“a calico tom with copper eyes and a large scar across his flank.”
trans ftm┆ he/him ┆ rc warrior ┆ 35 moons
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Catching prey for himself? Eh...but catching prey for queens? Sure! They were mothers, or soon-to-be mothers, so they had to be nice enough, right? Well, he'd just completely ignore that he couldn't say the same about the once-queen who birthed him. Anywho! Prey for the queens!
Addergnaw, somewhat surprisingly, liked doing things for others! He just never had the courage to. Not like much of anybody wanted anything from him. Other than regular warrior duties, he really hadn't much to do. So, catching prey for the queens was something he came up with. Perhaps he could've done so for the elders as well, but he was scared of them being all grouchy and grumpy and snappy at him.
The younger warrior padded into the nursery, a nervous but warm smile plastering on his face. "U-uhm, hey! I... caught some prey for ya queens!" He said anxiously, his words a bit muffled by the prey in his mouth.
⋆˙⟡MagpieRose⋆˙⟡ "I think I'll miss you forever. Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky."
MagpieRose had her head on her paws, eyes closed. She was getting a bit hungry, but it was fine. A light grumble erupted in her stomach.
She lifted her head as a cat said they caught prey for the queens. "Uhm. Sorry to bother ya, may I have a piece?" She lightly smiled. @Honey.Nut.Cheerio
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“a calico tom with copper eyes and a large scar across his flank.”
trans ftm┆ he/him ┆ rc warrior ┆ 35 moons
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Addergnaw jumped slightly, as though not expecting a queen to actually want to speak with him at all. He never expected anyone to ever speak to him, really—unless they really had to.
Don't get your tail in a twist, Addergnaw. She's just asking for prey. Don't try and start up a conversation, I repeat, do not–
The tom nodded nervously, placing down the prey in his mouth. "Yeah, sure," he said, unsuccessfully hiding his anxiety abit even speaking a few words to someone. "So...um, how's your day?"
Damnit, Addergnaw, you really oughta work on your impulses. Of course you chose small talk, objectively the worst kind of talk!
Marshmallow gave a tired, but friendly nod "Ah! What a lovely name, it's a pleasure to meet you" She said with a smile and a yawn. She looked down at her last sleeping kit, a saddened smile crossing her maw as she turned her gaze back to Magpierose.
She hummed in thought for a moment, hoping Magpie hadn't caught her glance at her kit. She swallowed nervously before speaking "How long have you been expecting? Do you... have a mate to help raise them?" Marsh asked softly, not wanting to pry or seem rude, but also knowing the stresses of being a single mother.
Marshmallow tilted her head curiously as she waited for a response, loosening her grip on her last kit as she relaxed a bit, though her tail still covered the kit by her side.
⋆˙⟡MagpieRose⋆˙⟡ "I think I'll miss you forever. Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky."
"Thank you. It's a pleasure to meet you too." MagpieRose said with a warm smile. She witnessed the look of sorrow as Marshmallow looked at her kit. A pang of sadness went through her. She suddenly felt bad.
"I've been expecting for a month and about a half now. I think they'll be coming anytime now." She answered. She was partially scared for that moment. Would it hurt? Probably. But all the pain would be gone once she saw her children.
She'll be out of here soon, Larkwing knows, out of this den that's begun to feel more like a prison cell. How long has it been since she's even left camp? More than six moons, she knows that. There were two moons when her broken bones were healing before her kits were born that she couldn't leave. And then Faith, Fern and Hound were born.... and then Hound died. She'd left camp to bury her child. Broken down on Fishfreckle's shoulder. And he'd left again.
She's used to that... to everyone leaving. Wither. Falconfeather. Gingerstar. Springburst. Birdsnow. Fishfreckle. Houndkit.... Fernkit. She doesn't know how her remaining tortie daughter escaped. Doesn't know when it happened. A sliver of her blames RiverClan for not paying attention to the kits. Most of her blames herself. She should have been watching. Should've hovered. Shouldn't have let her out of her sight even to sleep.
But 'should' won't bring any of them back.
Maybe Larkwing's cursed. She's had that thought before, when she returned home. Immediately they were driven out of the forest. And then bad things just. Kept. Happening. But Faithkit is almost an apprentice, and Fernkit is too... assuming she's still alive (though, Larkwing almost can't believe that with how often everyone she loves ends up dead), and soon Larkwing can be out of this place.
If she were a more social cat, she might think that getting out of the nursery was a good opportunity to go hunting or training with friends, but presently her closest connection is her daughter, and friends are hard to make, so really she just is eager for the chance to do something different again. The chance to hunt. To swim. To imagine she is a different cat living a different life.
"Hm..." Claykit considered the question. Mossball was always her first thought, because she was just so good at the game. No other kit could compare to her skill! Well, plenty could actually, but she had a sense of spirit like no other. Mossball, however, didn't seem like the right game. Neither was the flying game that she and Pa played a while back. That she'd have to remember for when she was just a little bigger.
"How's tag sound? Since I caught your tail, you'd get to chase me first." Claykit swished her tail. "Or we could play keep away with a stick. There's a lotta good ones to choose from."
Hickorykit
He/him - 5 moons - RC kit
Hick nods agreeably at the options, he's glad she didn't pick mossball. It's over-hyped really. The rosetted tom thinks for a moment before opening his maw to respond, bopping his sister's nose with a big fluffy paw.
"I'm fine with either, why don't we go stick browsin', eh?" He says casually, flashing her a charming grin, "I saw some okay ones near the entrance."
Hick nods agreeably at the options, he's glad she didn't pick mossball. It's over-hyped really. The rosetted tom thinks for a moment before opening his maw to respond, bopping his sister's nose with a big fluffy paw.
"I'm fine with either, why don't we go stick browsin', eh?" He says casually, flashing her a charming grin, "I saw some okay ones near the entrance."
(Sorry for the late response! )
Claykit
|| She/her || 5 Moons ||
Claykit let out a soft sneeze as her nose was bopped. It hardly phased her, as she whipped her head towards the entrance. "'Kay! Need to find a good one."
The short kit bounced closer to the entrance, not knowing where Hickorykit saw any sticks, but she was sure he would follow after her. Plus, Claykit liked to think she was a connoisseur of stocks by this point. Hardly anyone got mad at her for bringing them into the nursery. "We need to find one that's juuust the right size. 'Bout as long as your tail. We can go shorter if there's a sturdy one."
Re: RiverClan Nursery
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