• Springpaw •
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
Purrks: Herbal Knowledge - Tier 1 | The Collector [active] | Mind Reader [active]
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Being inside of the nursery felt… rather bittersweet, to say the least. She hadn’t bothered to ever step a paw into this place ever since she became an apprentice alongside her siblings. The single thought sent a multitude of emotions through her system; most of them feeling like a multitude of negativity rather than positivity. Her claws began to uncontrollably sink into the dirt below her paws, memories rushing through her mindset like a spreading wildfire; that wildfire eating away eagerly at the dead grass that it spotted and only leaving darkened rays of ash and smoke compiled into the air. That’s how she was feeling at the moment. Each part of her body felt like it was stuck in an iceberg somewhere in the coldest place on the planet, each part of her muscles frozen in solid place as her lapis hues watched as young kits happily played and tackled with each other; queens watching them with an face contorted of love and affection for their children. It felt rather ungrateful for the calico to feel a sudden surge of jealousy to thrive through her system; her white paws grasping angrily against the coarse soil beneath them. Bits of dirt and grime began to mingle with the white fur amongst her paws, turning them a pale brown color in contrast. She shouldn’t be feeling this way. Not one damn bit. But how exactly was she supposed to feel the opposite of that when she was staring at the place where she had been rightfully abandoned as a kit and where most of her issues were compiled? The nursery was a place that Springpaw never had any intention of stepping foot into one bit, and yet here she was.

Standing right in the very place where it all began. Sure, this nursery wasn’t the exact one where Smallsky decided to abandon her and her siblings to take care of themselves, but it surely hurt worse than the Dark Forest to stand in the very place where she felt like she was just a small, nimble little kit again. Forcefully rubbing the topic off her shoulders, the calico forced a smile to grow amongst her maw as she trekked forward into the depths of the nursery; a mixed scent of smells overwhelming her sensitive nose. Stars, it made her want to throw up all the unsettling nausea that was forming in the deepest pits of her stomach. She just needed to get in here to check some kits or queens out, and then get the hell out of here. “Hello? Does anyone feel like they don’t feel so good? I’m just coming in here to check up on you all. Nothing special.” her voice squeaked at a mid-point through her sentence, and that felt mildly embarrassing for her to endure. How in the world was she espoused to check up on someone if her emotions were in the right place? She wasn’t sure, but whichever it was, she wanted out.

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[open to any kits or queens!]

• Springpaw •
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
Purrks: Herbal Knowledge - Tier 1 | The Collector [active] | Mind Reader [active]
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A silent yelp escaped Springpaw’s throat from the abrupt voice of an unfamiliar molly echoing through her ears, her head whipping around to face the direction of the feline that had decided to speak to her while she had been standing in the midst of the nursery like an awkward kit that didn’t know what else to do besides stand there and… wait. Lapis' hues blinked as she grew adjusted to the figure that had decided to speak to her, allowing her tensed muscles to calm down as she processed whom the molly was right in front of her. Raspberrysplotch wasn’t a cat that Springpaw knew particularly well enough of, but all she knew was that she was one of ThunderClan’s resident queens and she bore a litter of kits, so that was something that could be appreciated. Speaking of her litter of kits, the queen happily mentioned the fact that her kits were perfectly healthy and so was she. Well, at least Springpaw didn’t have to go into overdrive to check to see if the kits were bearing any potential fevers or if they were at risk of getting any possible symptoms of greencough or whitecough. The single thought of both fatal illnesses made a suppressing shiver run up Springpaw’s spine, her claws intensively sinking into the ground as she tried to bear the thoughts away. She absolutely couldn’t think of both things at the given moment. Not while there was a battle coming up, at least.

Raspberrysplotch’s next set of words were enough to make Springpaw fall into a deep ditch and never come out. How did the queen succumb to the fact that the young calico was worried about the battle so quickly? Did she have some sort of super power with knowing how the young molly had felt about being inside the deeper depths of the nursery due to her life as a young kit? Stars, whichever the case was, Springpaw absolutely despised it one bit. She wasn’t going to bother to expose any of her private problems to a queen that was currently busy with raising her own litter of kits. She had enough problems to deal with that than hearing Springpaw ramble on about her own issues. “Um, I… I’m fine, in fact. Just… thinking about some things that are going to be happening here soon.” It was a horrible coverup with what the dilute calico had actually been hiding beneath her weak disguise of a shell. She was absolutely worried for the safety of the clan. She was thinking about Smallsky over and over again. She was thinking about her siblings nonstop. Stars, when can she catch a break here?

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