Don't Blink [Tagged]

[Twineheart]

Ambrose Wolf Avery Wolf Dyzzie

Moons had passed since the eventful birthing of Willowbranch's 7 kits. Now they were nearly apprentice age, and waiting on a ceremony any day now. It was amazing how time flew and how the kits changed. Especially one kit, Creekkit. From day one the tom had shown an abnormally clingy nature towards his mother. He refused to leave her side, for moons even when the other kits were off exploring. but at last after a lot of convincing he discovered that leaving Willowbranch's side wasn't such a bad thing. No it could actually be fun, exploring the Leafclan camp.

So now the lilac tom with his patchwork of white and silver tabby markings, sat outside the nursery lapping a paw. The brilliant greenleaf sun shining on his face, highlighting gleaming green gaze. Showing off the boredom that hung in his eyes, as he looked around for signs of his siblings or anyone who might want to play.

[Ambrose]

Willowbranch slept. She could not express the delight a good nap gave her; looking after her seven kits was tiring work, much more so than being the deputy.
She sneezed occasionally, due to her tailtip tickling her nose; this brought great joy to Hawkkit and Owlkit, the little shecats laughing greatly. 

but they were getting tired of watching their mother sleep; they longed for a hit of fresh air and sunshine. To satisfy this surging feeling, the girls followed their brother outside. "Creekkit! Creekkit!" Owlkit, the blind, polydactyl kit, cried, tripping over a tree's root. "Ouch!" she yelped, getting up again and giving herself a few licks. "So what do-" Her words were cut off by her sudden surprise as her sister, Hawkkit, hurled herself at Creekkit, aiming to bowl him over. "We fight!" Hawkkit squeaked. 

[Twineheart]

Creekkit turns around swiftly when the familiar voices of his sisters Hawkkit and Owlkit reach his ears. He beams at them green eyes shining happily as they come charging in his direction. His face however falls to a worried frown when Owlkit fell over. " Are you alright?" He asks taking a few paw steps forward, but he like Owlkit is cut off by Hawkkit, however it was more than words. She tackled him over, causing him to squeak with surprise. " Hawkkit!" He exclaims a little exasperatedly. He wasn't a very playful kit, never had been. Even less so now that they neared their apprentice ceremonies.

" Isn't there anything else we could do?" He asks looking up at her. His green gaze flicking back to Owlkit who still sat grooming her fur after tripping. " We're getting a little old for play fighting." He points out, his tail tip flickering against the ground.

Ambrose Wolf Avery Dyzzie