[ti]Private[/ti]Herding Kits? Might as Well Herd the Clouds

[Broadwaykat]

Swanstream was an experienced mother, but even she was finding her latest brood to be a little overwhelming at times. Six little ones; all of whom were active and healthy without the slightest little hint that something was wrong with them. Well, Turkeykit had a bit of an odd way of moving, but that hardly seemed to slow him down at all. It seemed that this new Starclan - their ancestors - had smiled on the mother who had lost so many of her children over the years, gifting her with a large collection of healthy, strong little ones.

But that didn't make it any easier to keep an eye on all of them.

"Alright, everyone - listen up now - listen, Shrikekit - do NOT chew Jaykit's ear!" She chided, as a brown-and white bundle suspiciously paused with her jaws still open, hovering just out of reach of a grey kitten's battish ear. "Remember what I've said - We can play in the camp entrance but if you set one whisker out of line..." She trailed off, knowing that the punishments her kit's imaginations could come up was much better than anything she could concretely loom over their heads.

"I just need five minutes...I swear, " She mewled to herself. And at that moment, she spotted someone who could help. She was supposed to be the tom's mentor, after all - but things had escalated rather quickly only a few moons into their training. Frogpaw would be made a warrior soon; surely he could handle keeping an eye on a few kits for a moment.

"Oh Frogpaw? Be a dear and lend me a paw, would you?" She called out, holding back a little feeling of disappointment for not being able to work with him even more. "Hawkspring's had morning patrol lately, but he should be back soon - I'm sure he'd be willing to take over for you. Or better yet...he could take you out hunting once they've nodded off."

[LupTacco]

The lopsided young tom sneezed as one of his siblings' tails drew across his nose, stumbling over him own paws as well as theirs as he scampered outside, "Last oneta touch the exit is a rotten egg!". He stuck out his tongue cheekily as he looked over his shoulder, but came to a sudden stop against a slim, solid pillar in front of him- "Oof!" The pillar laughed gently, pushing the fluffy brown kitten to his paws carefully. His speckled face blinked up curiously at a pair of quiet, dark blue eyes and a kind smile set in a dark muzzle that stood out like a shadow against the pale fur.

"Good morning, Turkeykit, and the rest of you, too," Frogpaw dipped his head, lifting it back up quickly as he heard his mentor call for him. "Oh, sure thing!" he hummed with a friendly flick of his tail, "They can't possibly know more games than me- Shimmerpaw and I got up to a lot when were little." He turned towards the tiny herd of kits, weaving around behind them but keeping an eye on the entrance in case Hawkspring happened to come in. For now, though, he kept an eye on his mentor's children. He didn't really mind the slack in his training, as it gave him more time to explore and talk to his sister and father, but it was a bit weird to not be going out with them to train, either. It wasn't Swanstream's fault, though- it wasn't anyone's really, he thought. The tr- er, RootClan was so busy lately, so weird.

[Broadwaykat]

Swanstream allowed her shoulder's to sag a bit with relief. "Oh thank you, Frogpaw!" Even she just needed a few moments to herself. "I promise I'll be back in just a moment. Can I bring you anything from the Fresh Kill Pile?" She asked, but even before he could answer her, she started to sidle away just a little bit. 

Meanwhile, the some of the kits had clearly found an interesting new target for their interest. One such was not too interested though; if only because she thought the apprentice was a little to braggy. And that was HER gig.

"Nuh-uh! I betcha don't know all the good games!" Shrikekit huffed, squaring her shoulders and doing her best to look bigger than he was - a bit of a challenge, seeing as she less than half his size. "I bet you don't know even about Hunt the Snake, huh? Daddy made that one up all on hisself - and I'm bested at it!" She preened, sticking out her little scrawny chest as if it made her better.