Mantisclaw padded into the nursery and looked at her nest longingly, then shook her head. It wasn't time for a nap yet. The tabby arched her back and brought her chest down low, stretching out to bring some energy back into her limbs. By the time she joined her little family in the nursery, which really was quite a considerable family when one thought about it, her eyes were bright again. "Alright, toms," she greeted. "Mom's back." It had been difficult to find time with them recently, but Mantisclaw was determined to make it up to them with this newest fun. To poor Milkberry and Ruststripe too, if any of their kits wanted to tag along.
She could remember an eerily similar situation with herself, being looked after by Ruststripe and Milkberry while her father was deputy. He'd come to visit and teach the kits play fighting whenever he could, between his duties to the clan and Bellfeather. Mantisclaw herself had never felt left out by it, likely because she had ways to occupy her own time, but she knew that some of her littermates had harbored bitter thoughts. She only hoped that she wouldn't inspire the same feelings in her own kits. The she-cat crouched down again, this time into the more active position that never failed to communicate her playful intentions. "Who wants to play a game?"
"I do!" Strikekit meowed. Of course, he is. He is always ready to play, or well more strike then play. Which just so happens to go great with his name Strikekit. While he was up, he pawed his paws as in a strike motion as he waited for his mother Mantisclaw.
Ah, to be a kit truly was the life. And to be the kit of one of the higher-ups in a clan was truly an enviable position. Of course, most of the time Crouchkit missed his momma when she was off doing work; but knowing she was important made his heart leap a little bit. The few other strangers he had met so far in his clan treated his momma with respect; so he knew he had a reason to be proud of her too.
"I do!" Although Strikekit had beat him to the punch by being the first to agree, he all but made up for it by bouncing forward with twice the amount of enthusiasm. "Will we get to go outside? Can we play outside? Cause I wanna go outside!"
A little head popped out of the nest it had been hiding in, ready to pounce on whoever it deemed to be an appropriate opponent. Sadly for the kit, the cat that then walked through the nursery entrance though was no other than his beloved mother. "Mother! the little grey smoke kit stumbled out of it's nest and bounced over to Mantisclaw, purring happily.
The small cat looked a touch odd, his large ears were folded backwards as if someone had backed them and flipped them inside out, but no matter the constant grooming and attempts to get them to stand upright, the dark ears never would stand right. As he bounded over, the one ear he had gotten to somewhat flip over flopped backwards again, causing him to skid to a stop with a small growl and a quick attempt to fix it before he walked the last bit to his mother. "What game? Will we get to meet others? I'm big and strong enough to go outside of the camp! I could fight off a fox if I was given the chance! All by myself too!" he boasted, despite having never even smelled a fox in his short life.
Ramkit popped up from some obscure corner of the nursery at the sound of his mother’s voice, his long and fluffy fur in tangles after avoiding his caretakers for the morning. The stepping in of the other queens was appreciated as much as it can be by an excited kit, but nothing could really replace his mother in the end. He managed to perk up even more at the thought of leaving the den and playing a game.
“Yes! Mom, what’re we gonna play?? Or can we fight some invaders? I can take em’ see!” To prove his point, the white and gray tom pounced on his brother, Rushkit, with his fluffy fur quickly eclipsing his brother’s darker pelt. Ramkit’s blue eyes shined with excitement, and a beginning competitive spark.
"Absolutely no more characters!" I promised myself, three characters ago.
Mantisclaw purred at her eager son's response, but before she could match it, Crouchkit had bounded forward to pitch in. Mantisclaw purred even harder. "We absolutely are going outside, Crouchkit! Great guess." Watching Rushkit stumble out of the nest, Mantisclaw paused to let him speak. Her eyes shone as she watched the kits boast and tumble onto each other. It was just like her own litter had been.
The she-cat stood up tall and waited for a moment to make sure they weren't distracted when she spoke. She glanced at her other son. He looked to be fast asleep. She debated waking him, knowing that she wouldn't have wanted to miss a game for a nap, but quickly decided that she could make it up to him later if she needed to. Mantisclaw swished her tail playfully. "We're going to go and play a really fun game, and we are going to learn some new battle moves so you can get a head start on being big tough warriors, but we've got to stick inside of camp."
Anticipating the protests and whining before there was any time for it, Mantisclaw barreled on, "You lot are too young to go out on your own yet, and camp needs you around to help protect the nursery for us, but we're going to pretend to go out in the territory in our game. You've got to stick by me, though, alright? No wandering off!" She could just imagine the looks she would get for seemingly helping her kits poke around other cats' nests. She tried to fix a serious expression on her face.
Strikekit was sure ready to protest to have to stay in camp, but before he could even get an answer in, his mother spoke of why. But at her saying they need them to help 'protect the nursery' that got him to puff his chest fur a bit as he felt pride for this.
He seemed almost ready to bolt out but remembered his mother saying they needed to stay close to her. Staying close was going to be a hard task for him to do.
Carried Home is a Warriors roleplay forum. We feature four clans - all four of which have futures that heavily depend on what your characters do - as well as a 50 word count minimum on RP posts, and a functioning currency and shop.
While most of the action does center around our four clans, members are also permitted to make loners, rogues, and kittypets. You can also make both StarClan and Dark Forest characters.