SkyClan Nursery

[North]

@Fireleaf @Ombre Party @Static

The rain only worsened as the delicate-white of Cloverwhisker's pelt moulded into a much less appealing grey- thick raindrops sticking to every strand of fur there was on her slender embodiment. She had supposed she was mad, continuing to patrol the border as such a storm pelted down from above her. But she also supposed that as she was almost done, that she may as well finish what she had started. Mud-soaked paws carried the she-cat along the edge of the border, her icy blue gaze dulled down as the tar-black of the sky reflected in their depths. The smell of earth overrunning her sinuses, so much so that she was certain she could taste the mud on the very tip of her tongue. Her ears had flattened almost completely against the back of her head, doing all they could to keep the water from getting in. The world around her seemed to pass by unnoticed by the she-cat, as she was absorbed so heavily in her thoughts. Her usual snappy attitude seemingly washed away by the rain, as she relaxed in the comfort of her own presence.
She suddenly came to a stop, an unfamiliar noise capturing her attention. Her ears pricked up, standing attentively as she hoped to hear the sound again. Sure enough, a small cry filtered through the sounds of the pouring rain and drove the she-cat into the bushes. As if on autopilot, Cloverwhisker manoeuvred as carefully as she could, given the conditions, and soon found herself wandering out of Skyclan's territory. The warrior prayed to Starclan she was hearing things, and that the small cry wasn't that of a kits. Even though Cloverwhisker wasn't too fond of kits, she still didn't want to imagine a kit being left out in these cold, wet and dangerous conditions. Blue eyes darted around, urgent to find the source of these small cries.
Searching through the underbrush, getting more and more agitated as time past by. Now certain the cry had come from a young kit, she knew she had to act quickly to find them and bring them back to Skyclan's territory before the storm got any worse. Fortunately the kit called out once more, and Cloverwhisker was sure she knew where they were. Almost running, the she-cat dove beneath a low lying branch and came out upon a sight worse than she initially imagined. Hiding beneath the leaves of a small bush laid two kits, huddled together for what Cloverwhisker guessed was warmth. One kit, a small female with tawny fur and small patches of red-tinted orange scattered about her small frame, and another with almost completely black fur aside from the set of even darker stripes which covered his small little body. The she-cat acted quickly, sheltering the two kits with her much larger form as she second guessed if she would be able to carry both of them on her own. She supposed given their very small bodies it wouldn't be too difficult, and without any other options she had no choice. "It's going to be okay," She whispered to them, somewhat awkwardly; she had never been good with kits. The two of them would be much safer once Cloverwhisker had handed them over to a queen much more suited to caring for them. It took her a few moments to grasp both of their scruffs securely in her maw, but once she had she wasted no time in carrying them back to Skyclan's camp. Her pace was fast, but she didn't want to risk running and slipping with their two delicate forms dangling from her maw.
Despite the rain and the added weight, it didn't take Cloverwhisker long to return to camp, the two masses of fur still safely dangling from her maw. The poor things had gotten soaked on the journey here, and she felt bad she could not provide them with shelter. At least now they would be able to get warm and comfortable. Ducking her head into the nursery she searched around and found an empty nest to place the kits in whilst she found a suitable mother for them. Icy gaze searched the nursery but came to a worrying conclusion. Most queens had large enough litters already, and Cloverwhisker worried she would not find a queen willing to take on two more kits. Separating them was an option, but the she-cat thought it would be cruel given all they'd already gone through. She began asking about, talking to the resident queens about what had happened only to be blatantly declined. None were willing to raise the two kits. Casting a worried glance back at the two of them, who remained within the nest she'd left them in, Cloverwhisker's options were running out and there was no doubt in her mind that those kits were in desperate need of milk. Sighing, she continued her search around the nursery for a suitable queen, praying to Starclan she could find one.

[Pluto]

Originally Posted by ~Northern_Lights~

@Fireleaf @Ombre Party @Static

The rain only worsened as the delicate-white of Cloverwhisker's pelt moulded into a much less appealing grey- thick raindrops sticking to every strand of fur there was on her slender embodiment. She had supposed she was mad, continuing to patrol the border as such a storm pelted down from above her. But she also supposed that as she was almost done, that she may as well finish what she had started. Mud-soaked paws carried the she-cat along the edge of the border, her icy blue gaze dulled down as the tar-black of the sky reflected in their depths. The smell of earth overrunning her sinuses, so much so that she was certain she could taste the mud on the very tip of her tongue. Her ears had flattened almost completely against the back of her head, doing all they could to keep the water from getting in. The world around her seemed to pass by unnoticed by the she-cat, as she was absorbed so heavily in her thoughts. Her usual snappy attitude seemingly washed away by the rain, as she relaxed in the comfort of her own presence.
She suddenly came to a stop, an unfamiliar noise capturing her attention. Her ears pricked up, standing attentively as she hoped to hear the sound again. Sure enough, a small cry filtered through the sounds of the pouring rain and drove the she-cat into the bushes. As if on autopilot, Cloverwhisker manoeuvred as carefully as she could, given the conditions, and soon found herself wandering out of Skyclan's territory. The warrior prayed to Starclan she was hearing things, and that the small cry wasn't that of a kits. Even though Cloverwhisker wasn't too fond of kits, she still didn't want to imagine a kit being left out in these cold, wet and dangerous conditions. Blue eyes darted around, urgent to find the source of these small cries.
Searching through the underbrush, getting more and more agitated as time past by. Now certain the cry had come from a young kit, she knew she had to act quickly to find them and bring them back to Skyclan's territory before the storm got any worse. Fortunately the kit called out once more, and Cloverwhisker was sure she knew where they were. Almost running, the she-cat dove beneath a low lying branch and came out upon a sight worse than she initially imagined. Hiding beneath the leaves of a small bush laid two kits, huddled together for what Cloverwhisker guessed was warmth. One kit, a small female with tawny fur and small patches of red-tinted orange scattered about her small frame, and another with almost completely black fur aside from the set of even darker stripes which covered his small little body. The she-cat acted quickly, sheltering the two kits with her much larger form as she second guessed if she would be able to carry both of them on her own. She supposed given their very small bodies it wouldn't be too difficult, and without any other options she had no choice. "It's going to be okay," She whispered to them, somewhat awkwardly; she had never been good with kits. The two of them would be much safer once Cloverwhisker had handed them over to a queen much more suited to caring for them. It took her a few moments to grasp both of their scruffs securely in her maw, but once she had she wasted no time in carrying them back to Skyclan's camp. Her pace was fast, but she didn't want to risk running and slipping with their two delicate forms dangling from her maw.
Despite the rain and the added weight, it didn't take Cloverwhisker long to return to camp, the two masses of fur still safely dangling from her maw. The poor things had gotten soaked on the journey here, and she felt bad she could not provide them with shelter. At least now they would be able to get warm and comfortable. Ducking her head into the nursery she searched around and found an empty nest to place the kits in whilst she found a suitable mother for them. Icy gaze searched the nursery but came to a worrying conclusion. Most queens had large enough litters already, and Cloverwhisker worried she would not find a queen willing to take on two more kits. Separating them was an option, but the she-cat thought it would be cruel given all they'd already gone through. She began asking about, talking to the resident queens about what had happened only to be blatantly declined. None were willing to raise the two kits. Casting a worried glance back at the two of them, who remained within the nest she'd left them in, Cloverwhisker's options were running out and there was no doubt in her mind that those kits were in desperate need of milk. Sighing, she continued her search around the nursery for a suitable queen, praying to Starclan she could find one.

The tawny she-cat blinked her large green eyes at the lithe she-cat, who's blue eyes where full of shock and pity. She found an emotion, gratitude, for the first time her entire life. Not knowing what it meant or who she was, she hung as close to her brother for comfort as she could as they streaked through the forest, a blur to the rest of the of the world. When the reached their final destination, now fully soaked and tired and hungry, she stared open-eyed in awe at the amount of cats still awake and up. She'd never seen so many cats in her life! She hung limply as the she-cat talked to other she-cats in the milky musty scent of where they were. Milk? Oh, the tawny she-cat was hungry, but all the she-cats that had the scent of milk still about them turned their backs to them. She sighed a little mewl, groggy and tired above the rest.

[Static]

Originally Posted by ~Northern_Lights~

@Fireleaf @Ombre Party @Static

The rain only worsened as the delicate-white of Cloverwhisker's pelt moulded into a much less appealing grey- thick raindrops sticking to every strand of fur there was on her slender embodiment. She had supposed she was mad, continuing to patrol the border as such a storm pelted down from above her. But she also supposed that as she was almost done, that she may as well finish what she had started. Mud-soaked paws carried the she-cat along the edge of the border, her icy blue gaze dulled down as the tar-black of the sky reflected in their depths. The smell of earth overrunning her sinuses, so much so that she was certain she could taste the mud on the very tip of her tongue. Her ears had flattened almost completely against the back of her head, doing all they could to keep the water from getting in. The world around her seemed to pass by unnoticed by the she-cat, as she was absorbed so heavily in her thoughts. Her usual snappy attitude seemingly washed away by the rain, as she relaxed in the comfort of her own presence.
She suddenly came to a stop, an unfamiliar noise capturing her attention. Her ears pricked up, standing attentively as she hoped to hear the sound again. Sure enough, a small cry filtered through the sounds of the pouring rain and drove the she-cat into the bushes. As if on autopilot, Cloverwhisker manoeuvred as carefully as she could, given the conditions, and soon found herself wandering out of Skyclan's territory. The warrior prayed to Starclan she was hearing things, and that the small cry wasn't that of a kits. Even though Cloverwhisker wasn't too fond of kits, she still didn't want to imagine a kit being left out in these cold, wet and dangerous conditions. Blue eyes darted around, urgent to find the source of these small cries.
Searching through the underbrush, getting more and more agitated as time past by. Now certain the cry had come from a young kit, she knew she had to act quickly to find them and bring them back to Skyclan's territory before the storm got any worse. Fortunately the kit called out once more, and Cloverwhisker was sure she knew where they were. Almost running, the she-cat dove beneath a low lying branch and came out upon a sight worse than she initially imagined. Hiding beneath the leaves of a small bush laid two kits, huddled together for what Cloverwhisker guessed was warmth. One kit, a small female with tawny fur and small patches of red-tinted orange scattered about her small frame, and another with almost completely black fur aside from the set of even darker stripes which covered his small little body. The she-cat acted quickly, sheltering the two kits with her much larger form as she second guessed if she would be able to carry both of them on her own. She supposed given their very small bodies it wouldn't be too difficult, and without any other options she had no choice. "It's going to be okay," She whispered to them, somewhat awkwardly; she had never been good with kits. The two of them would be much safer once Cloverwhisker had handed them over to a queen much more suited to caring for them. It took her a few moments to grasp both of their scruffs securely in her maw, but once she had she wasted no time in carrying them back to Skyclan's camp. Her pace was fast, but she didn't want to risk running and slipping with their two delicate forms dangling from her maw.
Despite the rain and the added weight, it didn't take Cloverwhisker long to return to camp, the two masses of fur still safely dangling from her maw. The poor things had gotten soaked on the journey here, and she felt bad she could not provide them with shelter. At least now they would be able to get warm and comfortable. Ducking her head into the nursery she searched around and found an empty nest to place the kits in whilst she found a suitable mother for them. Icy gaze searched the nursery but came to a worrying conclusion. Most queens had large enough litters already, and Cloverwhisker worried she would not find a queen willing to take on two more kits. Separating them was an option, but the she-cat thought it would be cruel given all they'd already gone through. She began asking about, talking to the resident queens about what had happened only to be blatantly declined. None were willing to raise the two kits. Casting a worried glance back at the two of them, who remained within the nest she'd left them in, Cloverwhisker's options were running out and there was no doubt in her mind that those kits were in desperate need of milk. Sighing, she continued her search around the nursery for a suitable queen, praying to Starclan she could find one.

Originally Posted by Ombre Party

The tawny she-cat blinked her large green eyes at the lithe she-cat, who's blue eyes where full of shock and pity. She found an emotion, gratitude, for the first time her entire life. Not knowing what it meant or who she was, she hung as close to her brother for comfort as she could as they streaked through the forest, a blur to the rest of the of the world. When the reached their final destination, now fully soaked and tired and hungry, she stared open-eyed in awe at the amount of cats still awake and up. She'd never seen so many cats in her life! She hung limply as the she-cat talked to other she-cats in the milky musty scent of where they were. Milk? Oh, the tawny she-cat was hungry, but all the she-cats that had the scent of milk still about them turned their backs to them. She sighed a little mewl, groggy and tired above the rest.

The black kit felt the ground leave from under him and squirmed for a second,not sure what had picked him up at first.He relaxed after realizing it was a She-cat though,and they had grabbed his sister.The black kit didn't know who the She-cat was,but she could have left them if she had bad intentions,so he trusted her.He closed his eyes as him and his sister were carried through the forest,knowing he probably wouldn't be able to see through the pelting rain anyway.
The kit opened his eyes as they slowed down.There were a lot of cats,some looking at them,and some not even glancing at them.As they walked into a den that smelled strongly of milk,he mewed,hoping that the She-cat carrying them would put them down so he and his sister could get some.The kit watched as the Queen's turned them down though,refusing to help them.He was dripping wet and was covered in mud.He was getting hungrier and tired as more time passed,and he just wanted to lay down.

[Pluto]

Originally Posted by Static

The black kit felt the ground leave from under him and squirmed for a second,not sure what had picked him up at first.He relaxed after realizing it was a She-cat though,and they had grabbed his sister.The black kit didn't know who the She-cat was,but she could have left them if she had bad intentions,so he trusted her.He closed his eyes as him and his sister were carried through the forest,knowing he probably wouldn't be able to see through the pelting rain anyway.
The kit opened his eyes as they slowed down.There were a lot of cats,some looking at them,and some not even glancing at them.As they walked into a den that smelled strongly of milk,he mewed,hoping that the She-cat carrying them would put them down so he and his sister could get some.The kit watched as the Queen's turned them down though,refusing to help them.He was dripping wet and was covered in mud.He was getting hungrier and tired as more time passed,and he just wanted to lay down.

Letting out a quiet mewl, she tried her best to alert the she-cat that they wanted to lie down. She could feel her brother hanging besides her, so she gently poked his shoulder with her paw to let him know she was tired too. She wished to sleep, but with her dirty drenched fur and empty stomach, that seemed to be a long way away.

[k!ngk3s]

Originally Posted by ~Northern_Lights~

@Fireleaf @Ombre Party @Static

The rain only worsened as the delicate-white of Cloverwhisker's pelt moulded into a much less appealing grey- thick raindrops sticking to every strand of fur there was on her slender embodiment. She had supposed she was mad, continuing to patrol the border as such a storm pelted down from above her. But she also supposed that as she was almost done, that she may as well finish what she had started. Mud-soaked paws carried the she-cat along the edge of the border, her icy blue gaze dulled down as the tar-black of the sky reflected in their depths. The smell of earth overrunning her sinuses, so much so that she was certain she could taste the mud on the very tip of her tongue. Her ears had flattened almost completely against the back of her head, doing all they could to keep the water from getting in. The world around her seemed to pass by unnoticed by the she-cat, as she was absorbed so heavily in her thoughts. Her usual snappy attitude seemingly washed away by the rain, as she relaxed in the comfort of her own presence.
She suddenly came to a stop, an unfamiliar noise capturing her attention. Her ears pricked up, standing attentively as she hoped to hear the sound again. Sure enough, a small cry filtered through the sounds of the pouring rain and drove the she-cat into the bushes. As if on autopilot, Cloverwhisker manoeuvred as carefully as she could, given the conditions, and soon found herself wandering out of Skyclan's territory. The warrior prayed to Starclan she was hearing things, and that the small cry wasn't that of a kits. Even though Cloverwhisker wasn't too fond of kits, she still didn't want to imagine a kit being left out in these cold, wet and dangerous conditions. Blue eyes darted around, urgent to find the source of these small cries.
Searching through the underbrush, getting more and more agitated as time past by. Now certain the cry had come from a young kit, she knew she had to act quickly to find them and bring them back to Skyclan's territory before the storm got any worse. Fortunately the kit called out once more, and Cloverwhisker was sure she knew where they were. Almost running, the she-cat dove beneath a low lying branch and came out upon a sight worse than she initially imagined. Hiding beneath the leaves of a small bush laid two kits, huddled together for what Cloverwhisker guessed was warmth. One kit, a small female with tawny fur and small patches of red-tinted orange scattered about her small frame, and another with almost completely black fur aside from the set of even darker stripes which covered his small little body. The she-cat acted quickly, sheltering the two kits with her much larger form as she second guessed if she would be able to carry both of them on her own. She supposed given their very small bodies it wouldn't be too difficult, and without any other options she had no choice. "It's going to be okay," She whispered to them, somewhat awkwardly; she had never been good with kits. The two of them would be much safer once Cloverwhisker had handed them over to a queen much more suited to caring for them. It took her a few moments to grasp both of their scruffs securely in her maw, but once she had she wasted no time in carrying them back to Skyclan's camp. Her pace was fast, but she didn't want to risk running and slipping with their two delicate forms dangling from her maw.
Despite the rain and the added weight, it didn't take Cloverwhisker long to return to camp, the two masses of fur still safely dangling from her maw. The poor things had gotten soaked on the journey here, and she felt bad she could not provide them with shelter. At least now they would be able to get warm and comfortable. Ducking her head into the nursery she searched around and found an empty nest to place the kits in whilst she found a suitable mother for them. Icy gaze searched the nursery but came to a worrying conclusion. Most queens had large enough litters already, and Cloverwhisker worried she would not find a queen willing to take on two more kits. Separating them was an option, but the she-cat thought it would be cruel given all they'd already gone through. She began asking about, talking to the resident queens about what had happened only to be blatantly declined. None were willing to raise the two kits. Casting a worried glance back at the two of them, who remained within the nest she'd left them in, Cloverwhisker's options were running out and there was no doubt in her mind that those kits were in desperate need of milk. Sighing, she continued her search around the nursery for a suitable queen, praying to Starclan she could find one.

"Hey I could take those kits in." Shadowheart said

[North]

@Fireleaf @Ombre Party @Static
Cloverwhisker's ears perked up at Shadowheart's voice, a relieved smile appearing on her maw. "Shadowheart, thank you! I was worried I wouldn't find someone to raise them," Cloverwhisker spoke, unaware of what Shadowheart meant by taking the two kits in. The gullible warrior had come to the conclusion Shadowheart would raise the two kits alongside her own kits, taking them off of her paws and Cloverwhisker would think nothing of them until she bumped into them in the future. But these two kits were to be her responsibility, despite her lack of knowledge when it came to kits and how to interact and raise them. The creamy she-cat shook her sleek pelt lightly, careful not to splash any of the nursing queens and their kits with water. She'd already bothered them enough. "Well, Shadowheart, the kits are just over there in that little nest," She gestured with her head to the empty nest the two little ones were confined to, unable to deny how sweet it was to see the two of them huddled so closely together. She moved to leave, feeling very awkward surrounded by all the sociable queens who talked amongst themselves. The cream coloured she-cat felt as though she had invaded the space of so many she-cats, which made her feel even more awkward than she already was. Ocean gaze watched Shadowheart for a response, not aware she wouldn't like the one she was going to get. The two kits were to become hers, and she was to become their guardian of sorts. Perhaps she would be a mother to them someday, but she certainly wasn't ready for anything Shadowheart was going to explain to her.

[Pluto]

Originally Posted by ~Northern_Lights~

@Fireleaf @Ombre Party @Static
Cloverwhisker's ears perked up at Shadowheart's voice, a relieved smile appearing on her maw. "Shadowheart, thank you! I was worried I wouldn't find someone to raise them," Cloverwhisker spoke, unaware of what Shadowheart meant by taking the two kits in. The gullible warrior had come to the conclusion Shadowheart would raise the two kits alongside her own kits, taking them off of her paws and Cloverwhisker would think nothing of them until she bumped into them in the future. But these two kits were to be her responsibility, despite her lack of knowledge when it came to kits and how to interact and raise them. The creamy she-cat shook her sleek pelt lightly, careful not to splash any of the nursing queens and their kits with water. She'd already bothered them enough. "Well, Shadowheart, the kits are just over there in that little nest," She gestured with her head to the empty nest the two little ones were confined to, unable to deny how sweet it was to see the two of them huddled so closely together. She moved to leave, feeling very awkward surrounded by all the sociable queens who talked amongst themselves. The cream coloured she-cat felt as though she had invaded the space of so many she-cats, which made her feel even more awkward than she already was. Ocean gaze watched Shadowheart for a response, not aware she wouldn't like the one she was going to get. The two kits were to become hers, and she was to become their guardian of sorts. Perhaps she would be a mother to them someday, but she certainly wasn't ready for anything Shadowheart was going to explain to her.

The tawny she-cat watched the cream and the new she-cat that smelled strongly of milk talk through half sleep-closed eyes. She blinked her green eyes in an attempt to stay awake but even that was getting much more difficult by the second. As the cream she-cats face turned relieved, she wondered why. Maybe now they could get milk? She let out a squeal to remind them that she was very hungry now. Huddled against her brother, at least now they were drier and warmer.

[k!ngk3s]

Originally Posted by ~Northern_Lights~

@Fireleaf @Ombre Party @Static
Cloverwhisker's ears perked up at Shadowheart's voice, a relieved smile appearing on her maw. "Shadowheart, thank you! I was worried I wouldn't find someone to raise them," Cloverwhisker spoke, unaware of what Shadowheart meant by taking the two kits in. The gullible warrior had come to the conclusion Shadowheart would raise the two kits alongside her own kits, taking them off of her paws and Cloverwhisker would think nothing of them until she bumped into them in the future. But these two kits were to be her responsibility, despite her lack of knowledge when it came to kits and how to interact and raise them. The creamy she-cat shook her sleek pelt lightly, careful not to splash any of the nursing queens and their kits with water. She'd already bothered them enough. "Well, Shadowheart, the kits are just over there in that little nest," She gestured with her head to the empty nest the two little ones were confined to, unable to deny how sweet it was to see the two of them huddled so closely together. She moved to leave, feeling very awkward surrounded by all the sociable queens who talked amongst themselves. The cream coloured she-cat felt as though she had invaded the space of so many she-cats, which made her feel even more awkward than she already was. Ocean gaze watched Shadowheart for a response, not aware she wouldn't like the one she was going to get. The two kits were to become hers, and she was to become their guardian of sorts. Perhaps she would be a mother to them someday, but she certainly wasn't ready for anything Shadowheart was going to explain to her.

" What are their names? " Shodowheart asked

[Static]

@Fireleaf @~Northern_Lights~ @Ombre Party
The black kit watched the two cats talk.He had warmed up and dried off a little since they had been taken inside of the den,and now that he was comfortable,he was getting really tired.His eyes would close for a few seconds before blinking open again,waiting to see if him and his sister would get milk before they fell asleep. Had they forgotten they were there?He heard his sister squeal and mewed loudly,trying to remind the two she-cats that they where still hungry.

[k!ngk3s]

Originally Posted by Static

@Fireleaf @~Northern_Lights~ @Ombre Party
The black kit watched the two cats talk.He had warmed up and dried off a little since they had been taken inside of the den,and now that he was comfortable,he was getting really tired.His eyes would close for a few seconds before blinking open again,waiting to see if him and his sister would get milk before they fell asleep. Had they forgotten they were there?He heard his sister squeal and mewed loudly,trying to remind the two she-cats that they where still hungry.

"The kits look hungry." She said and began to walk to the kits