there’s giants beyond the wall [semi-open]

Forest Speak
Feral Speak

Gekala had blessed the forest this moon! Qualprowler and Vinecrawler had become mates, and of course she was the most excited for the two of them. Her mentor and the tom she considered kin were happy together, and now they had a little family of their own. The little kittens that rested in the nursery would be the strongest warriors ThunderClan would ever see, they just knew it. Silverdusk had memorised all their names, and their meanings. All so perfect, so well chosen, as if she’d expect anything less from the two cats that had guided them into being the warrior she was. Adderkit and Bearkit for their strength, Blackkit for her patterns, Lakekit for the place where Quailprowler and Vinecrawler first bonded and Sillykit (which Quailprowler had taken to affectionately calling goose) after Wiggleworm. Of course, the tall warrior would be calling Sillykit by the name that honoured their favourite cat. Goose was a name coined by his mother, and they would let her have that, plus she would not wish to disrespect the honour that came with his name.

The kits had just begun to take their first steps outside of the nursery, soon they would be leading patrols around the whole forest! Silverdusk hoped she would also be granted the opportunity to guide one of these kits as their mentor, but in their excitement for her kin she was probably getting too excitable. The silver she-cat approached the nursery and crouched low to peer in at the kits. Oh, they were just so cute! A bright smile split their maw. “Hello little warriors! Would you like to come and play with your aunt Silver?” they purred “Surely you do not wish to spend all day in the nursery, I would not! And you’re all very big, perhaps this is nursery is too small for my nieces and nephews and you’re all becoming big warriors. Come on, the sun is high, let us have fun!”

Forest Speak
Feral Speak

Blackkit had been sitting up straight, eyes closed, face towards the sun as she let her black pelt absorb all the warmth that the great star provided. She had heard the start of the commotion of their aunt approaching, and Adderkit already trying to steal away their family for herself. "You can't steal Auntie Silver all for yourself!" The black kit huffed.

"And I would much rather do some sparring or something like that, not hunting. Being battle ready is more important!" Food was important to, but the weaker cats could catch that. It was up to her and her siblings to be ready to defend the clan, they were going to be the strongest after all.

Forest Speak
Feral Speak

"I think Auntie has time for all of us." Lakekit muttered, trying to hide a tired yawn. Though, he failed miserably, and his pink mouth stretched wide. "I think we should get to go see the base of those uh--" He paused, trying to remember the word. He knew it in forest speak but not feral speak. His ears flattened, trying to recall it. "--tall plants that we can see from here." He nodded toward the oak trees just past the camp's entrance. Since there were little plants in the actual camp, the tom was curious to see what the big structures looked like down below. Bouncing to his feet, the kit held his head up high. "Let's go!" His unwieldy paws did not follow his motion, catching behind each other in a jumbled mess as the tom face-planted into the sandy camp floor. Huffing in frustration, he scrambled to his paws and refused to look any cat in the eye.

Stupid paws, stupid trees, stupid floor.

Forest Speak
Feral Speak

"Be careful, Lakekit!" Shouldering her way through the pack came Bearkit, a serious expression on her tiny, round face as she squeaked bossily at her brother. "Silverdusk is the warrior, she decides where to go." Turning to her sister, she summoned the meanest face she could muster. "And out of all of us, why would she want to train you, anyway?"
Satisfied with her chiding, the little molly turned at last to stare up at Silverdusk with obvious adoration, eager to speak her mind. "I think Shellkit is right! Once we beat papa, I bet we could do anything. We could even try fighting mama." She shuffled her large paws on the soft dirt floor of the nursery, envisioning her sharp warrior's claws. "Well... maybe not mama," she amended, "but any other warrior!" She was beyond excited at the prospect of finally sharpening her battle skills– it would take some serious training if she wanted to impress Quailprowler and the rest of her family.