[ti]Private[/ti]Double Trouble!

[Dofferz!]

He couldn't believe that they had finally reached their new home. They had traveled for so long that seemed as if they had just gone one sky length further, then the clans would of walked right off the ends of the earth.

The camp was utterly amazing. Truly a beautiful, breathtaking sight. And for a tom in love with the water, what could be a better home than behind a waterfall? Starclan, he hadn't even known that it was possible! And yet, here they were with the sound of the rushing water drifting the large, ebony male into sleep each night.

He felt like a kit again. Dying to go outside, leave the camp, and explore the vast, endless land around him. Find the best places to hunt and the best clearings to train. Bushes to hide in and rivers to swim. Each night, RavenWing looked forwards to the new dawn. Another day to thank Starclan that he was alive and another day to pioneer and trailblaze the forests and fields. Perhaps, the only downfall was asserting their dominance over loners and small rogue groups. To officially claim the lands deemed their own. The deed would take time and a small amount of bloodshed at times, but soon the lands would be paradise.

And he had helped find it.

RavenWing swallowed the last bits of squirrel that lay before him; that morning's breakfast. The rodent was even one of the male's least favourite bits of prey (the hairs often got stuck in his teeth), but it had laid across the freshkill pile that morning so fresh and plump and juicy—unlike any other squirrel that he had seen—that he could not resist snagging and devouring the creature before going about his everyday warrior duties.

"Hey, RavenWing!" the tom turned his attention towards the source of the call, grinning as he saw the shape of Finchkit, Nightfur's child, bouncing up to the warrior. "Hey, little fella!" RavenWing purred, his massive body crouching down so the child could look him on the eyes. RavenWing was, after all, just a kit at heart.

"Can I have a badger ride?" he chucked at the child's request. Even as kits grew older, he was still a source of entertainment for them being one of the few cats in the clan whom could still easily handle the weight of one to two older and heavier children on his back. The brown kit had certainly grow since the first time the warrior had seen him, a couples days after the queen had kitted when the six had first left the nursery to explore the great, big, Mistclan camp.

"Your wish is my command!" RavenWing purred, allowing Finchkit to climb up and balance on his back as the tom walked in a few tight circles to make sure Finchkit was hanging on, and than setting of, steering clear of the slippery rocks close to the falls. As Finchkit squealed in joy, he adjusted his path to run perpendicular to where the child's mother was, her back to him.

He whispered to Finchkit, and the kit purred his agreement. And then, RavenWing made his way up to and behind Nightfur on silent paws. Finchkit could barely contain his excitement. And finally, "Boo!" "Surprise!" they both purred, Finchkit hardly clinging onto his fur and shoulders as he purred in joy.

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Nightfur couldn’t be happier to finally be at their new destination; the journey had been long and hard to the queen. She’s lost several more kits on the journey, and she has been needing a mental break from everything for a while. Here, behind this beautiful waterfall, next to this beautiful stream that holds no fear for the queen since kind Ravenwing had taught her to swim, was a peaceful place. A place that puts Nightfur’s restless mind at ease.

Now just because Night was needing a break from all the sorrow and the hardships of the journey doesn’t mean she slowed down physically one bit, oh no. The queen would like to explore her new home, but first she wanted to be sure that the camp was as comfortable as possible. It truly was a beautiful, peaceful place and she wanted her kits especially to feel comfortable here. After all, this was going to be their home for the rest of their long, happy lives, StarClan willing. The black queen had just replaced the moss in the nursery and is now staring wistfully off into space. She never used to be one who could space out, but things seemed to have changed.

As such, she didn’t hear Ravenwing and Finchkit’s approach until they yelled ‘Boo!” She jumps a bit, but when she turns to face the two toms, there’s a grin on her face. “You got me, you two.” She huffs softly in mock frustration, though Night can’t keep that smile off her face. I swear, Ravenwing truly seems like a kit at heart. A big ole kit. Him and Finchkit get along so well. It’s so cute. She flicks her tail at Ravenwing’s nose, intending to tickle it while she has a playful expression on her face. I’ll have to get Ravenwing back for that… I’d pounce at him if I wasn’t afraid I would hurt lil Finchkit.

[Dofferz!]

Finchkit was more than elated. "We make a good team," Ravenwing stated, shaking his pelt lightly to mess with the small kid on his shoulders. However, not hard enough to cause him to stumble and fall and hurt himself on the ground. "We got you good! You didn't even see us!" Finchkit giggled, climbing up higher to the point where his front paws were set on the ebony tom's neck, leaning forward so he could press his nose against Nightfur's.

Ravenwing raised a paw to slightly swat Nightfur's tail as it crossed his nose, jokingly. Finchkit copied, holding onto his neck wth tree legs, attempting to bat at it with his fourth. Man, Finchkit was adorable, and it seemed as if he knew it. In reality, he just really loved Nightfur.

"Living here is so cool!" Finchkit exclaimed, exactly voicing Ravenwing's thoughts, and the ebony tom added, "Whoever thought we would live behind a waterfall? I'm still dying to see everything the new land has to offer. I feel like a kit again!"

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“You do make a great team; yeah you got me good. I didn’t see you guys at all!” Nightfur purrs as she moves a bit closer to touch her nose to her son’s. She pulls her tail away from Ravenwing’s swipe, but begins to wiggle it in front of Finchkit’s nose when he reaches for it. Her heart swells at Finchkit’s cuteness; she loves her little momma’s boy to StarClan and back, and it’s the small but adorable moments like this that make everything worth it.

Her heart swells more as Finchkit says he likes it here. That and plenty of prey is all Nightfur could ever ask for in a new home. It pains her that most of her litter will never get to play behind this waterfall or walk the trails of their new territory, but at least Finchkit approves of their new home.

“What are you talking about, Ravenwing, you are a kit. The biggest kit I’ve ever seen.” Nightfur laughs, her green eyes lit up with amusement. She doesn’t say that as if she is scolding Ravenwing, but rather as a complement. It’s a good thing, to still retain that kit-like wonder, and Nightfur likes that about Ravenwing. He’s truly just a big ole goofy kit.

[Dofferz!]

Ravenwing gasped in mock surprise, attempting to look offended. "How dare you?" he purred. "I certainly can't fit in the nursery!" Technically he could, and perhaps one day he would try for the sake of proving himself correct, but for now, he would leave the other queens and kits alone. "But if you're right.. since kits are not allowed to on their own, I assume I would have to have a warrior accompany me when I go outside today!" It took doff like ten minutes to try to figure out how to be slick, and even then it was only mediocre. "Perhaps you could accompany me? I'm sure Silverfang or Swallowsong wouldn't mind watching your little troublemaker for a little while." In response, Ravenwing felt a kit paw swipe playfully across his ears. Oi! He was only speaking truth.

Truthfully? Ravenwing was starting to fancy spending time with both Nightfur and her two kits. After losing all of the rest of her litter, Ravenwing could easily understand her love for both Finchkit and Tansykit, but it warmed his heart to see that both the brother and sister returned it back to her as willingly as they were. 

//what even is a good reply I sat here for like an hour and this is all I've got 

[silverfang218]

((That is my constant struggle, Doff))

Nightfur stifles a laugh at the mental image of big, strong Ravenwing struggling to fit inside the nursery. It was a pretty great mental image. At his request for a warrior to accompany him, Nightfur’s green eyes glittered. “Oh, but Ravenwing- kits aren’t supposed to leave camp, you know… But, I won’t tell if you won’t.”

The queen’s gaze turns towards her kit and she grins to him. “Finchkit, I wanna make you a deal. How about if you help Silverfang and are a good boy until me and Ravenwing get back, I’ll bring us back some moss. I’ll help you make a new ball and we can play mossball together, how about that?” She purrs.

She, like the rest of the warriors, is anxious to fully explore and get to know their new territory, but she has likely seen less of the territory than any of said warriors. This would be a great opportunity for her to get to explore a little bit and… well, spending time with Ravenwing wasn’t unwelcome. She had quickly become fond of the kind warrior; the fact that Finchkit seemed to get along well made her like Raven that much more. Since the day in the valley when they had gone fishing and swimming together, Night had seen a bit more of Raven and she must admit that seeing him always seemed to bring a smile to her face.

[Dofferz!]

Ah, but Owlstar didn't need to know that. "Our secret's safe with me." he hummed. Ravenwing waited as Nightfur spoke to Finchkit, and the kit smiled. Finchkit didn't mind hanging out with Silverfang at all; spending time with her was almost as fun as spending time with Nightfur herself. However, his grin grew even wider at the incentive! His old mossball had most certainly disintegrated by now, and the prospect of making a new one was certainly something to work forwards to! Finchkit really liked Ravenwing because Nightfur always brought back something cool after hanging out with him!

Ravenwing crouched down so Finchkit could hop down to the ground without hurting himself, and than rose back to his full height, whiskers twitching. "But of course, ladies first!" wow Raven, what a gentleman you are.

//I'm trying to hard

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Nightfur smiles softly as her kit scampers away to go find Silverfang. The kind queen believes that Finchkit likes Ravenwing because Ravenwing is a good person, or he’s good with kits, or he’s kind, or something to that effect, but little does she know that Finchkit is just in it to get cool stuff. Not that she would blame him; Nightfur would actually find that really funny.

As Ravenwing says ‘ladies first’ Nightfur chuckles. “Such a gentleman,” she purrs, trotting past Ravenwing while brushing her tail against Ravenwing’s side. She throws a sly, playful glance over her shoulder at Raven; turns out the she-cat is also just a kit at heart. She pauses for just long enough to say, “Race you to the meadow,” before the slender black she-cat takes off running. Night may not be very strong, but she can run. She does slow down a tad so that Ravenwing can keep up though; at least, she slows down until he starts gaining on her.

[Dofferz!]

"You know what they say; mama didn't raise no fool." he hummed at he comment, although it was obvious that technically she did or else he would take greater consideration for some of the stupid things he could be found doing for the sole sake of proving to himself that he could leap the river (which had failed) or something of the sorts. That was besides the point, however.

He purred, but hesitated for a moment, unprepared for the sudden race. However, moments later the tom threw himself forwards, the wind rushing in his face as he chased after the queen. His legs were long, but his body was larger and heavier than that of the smaller, more lithe she-cat. Perhaps was why he was growing prouder and prouder of himself as he picked up the pace, following close on Nightfur's trail. Oblivious as to how she was, in fact, merely allowing him to catch up, however.

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Nightfur laughs happily; Ravenwing loves swimming but Nightfur loves to run. She lets Ravenwing get close enough to use her tail to tickle his nose with a laugh before picking up some speed and putting several tail lengths between them. She had to give Ravenwing credit, though; she’s ran with slower cats before. His long legs gave him potential, but she’s smaller and faster on her paws.

She tries to keep a couple of tail lengths between them all the way to the meadow, and she only stops when a winner is assured. She twists to one side, skidding to a stop. She’s panting by the time she stops, her time in the nursery having rendered her a bit out of shape though she has tried hard to exercise in camp. Didn’t slow her down much though, and she flashes another playful grin to her companion.