Rosekit
Male / 2 Moons / ThunderClan / Sexuality Unknown
Chocolate-brown and russet tabby Tom with fluffy fur and bright amber eyes, thin scars on his legs and a wide scar across the bottom half of his face

“Sure, I’ve got half a face, but you’ve got yourself half a brain, so I’m sure we’ll get along just fine, ey?”
~Rosekit

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Rosekit had been tossing and turning restlessly during the brief amount of time he had been spending trying to nap, feeling jolts of discomfort after he spent any more than a second in each resting position. It was amazing how complicated life could make simple things such as a nap- and it was equally shocking that Rosekit could get himself so worked up over these sorts of things. But who didn’t have trouble sleeping in the middle of daylight? Of course, there wasn’t much else to do for a young and useless guy like Rosekit was to do, but that didn’t make it any less irritating.

Rosekit shifted back onto his left side, ears flat against his head with his eyes shut closed, tightly. Ah, dang it, this is torturous… His thoughts dragged themselves in again, only worsening Rosekit’s struggles. So much effort to just knock out for a bit. Why? Why am I broken? When he heard the footsteps of another cat coming into the nursery, he gave up completely. Angry and burning, Rosekit’s bright eyes shot open, landing on the bits of moss beside his face. So much for sleep- it wasn’t worth the trouble, anyway.

Rosekit stumbled up onto all fours, dragging his glare from the moss towards the nursery’s new visitor, staring at the cat stiffly. He had to blink the grogginess from his eyes before seeing and recognizing the warrior properly, but when he did, some information came along as well. Her name was Dreamspirit. The curly-tailed molly had only recently reached her warrior rank, and she certainly was no queen. So then what exactly was she doing in the nursery, home of the queens and kits?

As the she-cat drew her tail gently over a ginger kit, saying something to it that Rose’Kit didn’t catch, he realized what the new warrior was truly here for. His glare sharpened, now fixated directly on her face. Ah, not this crap again- Annoyed, his tail tip twitched. Why do they all keep flooding in? What purpose have they got hangin’ out here with us stupid little hairballs, anyway? They all came in like these motherly gods and goddesses, stepping past kits with smiles and love in their eyes, as if they had ever tried raising idiots themselves a day in their lives. It, like most things at the moment, annoyed Rosekit. The tom-kit had almost nothing more to do than feel annoyed. But put an emphasis on almost, because there was one activity that he took to heart.

Being as much as a brat to as many people as possible. This, apparently, was his specialty.

He almost rolled his eyes as kits came hobbling on over in Dreamspirit’s direction, blind to the lack of purpose in her visit. It looked like he was going to have to be the one to step up and let her know that she had no reason to be here. And I’ll be doing the right thing, ‘cuz she’s actually here for the wrong reasons, Y’know… Rosekit desperately searched his mind for soemthing to hate on the warrior for, but there wasn’t much. With what he had, he made a mental list. …well, she woke me up, got my peers all excited or whatever, and- she could be hunting, working, anything, but no! She’s wandering around in the nursery breaking kits sleep processes! And didn’t she say somethin’ like… whatsit… oh, yeah, ‘Don’t mind me.’ Well too bad, I’ve got to! Rosekit kept his stare harsh and unhappy, standing taller. It was time to bother someone new.

He wandered, purposely well-balanced and elegant, in Dreamspirit’s direction, tail held high and ears back up. He grunted too quiet for her to hear to make sure his voice didn’t crack up just as he worked his magic, and stopped in front of her. Then loudly and clearly, he addressed her. “It’s the Oldie-Apprentice, isn’t it? Stream’Spit, ay?” It seemed like a decently rude nickname to Rosekit judging by the strange image one could put to mind when hearing it, to he accepted it and kept on talking.

With natrowed amber eyes, he tilted his head in exaggerated confusion. “Now, Streamspit, watcha’ doin’ in the problem-house? Last time I checked ya’ were too little and young to raise up kits, yeah? Oh, but you’re a warrior now, isn’t that right? Well, who would’ve known Streamspit could pass her assessment…” No thought, just words. Rosekit kept speaking, getting to his point. “You not only woke me up from my nap, but just gave up on warrior duties, huh? You’re no queen- what, think that the moms aren’t doing things well enough all on there own? S’a bit offensive, if you ask me. I think they’re doing just fine. So why not take that warrior rank you’ve managed and get some real work done, leave the mother job so- oh, big surprise here, get ready- the mothers?! Yeah?”

Rosekit shut his mouth and raised his eyebrows. He was finished with his polite little greeting, and done speaking for now. Now time to wait for the warrior’s response. He half-hoped she would get angry with him and go on and on about how immature and impolite she was, because that would only boost his energy, give him something real to go/argue off of. The other half of his hopes showed the warrior breaking down in tears and her own sensitivity to a child’s disrespectful use of wordplay, because that would be something he hadn’t seen before.

This is the beauty of being an annoying brat, Rosekit began to assure himself, feeling a small smile try and ruin his mean-face. The anticipatio Will she yell? Will she cry? Will I get thrown into the woods to die alone? Who knows! But only one way to find out, and that’s already been done! Rosekit felt nothing but self-pride and excitement for whatever was coming from Dreamspirit in response to his brattiness. He was sure he wouldn’t be disappointed.

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// I apologize for Rosekit’s immaturity. I also wanted to say that I love the Dreamspirit-Header! Looks amazing! ^^ \\

~ @Starphobia ~

Skunkstrike
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At the sound of voices, Skunkstrike immediately thrust her head into the nursery, her single blue eye finding the small kit she had taken under her care. Unfortunately, she wasn't a 'real' queen. She had no milk to give, but her role was as a mom regardless, as she smiled gently at Turtlekit and pushed her way in and over to the nest, mindful not to trip on kits or tails.

She settled into the nest that was Turtlekit's, her thick fur engulfing her adopted daughter and muffling even the soft voices of the other queens and kits. "If it's too loud here, you can share my nest in the warrior's den if you need a nap." She purred to Turtlekit.