[Queenie]

Originally Posted by Arie

As the kit started to ask questions about badgers he could not help but let out a snort. He was impressed by this kit already, by having to focus his concentration solely on the little spunky grey kit, he felt the presence of the void leave him if just for a moment. This peace, this time away from all the dark thoughts that clouded his mind was relieving and he appreciated the kit's questions and spunky personality. "Little one, there is the risk of running into badger dens still.. Many are empty and have collapsed out on the moors. We don't want you running into one of those now do we and getting lost? Your mother would be very sad if she lost you." Uncurling his tail from the kit he allowed him to eat the remainder of the lapwing, just happy he could provide this for the little kit. Despite his loss, he loved them. Despite the effort it took to look at kits and not see his own instead, he cherished every single clan kit. But he was a warrior first and would always be. Yet there was times where cuddling and enjoying the company of the simpleminded members of the clan was a joy indeed. Catching the kit's eyes he saw him struggling with cleaning the fur around his jaw and let out a soft and amused purr. Something he'd not done in so long it felt like. Lifting the kit back, close to his own skinny frame, the haunted green eyes slowly made contact with the kit's, the emptiness in them still apparent despite his joy and enjoyment of the moment. "Let me clean you up, and you can attempt to clean me up, deal little one?" Not waiting to see if the kit would reply though he nudged his chin up and began cleaning the maw with soft gentle strokes of his tongue, making sure he wasn't too rough on the kitten's still soft jaw skin. He remembered how much it'd hurt when his own mother didn't do it carefully enough.

Cornkit let a little giggle escape him as Breezefeather began to stroke his fur. His tongue w as sort of ticklish. "Lucky for me, I'm not going into the territory any time soon." He thought about how many more moons it would be until he became an apprentice. You'll be a rubbish apprentice. Even though the thought had entered Cornkit's head, a small smile crept onto his face. Maybe... or maybe he would be a good warrior. After all, Reedkit had said Cornkit's hunting stance was great. You'll need to be able to look up more. That thought was true. Although the young tom found himself asking, "Breezefeather..." He paused trying to navigate his words. Sometimes they came too fast to him. "How does one be the best warrior ever? Is there like steps?" If there were, Cornkit would follow them to a T. He vowed to himself that much. Maybe if there were instructions it would mean the bad comments in his head wouldn't show up as often. Because there were rules they would have to follow. So Cornkit could be a good warrior of course.