Keeping the Clans Alive {An Advanced Warriors RP} discussion

{Roleplay}

Foxkit mewled as he unsteadily got to his paws, encouraged by the nose of his mother. He tumbled, falling over his front paws, into the nest his mother had made for them all. Defeated, he sat there, closing his eyes as the filtering sun caught them.

Darkstream softly purred as Foxkit fell into the nest, giving him a quick couple licks on the head. "Are you hungry Foxkit?" she softly asked, her eyes round with love for her kit. She watched as Crowkit tumbled into the nest as well, she couldn't imagine having a more perfect litter of kits. Granted, Foxkit had some issues but he was going to be a great warrior no matter what.

Crowkit fell into Foxkit, letting out a soft mewl of delight as he turned his fall into a tackle. "Gotcha!" he cried as he tried to pin his brother to the floor of the nest.

Foxkit shook his head, and almost yelped at the suddenness of Crowkit tackling him, surprised by his littermate. "Not fair!" he mewled, batting him off with his soft, fluffy paws.

Butterflykit poked her head up as she rolled up onto her feet. She stretched, surprisingly steady although she did stumble a little after her stretch. She let out a mrow, a kitten version of a battle cry as she lept onto her brothers. Her pounce was a little lopsided, although she did crash into the both of them so it was somewhat a success.

Darkstream snuggled down into the nest, leaving enough room so the kits could continue to play. This was her first litter, her pride and joy. She couldn't picture life without them now that they were here. She watched as Butterflykit tackled her brothers, softly purring with amusement as she laid her head on her front paws.

Crowkit squealed as Butterflykit tumbled into him, rolling onto his back. "Butterflykit!" he giggled, softly batting at her.

Struggling to escape from his littermates, Foxkit squeezed out and bounced from Darkstream's belly back into them in an effort to pin them both down, but he was much too small to do more than clamber on top of them and squeak like a mouse in triumph. "Got you!" he managed to say, rolling off of the two bigger kits back into his mother's flank - safety.

Butterflykit wriggled out from under Crowkit, bounding up to crouch a bit away. She shot forward, cannoning into her brother and knocking him towards their mother. Unfortunately, she kept going and almost crashed into the side of the den. She squeaked, scrambling on the floor.

Darkstream's eyes were begging to close, she seemed to never get a good nights sleep with these three. But she didn't want to risk missing anything. "Careful," she murmured, nosing Foxkit back up onto his paws. "Keep your legs bent, it'll help you balance and be prepared for your enemies attack," she advised, making sure only he could hear.

"Butterflykit!" Crowkit cried, dashing over to his sister after leaping onto his paws. "Are you okay?" he questioned, his eyes round with worry.

Feeling his mother help him, Foxkit mewled in acknowledgement, doing as she said and taking a few tentative steps before he tripped over a small bump and fell flat on his chin. Laying there, he tried to watch his littermates, though struggled to see them too clearly.

Butterflykit's eyes were wide, but she let out a small mrow of amusement. "I'm fine.... Attack!" She scampered across the nursery to stop in front of Crowkit. She crouched down, wiggling her haunches as she eyed him, her tail twitching playfully. She looked between Foxkit and Crowkit, waiting to see what her siblings would do.

Darkstream watched Foxkit, stretching out to give him an encouraging lick on the head when he fell. "You'll get. Don't worry," she mewed, her ears pricking as the sound of Featherstar's call entered the nursery. The kits were still too young to attend the meeting, but maybe she could have them sit just outside the nursery entrance. "You three want to watch the clan meeting?" she asked, slowly rising onto her paws.

Crowkit was about to pounce on Butterflykit, his muscles tense and ready for battle when Darkstream mentioned watching the clan meeting. His attention was instantly drawn away from the impending battle, "Yes! I want to watch Featherstar!" he cried with excitement.

Foxkit, calmed by his mother's soft lick, struggled back up to his paws and staggered out towards he nursery entrance, his pawsteps erratic and clumsy. Still, he was excited - he wanted to be part of the Clan, no matter his downfalls.

"Let's go!" She padded after Foxkit, steadying him shoulder to shoulder. She trotted along next to him, fur brushing, until they got outside. She sat next to him, giving him a quick lick on the ear.

((Stay here or move to camp clearing?))

Crowkit padded after his littermates, excited to witness his first clan meeting. There'd been occasional meetings since they'd been born but he'd always been asleep or too little to take part. He felt like he was truly a part of the clan. He held his head high, if he was older one would think he was becoming an apprentice today.

Darkstream followed her kits, purring with amusement at how excited they all were just by being allowed to sit on the outer edges of the clan meeting.

((Let's go ahead and move to the clearing so we don't have to move back and forth between what's happening in the clearing and posting here. :) ))

((Okay, meet ya there))

Darkstream slowly blinked her eyes, glad that for once she'd been able to sleep in just a little bit. The kits had tried to stay up until the cats returned from the gathering so they were still asleep. She gave each a quick lick: Foxkit, Crowkit, Butterflykit. She couldn't have asked for better kits.

Butterflykit began to slowly become awake, aware of the warmth of the den and a quick lick from her mother. She remembered staying up late last night, and the Gathering all of the cats had gone to. She debated whether or not she should get up yet, stretching slowly to her full length, and bumping into something. She yawned lazily and curled into a little ball.

Opening his mouth in a wide yawn, Foxkit curled against the warmth of his mother, eyes firmly shut even as he stirred. He could smell the sweet scent of Darkstream, all milky and warm, and the similar scents of his littermates, though their scents were much more milky than like the forest that clung to the she-cat's scent. The little tom nudged Crowkit with his nose to get some more room.

Darkstream watched them sleep with a soft purr. Most cats would probably find it boring, but one of her favorite things about being a queen was watching these three bundles sleep. Whenever they moved, she tried to imagine what they were dreaming about, hoping it wasn't a nightmare.

Crowkit let out a little huff, as he was nudged on both sides by his littermates. He always seemed to end up in the middle, with the least amount of room. He enjoys complaining about it, but secretly loves being snuggled in-between his two littermates.

Butterflykit yawned again, before deciding that it was probably time to get up. She slowly opened her eyes, and twisted around to rest her head on her brother's side, breathing in his scent. She began to doubt her decision to get up as she stretched sleepily again, but with a sigh she finally curled her feet underneath her to wobbly sit up. She squinted as she looked over at her mother, and blinked in the bright sun that was now filtering in.

Feeling Butterflykit move, Foxkit let out a pitiful whine of complaint to accompany Crowkit's huff, enjoying being curled up with his littermates. He didn't want to get up yet, and certainly didn't want to have to move from the warmth. "Sleep," he mumbled, batting a paw in Butterflykit's direction.

Crowkit curled into a tighter ball, wrapping his tail across his eyes. He was usually all about getting up, and starting the day. But he was so tired after staying for what felt like most of the night to him.

"Your brothers are still pretty tired. Are you sure you don't want to sleep some more?" Darkstream softly whispered to Butterflykit.

((and by the way, I've got to go to work. But i'll be on again tonight!))

Butterflykit blinked up at her mother with a small yawn, and then turned to frown at he brother as he batted at her. With a small sigh, and trying not to fall over, she finally collapsed back down into the nest, wriggling closer to her brothers as she gave in. She let out a soft, sleepy mew before curling up to sleep some more.

((Ok! I'm going to PM you in a bit.))

Foxkit sighed contently as Crowkit and Butterflykit settled once more, hearing the soothing voice of his mother, though not making out the words. He liked sleeping. Or being in that half-sleep moment like he was now, when he could smell everything and still keep his eyes shut.

Crowkit let out a soft purr as he snuggled into his litter mates and mother. He was looking forward to becoming an apprentice and then a warrior, but would miss moments like this. How would he fall asleep without his mother beside him?

Darkstream settled her head down upon her paws with a soft sigh of content.

((Time Skip!))
Butterflykit blinked awake as sunlight filtered into the nursery. It seemed she had fallen asleep again! She stretched a long and pleasant stretch, not paying attention to who she might be poking in the process. She blinked awake, rolling over with a small cute yawn, and trying to decide what game they should play first today.