[ti]Private[/ti]The First of Many

[LupTacco]

BEARSTAR & MOTHKIT ______________________________________________________________ she-cat | mistclan leader | 52 moons tom | mistclan kitten | 0 moons _____________________________________________________________ tagging; KingHarry open to; all Goldenbear fam, and anyone in the nursery? _____________________________________________________________ Snow crunched under her paws as she hurried back into the shelter of the cave, not as used to the cold as she would usually be due to spending most of her time in the cozy warmth of the nursery. In her jaws, she held a clump of moss that dripped with water- a first step towards weaning her children as they grew a little older, but also so she didn't have to get up as often. Soon, they might even be able to start eating some of the prey. A nice trout if they were lucky, perhaps? Bearstar dipped her head slightly at a few warriors as she passed by them, though she didn't have time- or, admittedly, energy- to talk, and the moss in her teeth was a good excuse. Slipping into the nursery, she purred a greeting to Silvermist. It was a wonder the black and grey queen wasn't completely exhausted all the time, with several foster kittens on top of her own four. Curling around her own litter, she nudged them awake and pointed them at the springy green ball. She expected they probably wouldn't like it much to begin with- water was probably a bit of a let down after sustaining on mother's milk- watching with warm amusement as Mothkit stuck his tongue out at it disdainfully, tried for a swipe, and fell over when he missed. They were learning to walk a little better by now- maybe they were up for their first trip out of the nursery? _____________________________________________________________ "Boxy" V2 by Sorrellup

[mewmehh]

Glossy green eyes flashed with a happy light as Applekit hopped out of Silvermist's nest and padded on sprightly paws over to Bearstar's nest. Her white and ruddy spotted pelt stuck out like a thorn in a paw pad against the backdrop of the Nursery, but the socialite kitten nevertheless felt right at home. A slender paw delicately prodded the brown queen's back as she continued around the side of the leader's nest to get a better look at her young kits. "Good morning, Bearstar," she mewled in a light voice, her eyes glued to Mothkit as she watched his splutter and swipe at the ball of moss.

Since her eyes and ears had opened up, Applekit seemed to want to be in everyone's business, though she made sure her presence was welcome first. A little poke here or a brush of a tail there signaled to others that she wasn't quite spying, but rather sitting in on whatever was going on. And right now, that was whatever Bearstar was planning for her wobbly little beans. Applekit had seen the newcomers cry blindly for milk, open their beady blue eyes, and start learning to make use of their paws. She had to admit, while only a short time passed from point A to point C, it also felt like an eternity for the she-cat who had already passed those steps in her youth. She cheered for Owlkit, Mothkit, and their littermates and couldn't wait until they were big enough to play with; Starclan knew that Applekit had a difficult enough time getting to play with her own crabbish sisters.

With a warm smile, the spotted kit rested against the wall of the nest as she gazed down at the smaller bundles of fur. Whatcha guys doing?" With a twinkle to her eyes, she then looked to their mother and purred, "Are you going to let them walk around the Nursery again, Bearstar? Can I help?"

[Storm]

Hootkit
MistClan | Kit | She-Cat | 0 Moons | Undecided

Mottled cinnamon, orange and white fluff stirred as Bearstar returned and made herself comfortable in the nest. Hootkit mewed happily in response to her mothers scent floating into her tiny pink nose.  She brought more warmth and the undeniable safety of being at her side brought the kit comfort.  Her stubby legs stretched out, toes flexing until they met her mothers fur and she began to knead her paws.  The queen directing her and her littermates attention to the moss was met by a contesting squeak from the tortie she-kit.  Hootkit carefully gathered herself on wobbly legs and maneuvered to Mothkit and the thing mother had brought them.  

The green fluffy thing had a wet earthy scent, like the warm nest she curled up in, but without the enticing scent of milk the kit quickly lost interest in it.  The reason her mother had brought this thing and disturbed her litter over it was a loss to the she-kit.  She squirmed as she softly bumped into her toppled brother.  It was an awkward moment as she leaned against him to regain her balance before waddling a few steps back and taking a wider stance.  Hootkit turned her head to observe her spotted den mate now looking on and speaking.