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[silverfang218]

Moss is not paying her family any mind at the moment; she’s off to one side of the sleeping area she usually shares with her mother and siblings. She is too busy diligently grooming her paw to interact with them at the moment. Every single strand of her beautifully glossy fur must be perfectly in place. It must be smoothed down and clean; not a speck of dirt can mar Moss’ beautiful coat.

Her ears twitch as she hears movement from her family members. Moss doesn’t bother to look; she has no interest in moving until she looks perfectly beautiful. She still has to groom her tail and her sides. She, of course, already has washed her face, as that is the most important thing and she made sure to carefully groom her face first. But the rest of her fur isn’t quite perfect yet, and so she continues in her task while completely ignoring her family.

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{SKY} OF ENDLESS STARS

    Sleek paws hit the hard floor of Stonehome as the home-guard entered the place where his kits and mate lay. What could be called a purr rumbled from the tom as he saw that Moss That Grows On Trees obsessively cleaning herself, secluded from her siblings. A glint of amusement flickered in his eyes as he padded to greet his sweet daughter. "Good morning, you seem to be quite busy. Should I leave?" He mewed, a grin crossing his face. He turned to his mate and pressed his nose to her forehead. The other kits seemed to be doing their own things as well. "Have you eaten?"

[silverfang218]

Moss’ compulsive cleaning is interrupted by her father’s voice. While Moss holds a certain amount of disdain for most of her tribemates, a disdain that she attempts to hide, she has a genuine adoration for her father. “DAD!” She cries out, a cheery grin spreading across her tiny, but very clean, face. She quickly decides that she can clean the rest of herself later; she has all day to clean but usually only a short time to spend with her father. The little kit bounds over to Sky, skipping happily as she dances around his paws purring and rubbing against his legs to get his attention.

[chickenbatnana]

Stream put her paws over her ears. No... She didn't want to wake up yet! She knew she was at least half awake. It would be impossible to go back to actually dreaming and sleeping. But... She could keep laying down. Unfortunately, her dad entered the room and that meant Moss would be loud. Stream let out a sigh. ''I was trying to sleep.'' She calmly said. ''Of course, you guys have to come along and be loud. But aren't you always?'' It might've seemed like she was trying to be mean, but she just spoke her mind. Noting more, nothing less. What was wrong with speaking your mind?

[Dofferz!]

Deer was faintly impressed with how focused Moss was, dealing with the task of looking presentable. Most mothers often had to deal with large litters of kits who liked to do nothing but wrestle around and lock dirt into every little nook and cranny of their bodies. Much to add to that, none of them would ever sit still when bath time rolled around. Moss was quite the blessing in this sense, seeing that the Kit-Mother always had one less dirty pelt to keep her up at night with.

The mother lifted her head as Sky entered the den, unable to hold back a purr as Moss spontaneously dropped the task in which she had been so invested in to greet her father, whom had further turned to face the mother in herself. "Morning," she hummed lightly, stretching her head out (clearly when he pulled his nose back) to give him a quick lick across the cheek. Despite his hanging question, Deer hesitated to respond, as her attention flickered to Moss. As excited as the child was, it would be a miracle from the Tribe of Endless Hunting that Sky didn't trip over the bundle of fluff. "Not yet." she remarked, eyes twinkling as she looked from Moss to Stream, whom was clearly not too happy that the rest of the family was waking her up from her cat nap. "Now, that's not always true, Stream." Deer meowed, leaning over and using her nose in an attempt to nudge the kit up to her paws. "Why don't you two go with your father and find something tasty? Take your brother, too!" wherever Stains was right now. While they went out, she could at least have a couple heartbeats of alone time to stand up and stretch out. Laying in a nest all day wasn't the most enjoyable task. Although she would rather be outside doing her duty, the Kit-Mother wouldn't trade the cramped den and her new family for anything.

[Mama]

Stains was busy complaining about the lack of feathers in his nest to some other cat, when the sound of his name interrupted his speech. "Ugh, I'm hungry!" He grumbled before padding to his father, and poking his leg. "There better be more eagle left for me, stupid cave-guards always eat all the good stuff." He added with a tail flick.

His fur was neat and tidy, and his expression was the normal scowl, never anything more or less. His eyes were bored and flickered around quickly, judging every cats movement and every little thing.

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{SKY} OF ENDLESS STARS

    Sky's purrs grew at the excitement of the little she-cat coming to greet him. His two other kits, however, seemed less than thrilled. He gave them each a stern glare and whacked them on the tip or their noses with his long tail. "Hush now, be respectful to your kin." He looked down at Moss, smiling now, and turned toward the freshkill pile. "Moss, would you mind helping pick something out for your mother and siblings to eat? I can't possibly carry a big eagle all alone." He mused. Maybe when the other two learned some manners they would be allowed to do something besides sit in the nest, but for now that seemed a long way from happening. 

[silverfang218]

Moss nods her head so quickly she nearly knocks herself over. Her enthusiasm regarding helping her father is genuine, something that is rarely true of any affection shown by the kit. She weaves around between Sky’s paws as she completely ignores the protests of her siblings. “We’ll make sure there isn’t any left for you, Stains, since you aren’t being very nice.” Moss replies to Stains complaints, speaking in a bright and happy tone despite her mean words. Her glimmering eyes shine up at her father like she hadn’t just insulted her brother. She’s waiting for Sky to lead the way.