[ti]Private[/ti]Pep Talk

[Fireflake]

Peppertwist padded into camp, a dead mouse dangling from her mouth by the very tip of its tail. She'd been made a warrior earlier that day, and had been successfully trained during apprenticeship that she had to kill mice even if she was personally disgusted by them, but still refused to eat the things. Luckily, she happened to know an elder tom that was fond of them. As the young she-cat headed to visit Twistedbranch, she caught sight of a different tom across the clearing and suddenly switched course. An opportunity to meet the clan's newest members was something she couldn't pass up, especially when they happened to be her family.

"Hello," she greeted brightly, letting her prey fall to the ground. She couldn't remember if Heronstar had said this tom's name in the ceremony, too excited about her own name to take note of anyone else's, so she figured that hello alone would have to do for now. She swallowed, keeping her eyes fixed to his to avoid them wandering over his scars. "You're Redbird's kit, aren't you? I'm Greengale's, his brother. I would've said hi before, but... I didn't know you existed."
She paused for a moment. That sentence hadn't gone as planned. "But anyway, I can already tell you're going to be a great IvyClan warrior. How are you settling in?"

[Mama]

Honeyfawn was in the clearing after a closely watched border patrol, and was sitting in the sunshine. His eyes flickered over one of his paw pads, which was sliced open on a stone. He didn't... He didn't need to bother anyone over it, because it wasn't major. And besides, he'd just gotten used to leaving them be and continuing on. There was no way he'd bug Cederleap, or her... Weird apprentice, over his constant wounds.


His scratched up ear gave a twitch as he heard pawsteps, and he gave a last lick before lowering it back into the grassy soil. It was a shecat, about the same age as him or so? He wasn't stupid, and could tell her stare was intentionally avoiding..his scarring. Blegh. Not like he could tell her otherwise. It never really bothered him, and if anything, he had it easy compared to his brothers, and his dad. 


He didn't know who this... Greengale was. But he gave a nod at being Redbird's kit. It felt weird even now, as he was used to just being... Leafeyes' kit. And she was related to him? How much of Ivyclan was related to the tom?

At the other sentence, his expression seemed to dull. He gave a nod towards the question, before pointing with a scarred paw towards his neck. "Can't make noise." Honeyfern slowly mouthed, the tip of his tail twitching as he lowered his paw again. What a moodkiller he was. Conversations never seemed to go anywhere when he was around, anyways.

[Fireflake]

Peppertwist moved her paw up to groom after asking her question, hoping that the taste of the forest left on it would help wipe away the taste of mouse that she was convinced was still on her tongue, but as Honeyfawn moved his own paw to his throat, she quickly put her own down. Confusion flickered across her face and she squinted at his lips in her best effort to decipher what he was trying to say. "C-coming toy..? Toys? Ca-? Oh! Alright, I see."
The she-cat stood up a little taller, glad to have solved that little riddle. "I'll have to be noisy enough for both of us then, right?"

She purred softly. "Do you want a mouse? Here, you can have this if you want."
Peppertwist nudged the fresh-kill closer to him, but didn't wait for an answer, stepping closer herself. "I don't like them. I haven't ever since I was in the nursery. As a kit, I mean, not just visiting to play."
The young warrior tried to think of something else to say. If she was going to live up to enough noise for them both, she'd have to amp up the chatter a bit. An idea sparked almost visibly in her head. "Have you seen the nursery yet?"

[Mama]

He gave a nod as she figured it out. {Yes! I can't speak! And this is going to be as fun as pulling bugs from an elder's rear to try and explain this over, and over, and over again to everyone!} Honeyfern thought, almost cracking a bittersweet smile towards it.

His eyes turned down towards the prey, and his head tilted onto it's side. Was he hungry? Well, that's a stupid question. But he could probably wait a bit until later to eat. Oh! Was it rude to decline food like that? What if it hurt her feelings, and she'd eternally despise him, and they'll have a family feud, and then his Ivyclan kin might hate him as much as Mothclan did! Or, she'd be alright with it. He didn't want to, ahem, play with fire here, and gave a nod of thanks before taking a few swift nips from the mouse. It wasn't a lot of flesh, being a... well... mouse, so he finished it rather quickly before glancing back up towards her.

The nursery? He didn't know if the clan would even be comfortable with him walking near the kits, but alas.. it was an offer. And, not that he'd admit it (or that he even could), kits were absolutely adorable little disasters. Unless they were the edgy, brooding, blood-thirsty variety. That's a lot different.

The last bits of the mouse were cleaned off, and he groomed his whiskers with a flick of his tongue before rising out of his sitting position.