RiverClan Nursery

[Fade]

Originally Posted by Corruptx

Goslingkit
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Goslingkit repressed a crooked smile, elegant head tilting ever-so-slightly to the side. “I-it’s nothing, really. I just... well, you know, you need friends. Everyone your whole life has despised you: Riverkit, Sorrelkit - I feel bad for you and I don’t want to worsen your stress, you know?” Worrying at her lip, Goslingkit inched closer to the tom and... and pulled him forward into a hug, that half-forced smile enlarging with each grain of authenticity it gained.

*Darkkit was taken back by this* But..bu..you..hate me.. *Darkkit was in his nest,he was used to hugs other than from Redspot*

[The Kitty.]

Originally Posted by Cougar

*Darkkit was taken back by this* But..bu..you..hate me.. *Darkkit was in his nest,he was used to hugs other than from Redspot*

Goslingkit
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Goslingkit pulled herself away from the black tom, a sympathetic grin making its way onto her features. “Who ever said I hated you?” she scoffed, ears flickering. “Sure, you may be an annoying ass at times, but that’s alright! No one is perfect.”

[Fade]

Originally Posted by Corruptx

Goslingkit
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Goslingkit pulled herself away from the black tom, a sympathetic grin making its way onto her features. “Who ever said I hated you?” she scoffed, ears flickering. “Sure, you may be an annoying ass at times, but that’s alright! No one is perfect.”

(The ship :3)

*Darkkit nodded,maybe others can change.*

[Ikoria the Wolf Pup]

Stripekit padded into the nursery, her ears and spirits low. (Open)

[Quasar]

Cinderkit was woken up by the sound of...arguing? She didnt really know why this was happening, but she did recognize the voice of darkkit, who she wasnt necessarily fond of, to be honest. She heard the story about how he got beat up by some other kits, but she didnt really think that meant he could just snap at everyone. Cats shouldn't just use something in their past as an excuse for the things they do wrong! That just seems like common sense to her, but she wasnt really all that sure the scarred kit understood that.

The two moon old kit stretched her legs and yawned before carefully climbing out of her nest and wandering out into the clearing so that she could get some fresh air. Recently, the nursery had been getting way too crowded for her liking, so she spent most of her time out in the clearing, sometimes even sleeping out there. As much as it might be dangerous, she much preferred it over the stuffy, cramped nursery. Plus, the nights were actually quite pleasant. The cool breeze always felt nice, and she loved gazing at the stars and moon.

For now, though, she was off to find something to do. It was about sunhigh, so she had plenty of time. As much as she wanted to visit the elders, she didnt want to bother them too much. Instead she just settled on flipping over rocks in search of interesting bugs. She was just outside the nursery entrance, so she knew that there wouldnt be much to find. But low and behold, there was a huge beetle just sitting behind a rock. Her eyes widened in surprise and she quickly shot out a paw to grab onto it. It felt odd on her pawpad. It was really smooth, but it also had a bit of a jagged edge around the sides of its body. After she had watched it long enough, she lifted her paw and watched it scramble off.

She straightened back up and turned to go back into the nursert. The fighting seemed to have ended, so she was glad that things seemed to have been worked out. As much as she wanted to just go back to sleep, she was wide awake, and the chances of her being able to fall asleep seemed abysmal. With a quiet sigh, she flopped into her nest and rolled onto her back, unknowingly exposing her belly. She was seemingly lost in thought, her eyes gazing into space.

(Open (:<)

[teddy.]

Isolation was a powerful emotion. It would engulf a cat so easily, wrapping around them like a choking collar. Existing, general, was equally quite suffocating.

Waspkit was alone. His twin - soulmate - gone. Nowhere to be seen. They entered this world together, twice, and suddenly their separation was more painful then dying the first time.

He felt so, so alone.

Maybe it was time to change that? A moon now he spent curled up into the back of the nursery, unmoving and unspeaking. Firehawk had... a warmth about him he enjoyed but nothing Waspkit found too comforting. He just wanted his dad.

His confidence was non existent at the current time. Timid paws shook as he stepped through the nursery, eyes peering around for one of the other cats that might have known Bumblebelly. He knew he had siblings - half siblings - in the nests near by but talking to them seemed physically impossible. How did you tell someone you were once dead? But now bought back... it was silly.

"Flyfur," He whispered, peering up at the nest he had arrived at. He pawned at the ground anxiously, glad none of his siblings were around. "Can... we talk?" At least his lisp wasn't prominent.

@Rainquail

[Abyssopelagic]

Flyfur looked down to the kit that had padded up to her. He seemed.... distressed, desolate. It reminded her very much of herself- when she was first made to put up with the fact she had been abandoned by the one she called mate- one she had trusted with her emotions and turned away from her when she most needed him.
She stopped down so she was closer to eye level with the kit. Her paw slowly extended, pads softly caressing the little toms cheek, seeking to comfort him, to quell the disquietness in him.
"Always. Let us see if I can ease some of your troubles."
She nodded for him to curl up beside her if he wished. Currently, all of her kits were out in the clearing, supposedly playing or possibly getting into trouble, so today there was plenty of room for him.

@Romulus

[Abyssopelagic]

Originally Posted by AlderDawn

Stripekit padded into the nursery, her ears and spirits low. (Open)

Flyfur looked up as Stripekit padded in. She seemed in a bad mood, so she sidled up to her.
"Hello Stripekit."
She greeted the small, young one.

[teddy.]

Waspkit felt like he could have melted into the softness of her touch. Being starved of any affection - willingly or not - for he last Stars knows how many moons. He had always had Hornetkit for comfort, when they played in the sky and pounced on their frogs. Not anymore.

He crept into the nest carefully, scrunching up his nose when he smelt the others. Envy made his tongue sour, a metallic taste coated his mouth. Jealousy was an awful emotion.

"I..." He lingered. Why had he wanted to talk to her? He wants to know more about the dad he never seemed to meet. Waspkit just wanted to hang onto a strand of his family; Flyfur was the way to do that.

Waspkit relaxed in the nest but a single hair stayed between him and the queen. He wanted the space. "You know-- knew, Bumblebelly, right?" He peered up at her, big odd coloured eyes. Was his relation to the missing den dad known? No, it couldn't be, surely.

@Rainquail

[Abyssopelagic]

There was a flicker of a dark and dangerous emotion in her eyes, briefly, though the rest of her face was still soft and open. He didn't know any better, so why worry him with what he'd done?
It was only a question, a curiosity, after all.
"I did. Was there something you wanted to ask about him?"
Friend, fellow in mourning, clanmate, denmate, she had many names and terms for this cat he asked about. No matter how much time passed, Flyfur couldn't quite get over his perceived abandonment.
It was too close and too soon.
Hurt just as much as when Roanmask had left. Hurt just as much as when she discovered her parents, dead beats, useless, neglectful, had kits after her. Had kits and raised them. Was there for them in a way they had never been for her.
Too many raw and painful emotions- she couldn't burden one so young with so many betrayals. Would he even understand?

@Romulus