And Then There Was Three [OPEN]

Three beautiful kits again. Cedarstorm as an experienced queen already knew all about nursing so she wasn't worried or nervous about that. She opened her blue eyes in the dark nursery and looked down at the small cats moving next to her warm belly. They were big enough to see, walk and talk but they hadn't seen yet the life outside the nursery where they had grown. The senior warrior purred exhausted but happy and she nuzzled the head of Aspenkit gently. "Come on. It's time to wake up, my kits. Today is important." She said stretching her fluffy tail so her kittens could start moving in the nest.

One of Aspenkit's fluffy gray tabby ears twitched in his sleep as he unconsciously felt his mother nuzzle him, the comforting tone of her warm voice managing to rouse him.  Blinking open his vivid green eyes slowly, he glanced around for a moment before realizing what had happened.  Oh...we're getting up...  Twisting his head around to gaze at Ceadrstorm with a slight look of annoyance, the small tabby kit rose to his paws and extended his spine in a long stretch.  In a somewhat bored way, he prodded the nearest sibling with a front paw and mumbled in a strangely gruff voice for such a young kit; "Come on."

A small mottled brown-and-black ball of fur nestled in her mother's side, snuggling close as she slept. As she heard Cedarstorm's voice, the kit yawned, opening her tiny maw wide as the air rushed in. Despite her sleepiness, she was immediately awake after hearing the word "important". Her big, pale green eyes shot open. "Important? Mom, do I get to be an apprentice today?" Like all kits, she did nothing but dream of the day that she was given a mentor to teach her the ways of being a warrior, to prove her loyalty to ShadowClan... With a squeak, Brushkit catapulted out of the nest, landing hard on the floor. "Is it my ceremony?!"

Stonekit's little face stretched into a great yawn as he woke. He gave a tiny huff as Aspenkit poked him and playfully moved to squish his brother into their nest. "What are we doing, mama?" Like his siblings' own, the young tom's green eyes focused on his mother with intense curiosity. His grey-black fur wasn't quite like Cedarstorm's in color, but perhaps in shape. He was certainly as fluffy. All that fur was partially hiding his littermate from view and Stonekit giggled quietly.