RiverClan Clearing

[~Vixen~]

" how have you slept " she asked " i have been well but talkative the nursery doesnt talk much " she said

[SIlverheart_the_Warrior]

Weblight yawned as he stepped out of the warriors den.He sat down,grooming his spotted fur.

[lyra]

Originally Posted by vixenandwillowlikecookie

" how have you slept " she asked " i have been well but talkative the nursery doesnt talk much " she said

"I've been sleeping fine," Willowsong replied, looking at Gentlemist. "When are the kits due?" The silver tabby she-cat asked curiously. She had also wanted kits of her own, but she didn't think that she could handle the responsibility.

[~Vixen~]

" im honestly not sure probably 1 or 2 moons " she replied

[lyra]

Willowsong nodded and stood up. "Well since you'll be confined to the nursery for a while, why don't we go hunting one last time?" She suggested, looking towards the camp entrance. "Plus you probably need some time away from the nursery."

[~Vixen~]

' you have no idea " she said leaping to her paws

[lyra]

Willowsong chuckled and then padded out of camp, making sure Gentlemist was following

[Brunch]

Laid sprawled out in the early dawn rays, Arctickit felt drained, though the only thing that he had accomplished in the past few sunrises was a case of insomnia, which kept him awake through all hours of the night. His bright blue eyes scanned the clearing, trying to decide what to do until his kin would awake. Though Arctickit loved them dearly, being around the feuding Cloudyfoot and Snowyfur always put him on edge. Even if Rainkit was with him, Arctickit felt almost depressed, or at least very close to it. Fogfur never came in to visit them anymore, and from what the kit could understand, his uncle, Cloudyfoot wouldn't either. Arctickit's mother, Snowyfur, wasn't any better; she would always urge her son to meet new cats, though, being one of the most social kits in the clan, Arctickit had to reintroduce himself to some kits, just so that his mother would approve.
Approval, that was one of the things that the kit wanted. Almost an apprentice, Arctickit knew that he would be the smallest pupil ever, and perhaps one of the weakest. The kit was always prideful when he was praised for doing something right, since-according to the bullies- could never happen because of his height. Being gullible, though, Arctickit would sometimes find himself crying when he was supposed to be sleeping. Arctickit wanted to fit in somewhere, where his height wouldn't matter, and he wouldn't be picked on. Though, from the stories the elders said, there wasn't one, and there never would be, thanks to nature.
After the flood of thoughts stopped rallying in Arctickit's mind, he gazed up and the sky, which was now a bit lighter, and the clouds that floated silently above Arctickit's head, were now a vibrant white. Arctickit couldn't guess how long he had been in that state, which he knew, coming from Cloudyfoot, made him look as though he were asleep, though really, Arctickit wasn't asleep, he was up in the clouds.

[Ghostly Cristalline]

Twistedkit and Skykit rushed out of the nursery with excitement. They had been here for three sunrises now. "Race ya, Skykit!" yowled Twistedkit.

[Ivyshade]

Blackdust entered the camp grasping a trout between his jaws, which he held carefully to ensure that it wouldn't drip onto his perfectly groomed black fur. He set his prey on the pile proudly then stepped back, sitting down to groom himself with long, luxurious strokes from his tongue.