New Sprouts Are The Best Sprouts[O]

One of the first priorities on his list once they returned home was to rebuild, and possibly expand, the nursery. Partially because kits and queens had to be taken care of first, but also because there was so many of them. It seemed as if on the journey back the number of kits had doubled, and he couldn't be glader that they were finally home. The thought of one of them going missing on the journey scared him to his core, and he found himself still doing head counts though they were no longer in the mountains.

The nursery was finally finished this morning, bramble bushes creating a strong wall against the light snow that coated the rest of camp. Sootstorm slipped into the nursery, a large rabbit clamped in his jaws. He could still remember his own kits when they were still in the nursery, and sure enough, the current situation of the nursery was as chaotic as back then. The deputy dropped the rabbit at the queens' paws and looked over at the kits. Their mothers must be exhausted from trying to keep them in check. Perhaps he should take them off their mothers' paws for a little while. "Alright, who wants to learn some battle moves?" He called out, a grin on his face. He had yet to meet a kit who would refuse that offer.

His call was swiftly heeded by two tom-kits; one was a bright and energetic ginger-and-white tabby who looked no more than a moon old and instantly tried to climb up one of his legs like a squirrel(or a leech, judging from the way he sank his kit-sharp claws into the deputy's legs), and the other was a black-and-white kit who looked a little older than the ginger tabby, who had introduced himself as Sunkit through a series of confusing questions. Sootstorm unfortunately did know the name of the second kit, though he wished he had done so out of curiousity rather than concern. Cricketkit had been born with a missing leg, and his future had caused long discussions between him, Tigerstar and Daisyfang ever since he was born. The question still remained unanswered, though now Sootstorm wondered if he should try to see how Cricketkit was holding up. Sootstorm gently shook Sunkit off his leg, and answered his question with a warm purr, "My name is Sootstorm. I'm WindClan's deputy." He turned to Cricketkit, observant gaze masked by friendliness. He beckoned the kit forward, eyes watching exactly how the tom-kit moved. "Yes, I was offering to teach the two of you battle moves, if you'd like," He said simply.