Post by LιθΠΗΣαRτεD on Aug 11, 2015 0:53:31 GMT
"Wow! So you're Icestar? And you're Moonclaw?" exclaimed Thrushkit. Icestar smiled down upon him, and Moonclaw tilted her head in amusement.
"We hail you," said the deputy, bending her head to press her nose onto Thrushkit's head, "future warrior of WhisperClan. I have no doubt that you will be a dutiful and noble warrior. Flamewolf and Shellsong are both spectacular warriors." Icestar nodded in agreement.
Wow! They like my parents! And they like me! Will I get to be deputy someday? There's so many cats to chose from.
"Well, it was nice meeting you," said Icestar, flicking his tail. "We must go to StormClan territory. There is something we have to discuss with them..."
Aw, just when it was getting nice. "'Bye, then," said Thrushkit and Rosepaw together. They watched the two traverse through the tall grass and disappear.
"Are they mates?" asked Thrushkit in mild interest. Did leaders pick their mates to be the deputy? It seemed grossly unfair. If a she-cat and a tomcat like each other, they're mates, right? Ew. Does that mean if I like Rosepaw I have to be her--
"No," Rosepaw said in amusement. "They're not mates. They're just friends, like you and I. But we're siblings, too. You have to love a she-cat very much to be her mate. Not like liking a sibling-- that's different. A different kind of love."
"Oh," said Thrushkit, relieved.
"But let's not talk about that," said Rosepaw quickly. "Come on. I'll take you to meet other cats. You should meet your denmates, too."
"Hey! I have denmates!" said Thrushkit in excitement. "Where were they before?" I'll have someone to play with!
Rosepaw took him back to the elders' den, where he met more friendly faces: Runningwolf, Brackenheart, Larchhaven, Brightbriar, and Fallenhawk. Where's Flamewolf, my father? Almost everyone was welcoming him into the Clan. He was no longer feeling intimidated by the sheer greatness of the world. He had cats who liked him, and that shielded him from the darker, colder cats, like Frostpaw, who was already getting a bad feeling about. His stomach turned at the thought of his older brother-- what if they fought in the future? Frostpaw would surely beat him up. That golden tom didn't seem so friendly, either. They're both my brothers. Ugh.
"Hey, Grayfern, are your kits awake? Thrushkit's opened his eyes and I've just taken him to meet some cats. But I think he should meet his peers," Rosepaw said cheerfully, poking her head into the nursery. Thrushkit peered in. Shellsong was fast asleep, but the other queens looked at him with interest. Who was Grayfern?
"Hello, Rosepaw. Ah, Thrushkit. Your eyes are beautiful. They're just like your father's." A gray she-cat smiled softly down at him, and he tipped his head to look at her.
"Well, have fun!" Rosepaw exclaimed. "Father wants me on patrol right now." she pointed her tail towards a sturdy-looking, muscular ginger-and-white tom who was standing in the distance. Thrushkit tilted his head.
"That's Flamewolf? Can I go say hi?"
"Ah, that's not Flamewolf. That's my father, Snowfall."
"But I thought we were siblings."
"Yeah, we are. We share the same mother, Shellsong, you know? But our fathers are different. Shellsong has two mates. 'Bye! I gotta go."
Two mates? Doesn't it make it harder to love the two mates? confused, Thrushkit decided to let the feeling go (it was probably not understandable at the moment), and turned back to Grayfern.
"Are you a queen, too?"
"Yes, I am, little bird."
"Do you have kits, too?"
"Yes, I do. Come out here, kits. Thrushkit's opened his eyes," said Grayfern cheerfully, glancing behind her.
"Huh? Oh, hey!" A long-haired silvery she-cat clambered out from behind Grayfern. She had climbed onto her mother's back, and tumbled down with a cheerful yowl, landing in front of Thrushkit. "Hi!" she exclaimed. "I'm Cinderkit."
"Cinderkit, don't do that," scolded Grayfern, frowning. "It's dangerous, and annoying to me."
"Sorry," the silver she-cat muttered. Turning back to Thrushkit, she flashed him a smile. She's pretty! I like her. Does that mean--
"And I'm Blazekit!" yelled another she-kit, bouncing out of the grass and skidding to stand beside her sister. "Wait, there's another one of us. Where's Emberkit? EMBERKIT! THRUSHKIT'S OPENED HIS EYES!" she hollered, peering behind her mother, who scowled.
"Shut up, you nearly made me jump out of my fur," muttered another she-cat, slinking out. She smiled softly at Thrushkit, who was beginning to feel overwhelmed. So these were his denmates? Um...
"Too loud," muttered Grayfern. Totally agree.
"Oh come on," said Shellsong, who had woken up. She was watching Thrushkit with enormous affection, and he flashed her a silly look.
"What?" said the older queen, also watching Thrushkit. "You'd think she-cats might be a little more... er, mature."
"They're just kits," said Shellsong, still amused. "Let them have some fun before they grow up, hm?"
"Swiftblossom and Pinetail are both almost seventeen moons old, and they still act like kits. Eh, I'm just counting on Stonekit to pull through for our family."
"Don't say that!" said Shellsong. Cinderkit, Emberkit, and Blazekit glanced up at their mother, who looked as if she was trying extremely hard not to look back. She kept her gaze hard, staring at Shellsong in the eyes.
"What's going on?" yawned a fourth cat, joining the congregation of kits. This time it was a tom, and only Emberkit smiled at him, though it looked forced onto her face. Ugh. Is he a jerk, too? I hope he hasn't met Frostpaw already.
"Ah, Stonekit! Come meet Thrushkit," said Grayfern, affectionately nudging the tom with her nose.
"Hi," said Thrushkit uncertainly. The sisters were beginning to look grumpy; Cinderkit and Emberkit were huddled closer together, and Blazekit scowled from behind Grayfern's head. Stonekit caught the look, rolled his eyes, and smirked at Thrushkit, tipping his chin in acknowledgement of his existence.
"Hey."
"Kits, why don't you take Thrushkit out to play?" said Grayfern, sweeping all four of her kits towards the entrance with her tail. Thrushkit had to jump aside to avoid getting hit by Blazekit.
"Fine, whatever," muttered Cinderkit, stumbling a bit. Grayfern turned back to talk to the other queens. Thrushkit watched Cinderkit look back sadly at her mother, who was talking loudly about Stonekit. "She doesn't like us."
"I can tell," Thrushkit said, beginning to feel sorry for the she-cats. Stonekit wasn't at all like Frostpaw or Goldenpaw, but he gave Thrushkit the same bad feeling. While Frostpaw and Goldenpaw were harshly honest about everything, Stonekit seemed distant and detached. You're not cool. You just look like a loser trying to be cool. And you don't even pay attention to your own sisters. That makes you lame, like my own brothers.
"I don't want to," Stonekit said, returning to the nursery. Thrushkit felt a spike of annoyance as he watched the other tom saunter away. "I don't play with she-cats. Come on, Thrushkit."
"No, thanks," Thrushkit called after him, making the gray tom turn in surprise. "I'll go with these she-cats. You can do what you want."
"Ha! I guess we're awesome after all," said Blazekit, flashing Thrushkit a grateful grin. He smiled back, flicking his tail.
"So what first?"
"When are they coming?" asked Thrushkit, tipping his head towards Shellsong. His fur had been groomed over ten times by his mother, and now it was glossy and shining. The twigs that had gotten stuck in his fur after his tussle with Blazekit had been pulled out and were lying in a pile beside them. Excitement coursed through him. He'd only been past the nursery entrance and around camp once, and that was with Rosepaw on his first day, nearly one-and-a-half moons ago. Now, his father and Snowfall were going to come and visit him.
"Hey, hey!" two ginger-and-white toms, both with yellow-green eyes, pushed in through the nursery. "Thrushkit, hello!"
"Hi!" squeaked Thrushkit, bouncing up and down. He recognized Snowfall, who Rosepaw had pointed out to him. The paler tom must be Flamewolf. "Hi! Hi!"
"Aw, he's cute, Shellsong," said Snowfall pleasantly, letting Thrushkit grab onto his large, white forepaw. Flamewolf looked on quietly, with affection on his face. Thrushkit looked him up and down, and blinked. Shellsong gave both toms an affectionate lick on the cheek.
He was surprised at how skinny, and small, his father was; Snowfall's large and bulky appearance easily dwarfed him. But Flamewolf only smiled at his son, and moved forward to get a better look Thrushkit glanced back uncertainly. It's probably rude to ask why Flamewolf's so small. I don't want to be a Frostpaw.
"We've got to go," Flamewolf muttered, turning away. "Moonclaw said she wanted us on the evening patrol. Let's go, Snowfall."
Snowfall crouched down in front of Thrushkit. "'Bye, little thrush! I'll see you later! Come find me in the warriors' den." he flicked his tail in a cat-wink, and padded off behind Flamewolf. Are they always that busy? Aw. He looked after them sadly, but Shellsong patted his back with her tail.
"Snowfall'll take you out sometime."
"But what about Flamewolf?"
"He loves you too, but he's a very important warrior, and he has more duties to attend to," said Shellsong gently. "But he doesn't forget you."
"Oh, then. I'll just find my denmates to play with." He didn't have to look far; Cinderkit, Emberkit, and Blazekit were half-hidden in the tall grass, and had been peering at Thrushkit's meeting with Flamewolf and Snowfall with jealousy.
"At least a parent loves you," grunted Cinderkit unhappily. "All Grayfern and Aspenheart have eyes for is Stonekit."
"And you have three parents," said Emberkit, looking dejected.
"We hail you," said the deputy, bending her head to press her nose onto Thrushkit's head, "future warrior of WhisperClan. I have no doubt that you will be a dutiful and noble warrior. Flamewolf and Shellsong are both spectacular warriors." Icestar nodded in agreement.
Wow! They like my parents! And they like me! Will I get to be deputy someday? There's so many cats to chose from.
"Well, it was nice meeting you," said Icestar, flicking his tail. "We must go to StormClan territory. There is something we have to discuss with them..."
Aw, just when it was getting nice. "'Bye, then," said Thrushkit and Rosepaw together. They watched the two traverse through the tall grass and disappear.
"Are they mates?" asked Thrushkit in mild interest. Did leaders pick their mates to be the deputy? It seemed grossly unfair. If a she-cat and a tomcat like each other, they're mates, right? Ew. Does that mean if I like Rosepaw I have to be her--
"No," Rosepaw said in amusement. "They're not mates. They're just friends, like you and I. But we're siblings, too. You have to love a she-cat very much to be her mate. Not like liking a sibling-- that's different. A different kind of love."
"Oh," said Thrushkit, relieved.
"But let's not talk about that," said Rosepaw quickly. "Come on. I'll take you to meet other cats. You should meet your denmates, too."
"Hey! I have denmates!" said Thrushkit in excitement. "Where were they before?" I'll have someone to play with!
Rosepaw took him back to the elders' den, where he met more friendly faces: Runningwolf, Brackenheart, Larchhaven, Brightbriar, and Fallenhawk. Where's Flamewolf, my father? Almost everyone was welcoming him into the Clan. He was no longer feeling intimidated by the sheer greatness of the world. He had cats who liked him, and that shielded him from the darker, colder cats, like Frostpaw, who was already getting a bad feeling about. His stomach turned at the thought of his older brother-- what if they fought in the future? Frostpaw would surely beat him up. That golden tom didn't seem so friendly, either. They're both my brothers. Ugh.
"Hey, Grayfern, are your kits awake? Thrushkit's opened his eyes and I've just taken him to meet some cats. But I think he should meet his peers," Rosepaw said cheerfully, poking her head into the nursery. Thrushkit peered in. Shellsong was fast asleep, but the other queens looked at him with interest. Who was Grayfern?
"Hello, Rosepaw. Ah, Thrushkit. Your eyes are beautiful. They're just like your father's." A gray she-cat smiled softly down at him, and he tipped his head to look at her.
"Well, have fun!" Rosepaw exclaimed. "Father wants me on patrol right now." she pointed her tail towards a sturdy-looking, muscular ginger-and-white tom who was standing in the distance. Thrushkit tilted his head.
"That's Flamewolf? Can I go say hi?"
"Ah, that's not Flamewolf. That's my father, Snowfall."
"But I thought we were siblings."
"Yeah, we are. We share the same mother, Shellsong, you know? But our fathers are different. Shellsong has two mates. 'Bye! I gotta go."
Two mates? Doesn't it make it harder to love the two mates? confused, Thrushkit decided to let the feeling go (it was probably not understandable at the moment), and turned back to Grayfern.
"Are you a queen, too?"
"Yes, I am, little bird."
"Do you have kits, too?"
"Yes, I do. Come out here, kits. Thrushkit's opened his eyes," said Grayfern cheerfully, glancing behind her.
"Huh? Oh, hey!" A long-haired silvery she-cat clambered out from behind Grayfern. She had climbed onto her mother's back, and tumbled down with a cheerful yowl, landing in front of Thrushkit. "Hi!" she exclaimed. "I'm Cinderkit."
"Cinderkit, don't do that," scolded Grayfern, frowning. "It's dangerous, and annoying to me."
"Sorry," the silver she-cat muttered. Turning back to Thrushkit, she flashed him a smile. She's pretty! I like her. Does that mean--
"And I'm Blazekit!" yelled another she-kit, bouncing out of the grass and skidding to stand beside her sister. "Wait, there's another one of us. Where's Emberkit? EMBERKIT! THRUSHKIT'S OPENED HIS EYES!" she hollered, peering behind her mother, who scowled.
"Shut up, you nearly made me jump out of my fur," muttered another she-cat, slinking out. She smiled softly at Thrushkit, who was beginning to feel overwhelmed. So these were his denmates? Um...
"Too loud," muttered Grayfern. Totally agree.
"Oh come on," said Shellsong, who had woken up. She was watching Thrushkit with enormous affection, and he flashed her a silly look.
"What?" said the older queen, also watching Thrushkit. "You'd think she-cats might be a little more... er, mature."
"They're just kits," said Shellsong, still amused. "Let them have some fun before they grow up, hm?"
"Swiftblossom and Pinetail are both almost seventeen moons old, and they still act like kits. Eh, I'm just counting on Stonekit to pull through for our family."
"Don't say that!" said Shellsong. Cinderkit, Emberkit, and Blazekit glanced up at their mother, who looked as if she was trying extremely hard not to look back. She kept her gaze hard, staring at Shellsong in the eyes.
"What's going on?" yawned a fourth cat, joining the congregation of kits. This time it was a tom, and only Emberkit smiled at him, though it looked forced onto her face. Ugh. Is he a jerk, too? I hope he hasn't met Frostpaw already.
"Ah, Stonekit! Come meet Thrushkit," said Grayfern, affectionately nudging the tom with her nose.
"Hi," said Thrushkit uncertainly. The sisters were beginning to look grumpy; Cinderkit and Emberkit were huddled closer together, and Blazekit scowled from behind Grayfern's head. Stonekit caught the look, rolled his eyes, and smirked at Thrushkit, tipping his chin in acknowledgement of his existence.
"Hey."
"Kits, why don't you take Thrushkit out to play?" said Grayfern, sweeping all four of her kits towards the entrance with her tail. Thrushkit had to jump aside to avoid getting hit by Blazekit.
"Fine, whatever," muttered Cinderkit, stumbling a bit. Grayfern turned back to talk to the other queens. Thrushkit watched Cinderkit look back sadly at her mother, who was talking loudly about Stonekit. "She doesn't like us."
"I can tell," Thrushkit said, beginning to feel sorry for the she-cats. Stonekit wasn't at all like Frostpaw or Goldenpaw, but he gave Thrushkit the same bad feeling. While Frostpaw and Goldenpaw were harshly honest about everything, Stonekit seemed distant and detached. You're not cool. You just look like a loser trying to be cool. And you don't even pay attention to your own sisters. That makes you lame, like my own brothers.
"I don't want to," Stonekit said, returning to the nursery. Thrushkit felt a spike of annoyance as he watched the other tom saunter away. "I don't play with she-cats. Come on, Thrushkit."
"No, thanks," Thrushkit called after him, making the gray tom turn in surprise. "I'll go with these she-cats. You can do what you want."
"Ha! I guess we're awesome after all," said Blazekit, flashing Thrushkit a grateful grin. He smiled back, flicking his tail.
"So what first?"
"When are they coming?" asked Thrushkit, tipping his head towards Shellsong. His fur had been groomed over ten times by his mother, and now it was glossy and shining. The twigs that had gotten stuck in his fur after his tussle with Blazekit had been pulled out and were lying in a pile beside them. Excitement coursed through him. He'd only been past the nursery entrance and around camp once, and that was with Rosepaw on his first day, nearly one-and-a-half moons ago. Now, his father and Snowfall were going to come and visit him.
"Hey, hey!" two ginger-and-white toms, both with yellow-green eyes, pushed in through the nursery. "Thrushkit, hello!"
"Hi!" squeaked Thrushkit, bouncing up and down. He recognized Snowfall, who Rosepaw had pointed out to him. The paler tom must be Flamewolf. "Hi! Hi!"
"Aw, he's cute, Shellsong," said Snowfall pleasantly, letting Thrushkit grab onto his large, white forepaw. Flamewolf looked on quietly, with affection on his face. Thrushkit looked him up and down, and blinked. Shellsong gave both toms an affectionate lick on the cheek.
He was surprised at how skinny, and small, his father was; Snowfall's large and bulky appearance easily dwarfed him. But Flamewolf only smiled at his son, and moved forward to get a better look Thrushkit glanced back uncertainly. It's probably rude to ask why Flamewolf's so small. I don't want to be a Frostpaw.
"We've got to go," Flamewolf muttered, turning away. "Moonclaw said she wanted us on the evening patrol. Let's go, Snowfall."
Snowfall crouched down in front of Thrushkit. "'Bye, little thrush! I'll see you later! Come find me in the warriors' den." he flicked his tail in a cat-wink, and padded off behind Flamewolf. Are they always that busy? Aw. He looked after them sadly, but Shellsong patted his back with her tail.
"Snowfall'll take you out sometime."
"But what about Flamewolf?"
"He loves you too, but he's a very important warrior, and he has more duties to attend to," said Shellsong gently. "But he doesn't forget you."
"Oh, then. I'll just find my denmates to play with." He didn't have to look far; Cinderkit, Emberkit, and Blazekit were half-hidden in the tall grass, and had been peering at Thrushkit's meeting with Flamewolf and Snowfall with jealousy.
"At least a parent loves you," grunted Cinderkit unhappily. "All Grayfern and Aspenheart have eyes for is Stonekit."
"And you have three parents," said Emberkit, looking dejected.