Life after Death (closed)

Sitting outside the nursery with his eyes closed and tail wrapped neatly around his small paws, was Tinystar. While Leafbare, the sun sat high in the mid-day sky, warming the land. A cool breeze swept through the camp, sending a shiver up his spine as he sat in silence. Only just a sunrise or so ago, all five clans had battled against Lichenmask and his followers. Luckily for them, StarClan had still seemed to be on their side and so they'd been victorious, although many of his clanmates who'd fought held serious injuries, in which Mintwhisker and Amberpaw did their jobs and took care of as best as possible. But, amongst all the death and destruction that had gone down, his family and clan had still been blessed with the joys life.

Last Moonhigh, when Silverpelt was released from the scarlet grasp of Lichenmask's power and shown high up in the darkness of the night sky, his beloved mate, Moonlight, had given birth to four beautiful she-kits and a healthy tom, in which they named Softkit, Swankit, Ravenkit, Lambkit, and Leafkit. The first four kits were strong and healthy, as most newborns were, but Leafkit hadn't been so fortunet, and had been born sick and frail, which of course worried Tinystar. But, thanks to their wonderful Medicine cat, Mintwhisker, he had faith that his youngest kit would be fine, as long as she took the herbs she was given, no matter how bitter they were.

Leafkit didn't really want to move out of the nursery, but she reluctantly wobbled her way to where her father was and plopped down. It was cold, and way too bright out here. The poor she-kit's breath was raspy and strained, but she made an attempt to look up at her father, almost to say 'look! I did it!' but she didn't really say it out loud.

Swankit blinked, her eyes wide, as she crept out of the nursery. Up above, sunlight beamed through needled leaves, and cast interesting shadows on the ground that swayed gently in the cold wind. She wrinkled her nose slightly at the unfamiliar scent of the forest, slightly sharp with the occasional pine tree and the strange cold smell that layered everything. Tottering forwards some more, her nose lifted as she gaped up above at the blue, blue sky, she found herself almost blundering into Leafkit and her father, who seemed huge compared to her small body.
"Sorry," She mewed gently to her littermate, giving her a swift lick on the ear like she'd seen their mother do, and gazing up at Tinystar with wide ice-blue eyes.

Softkit walked out of the nursery, a wide grin plastered across his face. He did some strange bounce-skip-prance combination in one of his steps, simply trying to express how perfectly content he was at that exact moment in time. There was no reason for it, of course, and he tripped and fell immediately afterwards, but he didn't mind. He just got back up again and did the same thing on his way to his father. He stumbled a little when he stopped and ended up bumping into his dad (completely accidentally, for he instantly felt guilty afterwards) and came to a halt. "Hi dad!" He mewed, in a high, squeaky voice that was full of excitement. His excitement had a reason, of course - he was here! How could anyone not be excited at all times?

Lambkit strut over to where her father was from the nursery. She was a gorgeous all white She-Cat with bi-colored eyes. She would argue, if you asked her, she was the prettiest.

Hearing some rustling coming from the nursery, Tinystar turned to see his kits emerge from the den where they'd most likely been sleeping just moments ago. Letting out a purr from deep in his throat, the small leader greeted his kits with a smile. "Hello little ones," he purred as he leaned down to rub his cheek again Softkit's small face.

OOC: shortness, pls forgive ;;

Swankit smiled back as their father leaned down and nuzzled her brother. To the side, a pile of old moss caught her eye, and she turned to Leafkit, a sparkle in her eyes. "Look at that! Let's go have a look!"
Scampering off a couple of steps, she turned back to her sister with an encouraging look, waiting for her to follow.

(ooc: I think my brain's died, I seriously can't think of anything to post)