It brought a smile to his face. That's what she deserved. Pigeonkit blinked slowly at her and glanced back at the mossball under his paw. "Okay." he decided, rolling it back towards his littermates. She'd learned her lesson he guessed. The silver lynx point dropped into a play bow and flicked his tail. "Let's play then!" he said, apparently already gotten over it.
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''Careful, you two,'' Mountainspring mewed, lifting her head to fix sleepy, pale blue eyes on Pigeonkit and Lichenkit, who had strayed from the nest whenever they woke. ''Don't hurt yourselves, and don't tire yourselves, either. If you get too tired, come back to the nest, all right?''
The silverpoint queen yawned, wrapping herself tighter around Heronkit. ''I'll...I'll be here, if you need me.''
r o w a n m a n e • he/him • 45 moons • riverclan/lionheart •
killer aptitude t2 ❝ i never thought I’d get here. but now that I am, I’m not letting go. ❞
RowanMane figured to put his warrior-freeness to use. WisteriaWren had been busy with his new little bundles of joy, and RowanMane was doing everything he could to help her out. Their birth had come as a shock, and RowanMane honestly never felt more unprepared. So now the Lionheart had been rushing in and out of the nursery all day long, hoping to make the most perfect nest that he could for her. He had borrowed an orange shell from Bl//ueberry (who had been observing his frantic moss-runs). Oh- right, moss. Due to leaf-bare there was a lot of dead, brown moss. He refused to use that. Instead, he was meticulous to pick the most alive pieces he could find, carefully making sure to only collect that. Then he got the nest together. Then the little orange shell as a gift lay in the center and he had even found some feathers to decorate it with.
Now, he lay a trout beside it and he itched to show Wisty and his sons.
Lichenkit visibly relaxed as the apology was accepted. She grinned, dipping their head playfully in return. Good. Everything was good. A look is spared for their mother as she called out to them. "We'll be okay!"
The kit then turned back to their brother and the mossball. Dropping into an awkward crouch and leapt towards the ball. Though coming up short, they drew the ball closer to them. With a giggle, they batted it back towards Pigeonkit.
Copperkit wished to play with the other kits, but as befitting her small stature, no one came up to her... she pulled a clump of moss out of her nest and began clawing it.
Salamanderpaw's game of rolling up moss and kicking it back behind her comes to a standstill the moment Larkwing kicks off. In fact, all things considered, she makes for a very respectful audience: sat still, focused, quiet. No fidgets, no introjections.
"Um thank you for telling me. I didn't ever actually know any of that. Probably my bad, though; I never asked, either. I think a lot of cats here are like that. They don't know or they don't remember or they never paid attention and they won't ask. Which makes sense. You won't ask stuff if you don't think there's stuff to ask. So maybe that's why Riverclan keeps making stupid choices sometimes." That has to be the case; the alternative is that they are just bad and wrong, fundamentally, and Salamanderpaw won't entertain that thought. Not even a little. They are not bad cats. They're just a little stupid sometimes.
That's an easy thing for Salamanderpaw to relate to.
"I really did think the other clans were just horrible." She admits awkwardly. The fidgets are back now, a shred of moss getting rolled under paw idly. "Like, just, hated us and wanted us gone for no reason. Or stupid reasons. And like they all just didn't know or didn't care how many of us are good, or like, innocent at least, because they wanted to focus on a few dumb screw-ups insteads. But I guess it's different if...I mean. You were a leader here and you weren't safe. I think I'd want to chase away cats who were so dangerous that even the ones in charge weren't safe, too." She's reminded of a thought she'd had before; a faceless monster thrashing about, hurting itself and hurting others. Salamanderpaw doesn't like that visual, but she can recognize why the nuance of that monster's struggle wouldn't matter to anyone around it. You don't care if a cat is hurt if they're also hurting you. You just want it gone.
"I don't think it's your fault you got put in a stupid spot. I wouldn't know what to do. Six or seven moons from now I'm sure I probably still wouldn't know what to do. Riverclan should have taken better care of you. That's the whole point, right?" Riverclan. They are a clan. A family. It makes Salamanderpaw a little uncomfortable how so many cats seem not to think that way. They only care for their immediate kin, they forget their own denmates' names (or never learn them), they isolate. Cats who've slept in the same den as one another since birth, who might've even seen their nest-neighbor be born, behaving as stangers or worse. That strange sense of distance, the coldness, isn't right. Especially when it escalates the way it seems to have for Larkwing. Riverclan hadn't trusted her. They had not taken care of her. So then it sounds like a young cat already in a stupid position started acting even worse. I was... seeing things...
Can danger make a cat sick if it never goes away? That must be the case, somehow. Salamanderpaw tucks that question in the back of her mind for now, instead asking:
"Why'd you come back? Did you know if you'd be safe?"
Maybe it's absurd, but Salamanderpaw's sympathies and understanding is worth more to Larkwing than she may have realized she even needed. She'd been... alone for a long while, even after Fishfreckle. He'd gone and vanished despite his promise to remain, and though he'd come back again... she refused to see him. It aches, not to be close to him, but she's proving a point. Even if that point is not one she even feels good about making.
Regardless, she finds herself coming back to the apprentice's words. That RiverClan should have taken care of her better. But Larkwing had always been taught that it is the leader who takes care of the Clan above her own needs, not the other way around. Perhaps Lilyfrost was preening her for a better role or a better opportunity... or what that woman thought was proper preening. To Lark it had always been an overstep. Overbearing. And it had not prepared Larkwing well for the hand she had been dealt.
Even worse is the question of if she knew she'd be safe.
"...no. I didn't know I'd be safe." The admission is simple. Easy. It's inconsequential anyway, she is safe, or as safe as one can possibly be when threats lurk around every corner. "I'd been hanging around our borders for days before I'd been allowed back in. A loner was chasing down a kit, like he wanted to kill her or... worse. Fadingstar allowed me back in after saving her. I hadn't even really known I wanted to come back until the chance presented itself.
"But that's enough about that... let's get rid of this bedding, yeah?" A shift of topics. Deliberate and abrupt.
During the past couple of hours, the young molly had been suffering from a fatigue she had never, not a day in her life, ever felt in the past. She found herself drifting off to sleep sickly and quietly that night, and for the first time in the past few moons, she did not mumble sleepily to herself overnight. Houndkit passed pleasantly in her sleep.
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❀ f e r n k i t ❀ • she/her • 3 moons • riverclan/kit •
no purrks ❝ the world of reality has its limits, the world of imagination is boundless. ❞
Ohooo she had the best dream last night! It was this really big field with flowers and butterflies just for her to chase! Perfect! Then FernKit was like- a leader or something! It was super cool! Then she woke up and it was cold again- bleh. Whatever, she could occupy herself either way. It was daytime now, maybe Hounds or Faith would wanna play a game with her! She booped her nose to Hounds shoulder. “Hooouuunnnddddsssss~ c’mon lazy! Let’s play moss-chase or sumthin’!” she nudged her sister again happily. “Hounds!” sissy felt cold…huh…well no wonder! It’s leaf-bare! After a few more nudges there was nothing, confusion crept onto FeenKits face. “Hounds! It’s not ffuuuunnnnyyy! C’mon, let’s actually do something! We can check in FaithKit…” she heard what happened to her sister…it had her worried. And now HoundKit won’t wake up. “HOUNDKIT!” she cried, still…all she wanted was for her sister to wake up. “Mama…Hounds won’t get up…”
Re: RiverClan Nursery
Re: RiverClan Nursery
