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Doveskip saw a kit alone, “hello little one, would you like to join us?” She said offfering a bit of room in her nest for him

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Blossomflight sat in her nest, watching the young toms and mollys play. Oh, how she longed for her kits to be born sooner... [open]

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@17224 @WinterSage @Lakestorm (mentioning in the first post just to see if you want to join)

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@Poppy. @Nixey @Starfall @dino. @Estelle

The undersized she-kit woke with a start. Something was off, something wasn't sitting right with her. She wrote it off as a bad nightmare that she couldn't remember and sprang up in the nest, unconcerned with waking her littermates. She was reaching an age where being cooped up in the nursery was making her restless. She wasn't dumb, she knew how the clan looked at her and some of her littermates. She was among the smaller of her littermates, rivaled only by Magnoliakit, Flintkit, and Elkkit. It was no secret how much larger Firekit, Shellkit, and Bearkit were and how much faster they were growing, but Heronkit resented the looks, whether real or imagined. She was no worse than her siblings. Even her own mother seemed to treat her as though she were the most fragile kit to swim the rivers; whether she treated the rest of her siblings similarly Heronkit neither paid attention nor cared, that's how she treated Heronkit and the little kit resented it. She scowled before crawling her way to the edge of the nest and slipping out. Waking her mother was a concern in the back of her mind but consideration was not in the kit's nature and, if her mother did wake, she'd deal with it then. The only thing she knew for sure was she wanted out of this stuffy, restrictive nursery. The idea of leaving camp altogether was all too enticing but for now she knew, at the minimum, she needed out of the nursery before the uneasy feeling could overcome her. She took a step, squeaking almost unconsciously as she felt prickling in her paws as though she stepped on something sharp but when she looked down the ground was solid and flat. Her chest constricted and a new fear took over where it'd only been an off feeling. She felt a shock strike through her body suddenly then everything went dark.



The lilac calico yawned. She wasn't completely aware of what had woken her but a quick look around told her she'd been brought to awareness by one of her smaller, adopted kits climbing from the nest. She smiled softly. Herornkit had been growing restless, Doeheart wasn't naive. Her kits were growing quickly. The mystery of her mate, Sleethound's, accusations then subsequent disappearance still plagued her occasionally and the losses of Codwhisper, Falconkit, and Brightkit would likely never get easier, but nonetheless she found each day her heart opened a little more to cherishing the moments she was granted with her kits, and each day she dwelled a little less on her losses and a little more on her blessings. That rogue she-cat had gifted her with three kits that she now couldn't imagine her life without. She smiled warmly as she silently watched Heronkit take a step but sharp thorns prickled her pelt as something seemed off. Heornkit wasn't moving quite as quickly as the new mother would have expected. When Heronkit's body stiffened, vibrated, then collapsed in a fit of spasms, Doeheart sprang from the nest, careful to avoid her other kits but not caring if she woke those still sleeping. She was at Heronkit's side, slipping a paw between the kit's small head and the hard-packed ground, in one swift leap. She'd grown somewhat accustomed to the grey-toned kit's micro-seizures, as much as a mother could, but this one wasn't passing. The kit's small body would relax then again strike up in another fit of spasms. Doeheart's stomach twisted in fear as she felt the panic rising. Why isn't it passing? Why isn't it ending? I can't lose another kit, I can't lose her. Her throat dried out and her breath caught as the fit ended and Herornkit's body fell limp. Desperate tears threatened to overcome her but suddenly the kit's fragile little chest rose feebly as a breath was drawn through her body. Before Doeheart could release her own breath, however, another seizure struck the kit's body. Her mind quickly descending into panic, Doeheart scooped up the seizing kit and ran out of the nursery entrance and across the camp towards Fawnpaw's den.

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The little kit known as Bee'kit was laying outside bored out of his mind, he watched the sky with wonder before getting up "What was I doing again?" he asked himself, completely forgetting the reason of being out here. "Meh probably not imported, at least the sky nice tho!" He laid back down on his back and continued with the watching of the sky (Note: he has very bad memory like a bee so beware and he needs a friend or at least someone who could help with his memory problems)

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@Cofi_Bean