[Moon Lily]

Originally Posted by Moonraven

Twilightstar was starting to wish that the Breezerock had a place where she could actively stay out of sight, whether she was sleeping or just lazying around, cats seemed more inclined to come and bother her if she was on it. A loud huff expelled from her chest as she heard the booming called from below. Moving out of her crouch and parting her eyes, she padded over to the edge of the Breezerock, dropping her gaze downward when she failed to spot the cat calling for her immediately.
"Oh, it's you," Twilightstar grumbled, maw sliding open as she yawned looking down at Crinklekit. It's been some time since she last spotted the young kit, she seemed to be hiding herself up in the nursery again, which was strange given the fact how much bigger she apparently gotten. The back legs still long frail and breakable, skinny compared to the strength in the front legs and shoulders.
"I haven't seen you in a bit." mewing casually, Twilightstar leaped off the Breezerock and took a seat beside the panting kit. It seemed that moving around was still a lot of work for her. It took a few seconds for her to recalled that the kit had asked her for some help, Twilightstar had been distracted by the kit's growth and development.
"You said that you needed help with something?" Inquired the leader, ears still raised high to see what the kit needed.

[ @Shimm-Noel-It-All ]
(I'll end Littlewish's interaction there, to make things easier! Would it be alright if I finished up some old rps of his pre my hiatus? <3)

Breath heaving, Crinklekit squinted up at Twily, the Breezerock obscuring most of her view. It didn't help that the sun was so insistent on burning her eyes out. The larger cat seemed almost...annoyed. Why? Crinklekit thought of all of the hopeful loners and kittypets, lobbying for spots among the greats. Maybe that was why? And if she was mad from all of the visits... Twily doesn't want to see me. Of course, she doesn't! I'm just an annoying, dead-legged baby. Duh. The conclusion sent a quiver through her pelt. The fact that the sensation ended at her lower back made things worse.

Wake. Up.
Please.

Still, she couldn't help but grin avidly as she felt the leader's sharp eyes on her, taking in her growing muscles and stature. The observation sent pride rushing through her. She'd been working to build up the muscle. It had taken several laps of the nursery- and a series of failed playfights- but Crinklekit had made it. And Twily had noticed.
Help? Oh. Riiight.
"Yeah! I...uh...my momma still doesn't like me going out of the nuwsewy," She explained, her lime orbs flashing with shame. "I needa convince hew that I'm weady to become a wawwiow. I'm alweady six moons old and I'm getting stwongew, and...and-" The kit cleared her throat, moving on quickly in an attempt to convert Twilightstar to her way of thought. "My dead-legs awe gonna wake up any day now! ...wight?"