Softkit 1st post

Softkit squirmed around the nursery he poked at his sleeping siblings hoping to play with them... he had a hard time sleeping.

He smiled at his mother Appledapple "hi mom! good morning!" he said happy.

Fire'kit woke up and said to her brother " good morning Soft'kit!" She hopped to her mom " Good morning mom!"

She was very happy so she was jumping around and fell on her face.

Softkit giggled happy to have someone to play with. Seeing a mossball nearby he tossed it to his sister.

"here catch!" he meowed playfully as he giggled.

He picked up a second mossball and threw it at appledapple. It softly bonked her on the head . "haha.... sorry mom!" he giggles

Fire'kit moved away when moss ball was about to hit her. She stopped ball with her tail, so it doesn't hit her siblings.

"You catch!" with that she threw it at her brother

Appledapple was not used to this whole mother thing. She hadn't birthed these kits, whatever the rest of the Clan may want to believe. They weren't hers. They were noisy and smelly and full of so much energy she didn't know where to start. However, she did her best to tolerate them. She would not yell at a kit. Ever. Sometimes she might be a little gruff with them, and push them off to go play elsewhere. But she tried to be at least polite, if not kind.

However, they really tried her patience.

A wan smile touched her mouth as two of her kits ran off to start playing, glad to have a moment of reprieve. However... a soft bonk on top of her head brought her sharply back to her reality. A quick apology, a thoughtless laugh, and the kits were back to their game. Appledapple stifled the growl that had almost instinctively entered her throat. They are kits. What is wrong with me? I'm not cut out to be a queen.... Still, her ear flicked irritably. "Tell you what," she spoke up, addressing the playing kits with as much softness in her voice as she could muster, "why not go see how your father is doing? I'm sure he could use the company." She couldn't be the only one dealing with this. They were Stoatfur's responsibility too.

Softkit's eyes widen "great idea mom!" he ran over to her and nuzzled her. He had no idea how angry she was or annoyed she had gotten from all this. The ball hitting her head was just a game to him and he had no idea how she fealt. In his world he was playing with his sister and loving caring mother who could do no wrong in his eyes.

"Hey mom! Come check out my hunting crouch!" he begged her for attention as he slunk low to the ground practicing.... it was a very awkward hunting crouch and his tail was twitching held way to high for any practical use. He pounced and snatched a leaf in his paws. He held it up for his mother to see. "See? Pretty good huh?" he purred...

"When I grow up im gonna be a strong warrior like you mom!" he giggled at the thought.

He then looked around for his father ... DAAAADDDDDD he yelled at the top of his lungs MOM SAYS YOU WANT COMPANY!!!!! he looked around for him.

after a couple of seconds of no response he bounded back over to his mother "I cant wait to be an apprentice! maybe you will me my mentor?" he asked pawing at her playfully like kittens do.

"oooohhh that would be so much fun... maybe you could show me some fighting moves early?" he asked her "pleaaseeeee?" she poked at her begging looking up at her all wide eyed. "I bet you are the best fighter in all ThunderClan" he pumped his paw up in the air and did some swipes with his paws that he thought looked pretty cool... to any onlooking experienced warrior it would look like he was doing a funky dance of some sort and flailing about.

Reedkit was sitting outside the nursery and watching his siblings drive his mother nuts. He loved Softkit and Firekit, but they honestly looked like a group of insane squirrels running around and screaming. He laughed softly to himself at that thought. Getting to his paws, he dragged a hole to Appledapple’s paws. “Do you like voles, mama?” He asked softly, not wanting to ruin her hearing anymore than his siblings had done. His blue eyes were wide and innocent as he starred at his mother. He wanted nothing but to have his mother’s approval, not matter how hard he has to try.

Shimmerkit awoke to the sounds of playing kits filling the nursery. Its always soooo loud in here... he thought to himself. He shivered, in spite of the thick branches and moss insulating the nursery. Leafbare was all he and his siblings had lived through, and for all he knew, the elders had made up the other seasons.

He sighed, trying not to focus on his stomach angrily rumbling its complaints at him. There was never enough to eat. He couldn't wait to be an apprentice, to hunt, to fight, to do something about it.

That heroic train of thought had him puffed up with pride until he realized.
He was terrified of leaving the nursery.

He didn't want to ever leave his mother's sight, he didn't want to leave the comfortable moss of the nursery, he was too timid to even play with his siblings. And here he was, briefly fantasizing about slaughtering prey and defending his clan's territory. How pathetic.

He shrank sullenly into the darkest corner of the room, his dull gray fur blending in with the shadows. What an ironic thing, naming me "Shimmer"kit, when I'm this dull colored he mused. He was told his father had thought of the name, saying that when his eyes had opened, he'd been "inspired by their brilliant blue shine" and named him for them in spite of his drab coat. He said he was special, that he would grow up to be a great hero of the clan. Father said a lot of things. He was deputy to be fair. Shimmerkit guessed that saying a lot of things came with that job. His dad would be a great leader someday.

Thinking about his dad was comforting. Maybe he'll lead me into battle someday.. Yeah. That would make him a lot braver. He smiled and tried to fall back to sleep.