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Mudthistle couldn't help but frown to herself as she glanced outside the nursery, only the see glittering snowflakes spinning in the air down to the open clearing below. She had hoped to take her kits, who had only recently opened their eyes, outside to explore camp for a little while...as well as get out and stretch her own legs for a bit on top of it. Maybe the weather wasn't quite so bad, in spite of the show... The Queen peaked her head out of the tree hollow, only to be met by a blast of cold wind to the face. Well. That would be a no, then. Turning to go back inside the den, she smiled down at the huddle of kits, her own four among them, waiting to hear what she had to say. "Still too cold for the little ones, kiddos," she sighed, already anticipating the kits' disappointment. "You're going to have to find something to preoccupy yourselves with in here. How about you all decide on a game to play?"
Grasskit pouted, his day ruined and disappointment immeasurable. He reallllllllly wanted to go outside today; he was totally almost big enough to not get lost, or trampled, or frozen, or whatever else his parents fretted over when they said he and his sisters couldn't leave the den yet. Glancing behind his mother at the moss-covered entryway, a tiny, rebellious part of him considered just sneaking past the Queens and exploring outside on his own...? Noticing his mother's attention on someone else, he took a few, tentative steps towards the exit before suddenly freezing. Nope. He couldn't do it. What if he actually got hurt or lost, and there was nobody around to help him? Or worse; what if he got caught and in trouble? What if Ratstar didn't make him an apprentice until he was an old elder?! Nope, nope. Bad idea. Instead, the dark-brown tom turned back to his companions with a charming grin. "Anyone up for a game of mossball? Or maybe we could play Clan?"
Ravenkit arched her back at the side of the den, her bony spine standing high on her back. She yawned, blinking open her wide green eyes. “We can’t go outside?” She mewed sleepily, almost as if she had been awake and wanting to. “I was having the best dream... it was so warm outside, and there was so much prey it was running right into our paws!” She purred, looking fully awake now. “It’s no fun being stuck inside. I can’t wait ‘til I’m an apprentice, cause then I can even go out when it’s cold!”
Mudthistle chuckled softly in amusement at Ravenkit's dream. "I'm sorry, but it's not safe to leave the den today," She meowed, settling herself back down into her own nest, resting her head on her front paws. "I'm sure you'll be a fantastic hunter soon enough, but for now, go play with Grasskit, alright?" The Queen smiled, hoping that would be enough to sate the little she-cat's disappointment; she still wasn't used to being a voice of authority.
"Come oooon, Ravenkit!" Grasskit begged once he noticed one of his den-mates was up, bounding over to the slightly-older kit's nest. "Come play with me! I'm sooooo bored!" Standing nose to nose with her, he looked to be almost vibrating with eagerness and pent up energy.
Ravenkit swiped sleepily at the little tom's nose but she purred as she stretched. "What are we going to play? Do we have any moss balls?" She asked through another long yawn that shook her skinny frame. If an outsider had looked at her they would think she was being starved, but no matter how much she ate, the little kitten wouldn't put on any weight.
Wispykit was a cat born and bred for much colder temperatures than the present chill in SummerClan's camp. Being half WinterClan had its perks: she had thick, long fur, colored icy gray to blend into the mountains of her ancestral Clan. She was half SummerClan too, though, so she was a bit more fit and trim, edging closer to lean built than her father's robustness. Wispykit was always trying to play with her newest denmates despite being a couple weeks older than them. The age difference would make a wise queen nervous but the little she-kit had never been less than gentle and observant.
"They really can't come outside, Mudthistle? I promise I'll watch them close!" Wispykit's eyes were a brilliant orange and shone with equal parts innocence and determination. She didn't understand why the Queen kept them so cooped up with what was subjectively nice weather, "Moss ball is so much more fun when you're playing it out in the open. And it's snowing!"
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 28, 2020 14:20:57 GMT -5
"Yeah, come on Mom!" Even when Mudthistle had said no, Skykit had stayed close to the entrance. Sticking out like a sore thumb, covered in rich dark brown fur like her mother, she was looking for a way to breakthrough. Even for being the more thoughtful and intelligent of her siblings, her unbridled determination was hard to control. It's what led to her pushing against the rules no matter how many times she was told no. "Is Wispykit not reliable enough for you? That's pretty rude to say to her face, mom."
"That's not very nice, Skytkit!" Wispykit backtracked, bonking her younger friend lightly on the head with her silvery white paw. What Skykit had said had been disrespectful, at least in her opinion, and the last thing she wanted to do was make Mudthistle upset with the two of them, "I mean, yeah, I'll make sure you don't get into any trouble, but what your mama says are the rules are the rules! Moss ball can be fun inside too... it's just a lot more fun outside..."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Apr 5, 2020 14:37:42 GMT -5
Redkit remained quiet until now. She was dying to go outside and play but cold draft came in through the den's entrance and sent a tingling chill up her spine. Maybe it would be better if they did stay in the nursery, at least for now. She looked around at her siblings and then her mother Mudthistle. "It might get warmer later," she meowed. "But let's do something now. All this talk is boring." She wanted some action so she pounced upon Skykit's tail.
Post by strawberrycupid on Apr 6, 2020 17:33:25 GMT -5
Was it rude? Oops. Still, her mother should be a bit more trusting, a little more laid back. It made learning anything more difficult. She just said what was on her mind, not even having a trace of a filter to figure out what was right or wrong. Still, Skykit puffed her chest out, never one to let some misplaced words stop her from getting what she wanted. "See? There'd no way we could get into any trouble with Wispykit watching us, so why don't we jus--" The little brown kit was almost on a roll, with words she picked up here and there and struggled to comprehend. But one became clear as Redkit pounced on her tail, "HEY." And just like that, she was somewhere else, turning around and pouncing on Redkit, batting at her back and legs.
Post by Whitemuzzle on Apr 6, 2020 18:53:45 GMT -5
Redkit rolled on the ground with the weight of her sister on her. "Surprised ya!" she laughed as she rolled free. "I can't wait 'til we can go outside 'n play." Then she batted playfully at one of Skykit's ears.
Crimsonlife squeezed in with two mice dangling by their tails from his mouth. "I just caught these while I was out hunting. Thought my family might be hungry so I brought them straight in," he said as he placed them near Mudthistle. "They're still warm." He smiled as he looked around at his kits. "Are you practicing to be fierce warriors?" he asked Skykit and Redkit. He was so proud of all his kits.
Grasskit had been hunting around the nursery when his ears picked up at the sound of his father's voice. "Crimsonlife!" He chirped gleefully, bounding across the hollow to the ginger warrior. "Hey! Hey! Can you play with us? Pleeeaaaasssseeeee? Mama won't let us go out, but it's sooo boring in here!" The chocolate-brown kit was nearly vibrating with excitement, his eyes wide and pleading.
Mudthistle held back a groan as the Whispykit and Skykit attempted to convince her to let them outside. Wasn't it supposed to be a thing that kits had to listen to the queens the first time? "My decision is final," she meowed evenly, trying to make herself sound as authoritative as possible. "And yes, Skykit, that was rude. You really need to learn to be more respectful." Turning towards the den's entrance to see her mate padding in with lunch, the she-cat let out a sigh of relief. "Thank Starclan you're here. Kits, you can play after you eat the mice your father brought, alright? Whispykit and Ravenkit, you both can have some too if you're hungry."
Post by Whitemuzzle on Apr 10, 2020 15:42:13 GMT -5
"We'll see," Crimsomlife meowed to Grasskit. "But right now you need to listen to your mother and eat something first."
"You sure have your paws full," he meowed to Mudthistle as he sat down next to her. "How do you cope?" He gave her a lick behind her right ear. "I love our kits but I think I'd go crazy if I had to be cooped up in here all the time." Redkit came over to her father and looked up at him inquisitively. "Why?" she asked. Then the red tom leaned down and licked her on the head. "It's because you're all so full of energy. Now eat something." He nudged her over to one of the mice.
Wispykit frowned at being denied a second time to go outside and play. She loved the snow and it was easy to guess why; Her father, Windyhurricaine, was a WinterClan cat, and she herself very much looked the part. While her pelt wasn't half as billowy as the traditional maine coon, her robust build and thick fur certainly hinted at her frigid ancestry. She would have no problem playing outside. Unfortunately, the rest of the kits did not have that luxury, and she was much too rule-abiding to ignore Mudthistle. She knew she'd get an ear full of it from Stormgazer later if she disobeyed anyway.
"Oh, thank you, Mudthistle and Crimsonlife!," Her eyes lit up when the mice were placed down and she sat herself down prim and proper less than a tail-length away from them. Wispykit was actually quite hungry although she had not realized it until she smelled the fresh-kill. She wasn't about to take the first bite, though, she'd let one of Mudthistle's kits lead the charge. Her amber eyes settled on Skykit expectantly.
