New Members of the Clan [OPEN]

The little calico she-cat's mind was lost in thoughts. Blizzardshell was busy in patrols, as usual, while she was staying in the nursery. After the loss of Finchkit... of Hawkpaw... something inside changed. She couldn't allow leaving an orphaned kitten alone. Finchkit... her death didn't need to happen but the chaos of the flood and the aftermath was too much for her and now she was gone. But now, Hailsong already knew how to be a mother and if no she-cat could take care of these kits with no parents, then she would gladly take the spot. Those little warriors... they deserved a future in Riverclan. Mistlepaw was blessed with being a medicine cat apprentice... hopefully Starclan will let Stormkit and Pebblekit follow the warrior's path just like she did in the past.

Grooming the last messy hair of Stormkit's forehead, the she-cat smiled at her two, adopted kits. Today, they were big enough to leave the camp, just like Scorchclaw's kits. "I hope you're ready, sweeties, because today we are going to explore the camp and we will meet your older sister." She purred.

At the sound of her foster mother's voice, Pebblekit stretched sleepily, then jolted up like a spring, her pale eyes shining. At last, a chance to explore and meet her clanmates! The nursery had a soft, soothing atmosphere, but Pebblekit had felt cooped up for so long that the warm feeling was starting to wear off, and the nursery felt cramped and stuffy. She was dying for something, anything new.

    Bouncing up and down with enthusiasm (and sending up numerous clouds of dust), she nudged her sister joyfully. "Get up Stormkit, Mom says we can go explore camp!"

Hawkkit slept the morning away, rousing when his adopted siblings arose beside him and shifted. He brought his paws up to bring them over his ears and blinked open his eyes only to close them quickly. The light into the den was too bright for his sensitive eyes but he would brave it, blinking them open again and pushing himself into a sitting position. He let out a little yawn and peered at his sibling's rather entirely different looking pelts than his. "Pebblekit." He whined, "Calm down, it's so early."