{Awww man, I know the feeling all too well xD}

A small red she kit twitched her nose. She lifted her head from inside the nursery den, emitting out a yawn. Redkit looked around and only saw two of her brothers...didn't she have three? Her eyes scanned across the room, sleep still prodding at her, but she staggered to her limbs, almost tumbling over, before she shook each leg, and stretched, arching her small back. She could faintly smell the scent of her mother, and her maw opened just a bit, as if she were waiting for the sweet milk that she loved since she was first born.

Now, that she was up, the she kit padded around the nursery. She thought about tackling her other brothers, but she was far too worried for where Beachkit went off to. Right? That was the one, right? Redkit glanced around, she caught her brother's fiery pelt. "That's Strikerkit." Then she moved her eyes towards the long-haired tan and grey cat, "That's Sagekit." She announced to herself, feeling quite proud that she got to remember their names. Where was her mother? Redkit twitched her ears once more, and she padded to the entrance of the nursery den.

Peering outside, she could feel the warm sun. It glowed on her burnt red pelt, and she feared to take another step out. All the territory she had known came from the nursery. She knew that there was more to Skyclan than just the nursery, and within time she would explore it all. Ahead, her eyes squinted. And through her eyes, she could make out the smooth coat of her tan and grey brother. Instantly, she passed after him, not scared any longer.

"Beachkit!" She exclaimed, a gurgling purr emitting from her maw. She reached her brother in a clumsy manner, and stopped once she saw the larger tom. He towered above them, and for a slight moment she felt herself shiver. He was a fellow clan mate, not a stranger. Even though he felt like it compared to her. The she kit tilted her head, feeling her fur shiver under her. He didn't look aggressive, and as she took a whiff of him in, she remembered his scent. It was familiar--very familiar, and at noticing this, her bristling fur, calmed.

Unlike her brothers, Redkit was more on the shy type. She pressed into her brother, trying to find some type of comfort as she stared at the other tom. No words escaped her maw, but her ears stayed alert and she continued to smile. Leaning into her brother, she asked, "Where's our mother?" She took a whiff at the air again, not that the question had to be answered. It was more rhetorical, and she seemed to ask it to herself more than others. This was because of her quiet voice.

Every once in a while, she would glance back at the nursery, seeing if her other two brothers would make an appearance or if their mother was looking for them. She knew they couldn't venture too far. In the open, as small as they were, danger always prowled around, and Redkit wasn't quite ready to protect herself, and she depended on her parents to do so. Parents...she knew her mother like the back of her paw. The scent her mother carried, and the all too familiar of milk that she grown to love since birth. But as for her father? She never actually seen or heard him. And, she wondered who he was from time to time. And, glancing at the older tom in front of them, Redkit noted that he looked a lot like her brother next to her. Her whiskers quivered, but she dared not speak. The situation seemed awkward, and it would only make it worse if she decided to say something out of line.

Originally Posted by Nighty (Post 242191) Beachkit smiled as he met the touch of his sisters soft fur. Right on cue! "Yep!" He squeaked to the large tom cat before him and Redkit. "This is Redkit, my little sister!" He mewed happily, nudging her playfully. This tom seemed nice, but why did Redkit seem so...afraid? Was she always like this? He had never seen her around new cats, only around him and her siblings. He didn't truly know how she acted. Apparently he didn't know her that well either. Oh well, she was here now, and that was good news for the little blue and tan tom kit. He turned away though, facing the red she kit. His smile was wiped away. He hadn't even noticed his mother hadn't been in the nursery when they left. Had he been so blind as to not see her? What a mousebrain...and a horrible warrior. "Uh...I don't know, I thought she was in the nursery. Y'know, cleaning herself or something. I didn't really look. I just came out here to see if I could see our Dad." He mewed, beginning to get worried. He turned back to the warrior who was standing there staring at him. "I-I'm sorry Mister, but apparently our Mom's not where we thought she was, we gotta go and find her. Bye!" He said, the words jumbling up in his mouth as they spilled out. Cliffheart smiled as he watched them. As a sense of humor, he decided not to tell them yet. He was touched that Beachkit had come out side the nursery to look specifically for his father, who he didn't know he was right here in front of them. He noticed the looks that he was receiving from his daughter, skeptical, like her mother. She looked so much like Scorchedpetal, and Beachkit like him. No wonder Jigglefoit had said it was a little strange to see miniature clones of yourself running around causing trouble. As Beachkit went to run off, Cliffheart stuck his paw out, intercepting him and pushing him back. "You're mother is fine. Scorchedpetal is out getting her some fresh food, she will be fine. For now, you two little ones can hang out with me. You said you were looking for your father right? That's what Beachkit said, right Redkit?" He asked his daughter, smiling at her. She looked so much like her mother, maybe she had inherited her smarts too, Scorched's beautiful and insightful wisdom and knowledge. Maybe she could guess it first.

Redkit bumped her head into her brother's pelt as he nudged her playfully, and for a moment she felt like she could be herself. Not so tense whenever she met other cats. And, this was a first time experience for her. She didn't think she would be shy around others. Within the nursery walls, she wasn't afraid to act like the annoying, squealing sister to her brothers, nor was she afraid to look up and ask her mother millions of questions. ''You're looking for our father?'' Redkit asked, stealing a glance towards the older tom. Had Beachkit not seen it? Or, had it passed over his head?

The she kit knew that she would had loved to get to know her father. Develop a bond with him, and practically cuddle in his arms whenever she had a nightmare or needed the comfort. Redkit was extremely affectionate towards her family. She enjoyed shoving her way into her mother' paws, and curling up to her chest fur, and sleeping right then and there. Or, sleeping her way, smothered between her brothers. Just knowing that she had a sense of comfort made her happy.

The first thing that came to the female's senses were the scent of the tom standing before them. But, that thought rushed out her mind when Beachkit announced that they should look for their mother, and Redkit gave a rapid nod, no words flowing out. As she was about to follow her brother around like a shadow, Beachkit was stopped by the older tom. Redkit gave a slight giggle at the scene, and twitched her ears when the tom addressed her.

He had a friendly face, and his voice seemed laced with love. The shy kit shuffled on her paws for a while, before she took a look up, staring into the yellow hues of the tom. ''You know our mother?'' Redkit took a whiff of him once more, trying to decipher where that familiar smell came from. She then inwardly cursed at herself for asking such a stupid question. ''Mouse-brain!'' She muttered aloud, albeit to herself. Of course the tom knew her mother. They were clan mates. She was sure that they fought in battles together. She was sure they were good friends...take in another whiff, and soon it came crashing down on her. She flicked her tail, staring at the tom with her own brownish-yellow eyes, and squinted them slightly, ''We are looking for our dad.'' We, as in she was in on this adventure that Beachkit decided to take on his own. Her voice sounded distant, and she looked the tom up and down. ''Or, it seemed like our father found us?'' Her eyes sparkled. It wasn't hard to interpret that the tom was identical to her brother--a younger version of himself. Then, there was Sagekit, who was practically a long-haired version of the tom before them.

Redkit felt herself beaming, hoping that she cracked the case. She wanted to leap at her brother, and ruffle up his short pelt, just to be in spite because she knew that he enjoyed a nice clean coat. Redkit wasn't as finicky, and bluntly, she enjoyed a little rough housing every once in a while. To her surprise, the she kit got up, and rounded herself around the front leg of the tom she thought to be her father, the same way she greets her mother every time she sees the queen entering the nursery. Redkit emitted out a purr, feeling a sense of shyness leaving her--although it was still there. Seldom it would be around her family. With the familiar scent entering, and the fact that two of her brothers looked exactly like the tom before him--the case was solved. Then, another awkward wave came upon her, knowing that she was second guessing herself once more. What if he wasn't their father? What if she was simply making a mistake? Redkit padded away from the tom, her head lowered, and she approached her brother's side again for comfort. It would had been humiliating to the feline if she done such a thing--displaying affection that was clearly only for family, and on top of that; getting their father wrong. She did not know how important it was for Beachkit to find their father, and truthfully, she had been curious as well. The only thing she remembered well of him was his distinguished scent, and the tom in front of them had carried the scent. Hopefully. Just, maybe. She was right.