the water and filled his mouth, careful not to swallow it and slipped behind the nursery. His eyes grew wide as he spotted the small kit looking at a garden, water still in his mouth he tapped the tom on the shoulder with his tail and pointed a paw to his puffed out cheeks. He was a garden keeper after all, he knew some plants didn't need as much water as others and so he waited for instructions on which to give his water to.
Jerking away from the physical contact, Venuskit turned suddenly and let out a warning hiss as he saw the tom—the one from the nursery. No! No! He wasn’t going to touch his garden, nobody but him and Rosekit. And maybe Doestar. His garden was special, and he didn’t want this tom ruining it by over watering his plants. Shaking his head aggressively, Venuskit, now panicking, backed away. Who was this tom anyway? He didn’t recognize him. Feeling his pelt prick uncomfortable, he stepped back and jumped into the confines of his safety bush, hiding so that only his eyes were visible.
“No!” He said quietly, swishing his tail nervously.
Crownedstag didn't flinch as Venuskit jerked away and hid, and his quiet no rang clear in meaning. He swallowed his mouthful of water and sat down, his eyes watching those of the small tom who was now hidden inside the bush. "I'm sorry if I scared you young one, you see I love gardens and when I saw yours it made me very happy." He gave a gentle smile and let his pale amber eyes drift across the little plot of plants growing.
“You like gardens?” Venuskit asked softly, slowly stepping out from the bush. “Plants?” Directing his gaze towards the flowers in his garden, Venuskit carefully approached the other tom. “I like plants.” Nodding his head, Venuskit gently stroked one of the petals of a bluebell with the tip of his tail. Lots of cats liked plants here! It made him feel light inside.
Crownedstag nodded giving Venuskit a smile as he crept from his hiding place. "I love them, that is why I chose to be a garden keeper instead of a normal warrior." The large tom lowered himself to the ground so that his belly rested in the dirt and he could be eye level with the kit. "My name is Crownedstag, what is your name?" He asked, watching as the small tom gently brushed the bluebell with his tail.
Preferring instead to avoid eye contact, Venuskit instead stated down at his paws. “Garden keeper. Doestar likes me, so he made me a rank.” The tom-kit hummed, absently fiddling with his growing plants. “You like plants too. So does my sister, Rosekit. And Acornkit.” He said almost absently.
“Oh, I need more seeds.” Now basically talking to himself, Venuskit checked the little pocket in which he kept his seeds. He was running low. “I like the plants.”
Crownedstag nodded his two toned head, looking away from the kit and back at the garden. "It seems you have many supporters then, Would it be okay if I became one of them?" He asked quietly, he was beginning to understand Venuskit a little more, loud noises were bad, strangers were bad, but plants, those were good. "Seeds huh? Would you like to go with me to find some? Don't worry, I wont let anything happen to you and we wont go far from camp." He was more than happy to escort the kit out, and no one would dare touch the young cat with him there, not that they would get the chance to if they tried.
Nodding his head, the tom-kit strode past Crownedstag. He considered the others offer, thinking it over in his head. “Yes,” he said first, not realizing he had said anything at all. He always had the habit of speaking what was on his mind. “But maybe Doestar would be angry and take away my garden.” Panicked at the mere though, he tried to think rationally again. No, Doestar would not. Doestar loved his garden, loved how he had made it, he wouldn’t take it away.
“Yes.” He said once more, bouncing on his toes.
(Sorry for the long wait, I haven’t really been motivated.)
(Its okay, i've been busy myself and havent had a lot of time to reply)
Crownedstags smiled as Venuskit expressed his worry about his garden being taken away, the warrior knew Doestar wouldn't do such a thing but he couldn't help but admire the young kits passion. "Doestar is not that kind of leader, your garden if safe don't worry." He wanted to reassure him and when he once more agreed to go Crownedstags eyes lit up with joy. "Alright then, lets go find some new seeds for your lovely garden." He turned and took a few steps forward, pausing to look back at Venuskit. The large tom sometimes seemed like a kit himself and perhaps it was because he spent so much time in the nursery, he knew though once they were out of camp he would be on guard.
