Fambamily (tagged)

[Icestorm]

Antpaw pushed his head into the nursery looking for his mother. The small apprentice wanted to just have a talk with her, and Thrushpaw wanted to be with the kits. Antpaw wouldn't admit it, but he wanted to see the kits too. After all ever since their parent's fight, they had tried to avoid both for the most part, give them their space. If Antpaw and Thrushpaw had to pick the scariest thing in Starclan, it was an angry Thornfur and Birdheart.

"Birdheart?" A scratchy voice called out.

A deeper, hushed voiced whispered, "Are you sure she is in here?"

"Where else is she going to be? She has kits you mousebrain," with a sigh Antpaw looked around again, "This is why you let me do the talking." Thrushpaw opened his mouth to retort back to his smaller brother, but decided it was just easier to let him go. After all Antpaw was the one to usually talk, he always talked. but this was their mother, Thrushpaw wanted to talk to her too, and the kits.

Echo Midnight Wolf Legit Roselocke

[Echo]

(I guess the kits are a moon or two old by now)

Birdheart was resting, but not sleeping, when she heard two familiar voices asking for her.
"I'm right here" she flicked her tail to show them where she was. She smiled at her two succesful sons.
"What brings you to the nursery?" She asked

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Owlkit heard a new, unfamiliar voice. He looked up and saw two toms standing in the entrance of the nursery. He wanted to shrug it off, just another visitor, but his mother was doing something new that intrigued him.
She was smiling! Him and his siblings had done it many times before, but for the whole time he has been alive he hasn't seen her smile. He also hasn't seen much of his father, and when his father was there he felt alone like his father didn't like him. Something was happening between his parents - he wanted to get to the bottom of it. (*tear* HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND!!!!)

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Troutkit lifted his head, let out a sigh, and went back to sleep. He couldn't care less right now - he was hungry and tired.

[Icestorm]

OOC: that is what I was unsure of and went with these two dorks

Antpaw smiled at his mother. The mommas boy had no shame, Birdheart was number one for him. She always would be. "Just was wondering how you were feeling tod-"

"Can the kits come out into the clearing?" Antpaw turned to his brother with a glare. He told him to let him do the talking. The smaller tom flicked his tail slightly annoyed, but turned back to mother with a smile.

Sweetkit opened her still blue eyes seeing two toms near her nest. She looked to Birdheart questions in her eyes. The kit moved to lay between her mother's front paws, her eyes not moving from the toms. It wasn't until she heard the rather large ask to go out. He kinda reminded her of Thornfur. She began to wonder more about the two toms, "Momma I wanna play!"

[Echo]

Owlkit wanted to play too. but he didn't want to see his father. Something about his father made him uncomfortable. Made him squirm under his skin. Made him want to hide. Why was he so good with the other kits?
but he was also curious to know who these two cats asking to play with them were. No other visitor wanted that. So he chanted too "Yeah can we? can we!?"

Troutkit lifted his head. Playing now sounded better than sleep. He hopped up on his wobbly lil' feet and squirmed around in an attempt to look excited. "Pleeeease?" he whined.

Birdheart looked at her older kits then down at her younger kits. 'Come one Birdheart, they will be safe in the clearing with their brothers. Just... wait. What if the very moment they leave this nursery badgers attack the clan? No! I can't let that happen! Oh but it's just the clearing... but every other time... but! Ugh just let them go. If Thornfur sees them and has a problem with it, let him be the grumpy parent. He's good at that, at least with Owlkit.'
"Yes, but please be careful! Watch them closely!" She told her sons.

[Legit]

Icestorm, Echo. Wasn't sure if to tag the others but I didn't in the end.. Wolf

Hickorykit watched attentively without saying a word as the two newcomers and his mother and siblings talked. His chin rested on Birdheart's back. The toms were sorta interesting, but tiredness began to win out. The young kit's head sagged and eyes closed. The land of sweet dreams was beckoning Hickorykit closer. He began to knead Birdhearts warm back, a low purr vibrating in his tiny throat.

""Momma I wanna play!"
"Yeah can we? can we!?"
"Pleeeease?"

Hickorykit's eyes shot open, and his head perked up.

"Yes, but please be careful! Watch them closely!"

They were gonna play with the two toms? How fun! Hickorykit stood up and moved away from his mother. He peered at the two toms suspiciously. The larger one--the brown tabby--looked kinda like Thornfur. Hickorykit padded up cautiously to that tom, sitting right underneath his head and staring straight up at him. "Who are you?" he asked. A tiny paw shot up to bop the older male on the chin. "You're stinky!" The young dark tabby giggled and darted outside into the camp from under his legs.