[ti]Open[/ti]Damn it Wingkit, put that back where you found it.

[Ringtail]

The warm weather brought out a sneakier side out of Wingkit, happily pouncing out of the nursery. Thanks to his father, Ringtail, the kit thinks he can do whatever. He seemed to poke his nose to whereever he was going, which was going behind the nursery and going through the protective barrier. The very young kit happily and excitedly ventured about, pausing to chase after a yellow butterfly. He seemed to chase it after a fox length away. Gosh, he didn't realize he was far from home, too busy being a playful kit. He soon tripped over a rock and went tumbling a short distance, stopping abruptly. The young tom mewled in his sudden yet short pain. Slowly standing, he shook himself off, becoming a tad wobbly from his fall. After reassuring himself that he was okay and not injured, the orange lynx cream boy padded onward, nit even scared of what's out there. A twinkle of light caught his eye, and Wingkit immedaitely took to it, bee-lining towards the shiny light. The shiny-light was being produced by small circle, colorful sharp things. He didn't understand why they had so many colors but he was intrigued by them. He quickly patted at the sharp circular objects. "OW!" The kit squealed, having gotten a scratch by the cold lifeless, one could guess, beetle shell. A rock? He didn't know what to call it but it hurt! So he's gonna touch it again. He batted at it again, getting the same result. Another cut from the sharp edge. "Owie!!..Sniff..I'ma take one home!!" He picked up one of the weird rock-beetle things, getting a new cut on his chin. He sniffled out the pain, because one day he would become a brave warrior that didn't take no pain from anyone and he soon pranced back towards home, following his own pawsteps. Once there, he set the weird object down, calling out to whoever was near. "Momma!! Papa!! A-anyone!? I-I have a cut! And it really hurts.." He squeaked, the tiny tom glaring at the sharp circular object.

[silverfang218]

Sootheart is just about to start out on a solo hunting patrol, while always keeping an eye out for herbs he recognizes for Silverfang of course, when a kit’s voice calling out for help. Following the sound to the mouth of the cave, Sootheart stumbles across little Wingkit; luckily, Soot’s good eye had been pointed at the ground as he looked for the calling kit, so he didn’t actually stumble over the kit.

Sootheart tends to be gruff, and his voice is rather rough as he speaks with the kit though he means no ill. The snowy tom leans down to take a look at the kit. “What happened to you, little guy?” Soot follows Wing’s glare towards the twoleg object. “Did this thing give you the cuts?” Soot unsheathes his claws, hooking the edge of the object with a single claw so that he can take a closer look at it without being in harm’s way of the sharp edges. After a moment of examining it, Soot tosses it a short distance away, making a mental note to come back and bury it once he’s done making sure Wingkit is okay. “Don’t touch things that hurt you. Come with me, and I’ll take you to Silverfang; she’ll make those cuts feel all better.” Soot straightens, turning to head towards the medicine cat den. He twists his head so that he can look down on the kit with his good eye, though he one hundred percent expects the kit to follow him and to forget about the odd little twoleg object.

[Miss Tactical]

Cherryheart was watching Nectarkit toss a pine cone around camp, you would have never guessed that she had a seizure just a few days ago. She hadn't complained of a single head ache and was back to her normal self. A small smile formed on her muzzle as she watched her kits play and scurry. All of them were unique in their own ways. She was excited to see the warriors that they would become. Then of course she watched the adopted Flamekit whom Smokeshade and Lilycloud brought to her, proud of him as well for making friends. Life was good. It was then however Wingkit called that he had cuts. She whipped her head around and saw the tom trotting around with a shiny object. What was he holding?

She stood up padding towards the kit giving the item he held a quick sniff between the mud it sat in, and the metallic scent she curled her lip in disgust. "Give me that, it's filthy and belongs to two-legs." The ginger she-cat carefully took the camp away grabbing it with her teeth avoiding the sharp edges that protruded from the object."let's go to Silverfang come on." She flicked her tail across the kits nose guiding him to the medicine cats den. If it wasn't one thing it was another with her kits, it seemed that Silverfang would be getting to know all of her kits very well.

She padded into the she-cats den, and the aroma of herbs hit her, it was a pleasant smell, unlike the horrible cap she held between her teeth. She set the cap down at the she-cats paws and let out an annoyed sigh. "Silverfang can you check him please he's all cut up from this two-leg thing...." She gave Wingkit a nudge with her nose before giving the tom a threatening glare. "Stay out of trouble...." She mewed firmly.

[Ringtail]

The young tom sniffled up at Sootheart and his own mother, Cherrytail. . "Yeah it hurt me..But I wanna keep the two leg thing...It's mine I found it.." The kit whined, clearlywanting to keep the object that hurt him. Crazy kits. He huffed when he was told by both that he was to go to Silverfang's den. He didn't want to. Because he had never been in there before. "But MOMMA, I DON'T WANNA!" He yowled, ignoring the glare from the she-cat and making kitten eyes at the bottle cap. "Momma can I have it back??? Sootheart can I have my two-leg thing back?? I found it,it's mine!! I'm tough, it didn't hurt me! I swear! Can I have it back please?!" He pleaded like he had never had anything in his life, putting on a tough act to show he wasn't hurt, but the cuts said otherwise. The tough kit surely was determined to have the shiny back.  

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Miss Tactical

[Miss Tactical]

Cherryheart growled cuffing the tom across the ears before reaching forward and grabbing him by the scruff. "if you won't go willingly I'll just take you myself." She mewed with a mouthfull of fur. She trotted over to Silverfangs den, placing the tom in front of her blocking the exit. There was NO WAY in StarClan would she be letting him out until Silverfang had a good look at him. "behave long enough for Silverfang to look at you please." The flame colored she-cat mewed. It would be two moons and all of her kits including the adopted Flamekit would be made into apprentices. As of lately, Flamekit had been wandering and laying with Smokeshade, his adopted dad, boy did that cause a ruckus. She huffed slightly peering out to Sootheart.

"Toss that thing into the water would you? Or hide it where Wingkit won't find it!" Cherryheart and Silverfang would certainly be great friends with how often she appeared in the medicine cats den. If it was one thing it was another with her kits. She gave an annoyed glare to the kit. Whoever ended up mentoring this tom would certainly have a lot of trouble on their paws. May StarClan bless their souls with that task. "I have another one for you Silverfang. I suppose I will be keeping you busy." She mused.

[Ringtail]

The kit made a mewl of protest but decided not to argue with his mother. It would only cause more trouble with him, plus his tail whooped. The tiny tom curled into the fetal position, shamelessly accepting his fate to the medicine cat den. "O-Oh okay momma.." He whined, hearing his mother tell Sootheart to get rid of his two-leg toy. That really disappointed him. But there was no doubt he would try and find more.

[silverfang218]

Sootheart gives a nod to Cherryheart as she takes control of the situation, and Soot continues towards the exit of camp, carefully scooping up the dangerous twoleg object on his way. Consider it buried somewhere outside of camp.

Silverfang is called instead. Her ears perk up as she hears Cherryheart enter the den, though Silver is a tad surprised to see Wingkit with her instead of Nectarkit; the medicine cat is no longer surprised to be asked to come to Nectarkit’s aid when the little she-kit has a headache, but she’s not used to seeing Cherry’s other kits in her den. The silver she-cat lets out a huff of amusement at Cherryheart’s words.

Quickly gathering just bit of cobweb, the medicine cat leans down in front of Wingkit. “Don’t worry, Wingkit. I don’t bite.” The medicine cat gives the kit a small smile, noting his reluctance to come to her den though she isn’t sure why. The easy assumption is that kits think the den smells weird, but that’s something Silver can’t fix. She looks him over before placing one paw on his back to keep him still while she carefully bandages his cuts. Once she thinks she’s got them all, Silverfang releases him and takes a step back, straightening. “Did I get all of them? Is there anywhere else that hurts, Wingkit?”

[Ringtail]

Wingkit shook his head no. Nothing else hurt. He watched Silverfang place the cobwebs over his wounds, eying the sticky silk. He says nothing else more, still embarrassed that his mother drug him to the medicine cat's den. "And yes ma'am." The kit answered, feeling saddened after his toy was taken away. He let a sniffle arose from him. He glanced towards his mother, ready to be sent home.

[Miss Tactical]

Cherryheart sat, the tip of her tail twitching in an irritable manner as Silverfang placed cobwebs in Wingkits wounds. She huffed looking at the kit with fierce eyes. When the medicine cat was done and nudged Wingkit with her nose. "Say Thank you, did you forget your manners?!?" She mewed. She shot Silverfang an apologetic look. Her kits would certainly said her soul to StarClan before she hit 40 moons, she was also shocked she didn't have gray fur yet."I swear to goodness I am going to have Bearstar give Hornetstorm as your mentor when you are old enough, if you think I"m mean boy just you wait." She threatened. She supposed she could have also threatened with Smokeshade, but he seemed to have softened up since having kits of his own. It was different.


"Now go run off to the nursery before I get your father to nip your tail do you hear me?" The light hearted she-cat was different as a mother, there was something more mature about her, she had grown. It was different when you were raising young warriors, you had to be a cat someone could look up too, and despite the trouble her kits got into, she was indeed proud of them and couldn't wait until it was there turn to be an apprentice.

[Ringtail]

Wingkit lowered his ears. "Thank you Silverfang!" The kitten quickly said before deciding his chance to leave, after his mother nudged him. "N-no mama, not Hornetstorm...." He whined, having never been threatened by his mother. Normally he was a good boy, but this time, not so much. Having disobeyed his mother, would surely lose him some brownie points if he wanted to go hang out with Dad. He quickly scampered back to the nursery, hearing the last bit of 'get your father to nip your tail.' Now that would be reckoning. He surely didn't want his father after him. Who knows how temperamental his father would be. He dared not to find out. And he wouldn't want to ever. The cream, lynx point boy easily hide away into the nursery, to play with the other kits.