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    Olive
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    Myrtlestep- Thunderclan Queen

    The bright calico pelted molly was fast asleep in the nursery, her sides expanding slightly with each breath. The day before had been a rather long one for her, even though the queen hadn’t traveled far. It had been a flurry of excitement, which had made half of her want to join in and the other half, to not. Sometimes Myrtlestep missed her warrior duties, but as a queen, she was still attached, and clung on to her only son, Sparkkit. Ever since which seemed like a blink away, Flameleap was ambushed by a badger attack, and had joined Starclan. The grief still clung to her pelt like dew in the early morning, that she couldn’t shake. But the molly hid it well, by keeping herself busy with her kit. But it was a full moon since Flameleap had died, and she had birthed Sparkkit. From the moment her son was born, she vowed to protect him with her life, even if it cost it. Because it was what she had left of her mate. But it wasn’t Flameleap’s son she had birthed, it was Tigershadow’s. That’s when she got frantic, and it it all snapped into the present. 

    Even the span of time seemed to have an effect on her. Myrtlestep could even see it in herself. Her demeanor had shifted to carefree and bold, to protective and defensive. But she wasn’t a mean cat, and her kindness hadn’t vanished, as she still was friendly. Even Sparkkit had inherited some of her personality, including Flameleaps. For the kit was obedient, and watchful, but at the same time, the young tom could be a bundle of energy. Every day, Myrtlestep would watch him, as he played, and even though he could be clingy to her, he was also curious, and interested in the clan life. She admired that and deep inside knew that Sparkkit would make a great warrior when he grew up. 

    Sparkkit- Thunderclan Kit

    The young white and orange kit stirred in the warm nursery, his small shape cocooned by his mother, Myrtlestep. Her warmth seeped onto his, which he loved because it made him comfy when he went to sleep. His mother’s underbelly fur was fluffy, and Sparkkit would love to curl up in it, her soft pelt wrapped around him. As the early beginnings of the dawn light peeked through the brambles in the nursery, the tom blinked open his eyes, slightly crusted with sleep. Not wanting to disturb Myrtlestep, a huge yawn escaped him, racking his small frame. Sparkkit could feel energy already flowing through his tiny paws, and all he wanted to do was dash around the nursery, and play with the other kits. But he knew it was early, so he only shakily rose to his paws, and shuddered faintly as another yawn was discharged from his small muzzle. Wake up! The kit chittered in his head silently. Before he toppled over from just waking up, Sparkkit dove next to his mother, a huge grin on his face. He couldn’t hold it in any longer.

    “Wake up Mama!” The young tom squeaked, his energy pumping, causing his to curl his tail, and spread his ears out on excitement. Sparkkit launched himself at Myrtlestep, his tiny body bouncing off hers. Landing with an ‘Oomph!’ Sparkkit grinned wider, bouncing over to his mother, and pouncing on her face, his tiny paws pressing against her forehead. Small giggles were erupting from him, as he laughed, happy to be awake, the sun filtering through the warm nursery.

    Myrtlestep- Thunderclan Queen

    The queen snapped open her eyes to see Sparkkit in her face, causing her to lift her head, slightly surprised. Even since the.. day she had been cautious. But Myrtlestep had a smile brightening on her face as her kit stared at her eagerly, his paws pressing against her head. “Good morning goofball.” She purred, as Sparkkit lowered his paws, his tail curled ecstatically. Her amber gaze alight with fondness, scanned his body, noticing the ruffles. Already! Myrtlestep let out a laugh, “Come here honey, your pelt is in every which direction!” She smiled softly as her son bounced over, his tail twitching.

    Soon, the white calico queen had her son pressed next to her nearly similar coat, her tongue slowly rasping over his small body, smoothing the tufts sticking up. The Thunderclan molly loved to groom Sparkkit and she could tell he enjoyed it also, as his haunches wiggled happily. Her purr sounded and deepened as she continued, occasionally closing her eyes as Sparkkit squirmed under her tongue.

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    #8390
    snow
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    t i g e r s h a d o w
    in the nursery with myrtlestep + sparkkit

    It certainly was the changing of seasons, the bitter sting of leaf-fall would turn into the tundra of leaf-bare soon, leaving Tigershadow with a pit deep in his belly. He’d been awake since sun-up and had led the dawn patrol, snagged a rabbit on his way back, and had sent his apprentice off to clean the elder’s den. Twitching his dark ears, the tomcat exited the apprentices den, scooped up the rabbit he’d caught earlier, and began to trot toward his nest only to stop in his tracks. I know, I know, he thought instantly, an audible sigh escaping his black lips. He shouldn’t feast on an entire rabbit when there were hungry queens and kits, so to the protest of his stomach growls, the young tomcat swiveled on his heels and slowly trotted toward the nursery.

    Standing outside the bramble covered den, Tigershadow shuffled his paws awkwardly, the aroma of the hare filling his nostrils. He battled internally on whether he should enter, but when a pair of kits came squealing out and barrelled into him, he decided he needed to at least get out of the way. Grumbling a sorry to the two furballs, the brown tabby warrior inhaled sharply and pushed his way into the den. It was dim and smelled strongly of milk and herbs, though soon the scent of rabbit brought every cat’s attention to him. Feeling hot beneath his pelt, he dipped his head and trotted delicately over to Myrtlestep, dipping his head to set his catch beside her. “Good morning, Myrtlestep,” he rumbled in his deep voice, green eyes narrowed slightly in the darkness.

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    #8404
    Olive
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    Myrtlestep- Thunderclan Queen

    Her son had always made her attitude change in such a small amount of time. He could do almost anything which would cause the corner of her lips to tug into a smile. His energy, and most reasonable energy most likely could brighten anyone’s demeanor. Maybe even the toughest of grumps. The Queen’s pink, rough tongue rasped over the tom-kits’s head, flattening his ears. As she was grooming her son, the scent of a hare flooded her senses, expanding inside the nursery. It mixed with the warm smell of milk, bringing a small rumble to echo from her stomach. Ears perked, a small commotion resounded shortly after, causing the calico she cat to lift her patterned head. Must be a warrior coming with prey, as the accompanying scent was one of a tom. Tigershadow. He was a nice tom, polite, and a respectable warrior. Despite their notable current taughtness between eachother. The past.. couple moons hadn’t been the most pleasant.. Myrtlestep perked her ears, her son doing the same, lifting his head curiously, his small nose extended. When the figure approached her, his low toned, rich meow expressed her name, causing her to smile lightly, the hare beside her flowing through her nostrils. But the smile wasn’t full, the Queen couldn’t bring her lips higher if she tried. 

     “It’s nice to see you Tigershadow. How are you doing?” She asked not wanting to be too eager, and impatient sounding. She tried her best to keep her tone level Her tail flicked slowly as she shifted so she was comfortably settled on all four paws. Her son wiggled under her paws, so she lifted them, watching him creep towards the tom-cat,  his eyes round with interest, at both the hare, and the Shadowclan warrior. The molly gave a light, tight, chuckle.


    Sparkkit- Thunderclan Kit

    The orange pelted kit’s ears were straight up. Someone was here! And he was big, and tall. But Sparkkit was granting suspicious glances at the.. thing the large cat  had brought into his home. The smell of it was weird, he had smelled it once before maybe, and Mama had told him it was a.. Ribbit? Sparkkit then turned his round eyes to the warrior. “What is that?” He demanded eagerly, excitement hinting in his high pitched mews. The tom cat looked back at Mama who dipped her head ever so slightly, and he inched forward, sniffing the ribbit. Rabbit Rubbut? He couldn’t remember but, he wanted answers!

    #8408
    snow
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    t i g e r s h a d o w
    in the nursery with myrtlestep + sparkkit

    At her greeting, the burly male gently set the rabbit near her nest and settled on his haunches a tail length away, dipping his head politely to the pair. “For you,” he stated gruffly, feeling a bit of tension slash the air between the two. Clearing his throat softly, the male turned his dark green gaze to the queen, fixing her with his intense stare though his face gave away no emotion. “I’m alright, busy morning as always,” he stated lamely, tail tip twitching slightly as he spoke. “Led the dawn patrol, went out hunting, and now here I am.” It was still the morning, and the tom would probably train his apprentice and tag along with another hunting patrol before his day was done. Keeping busy kept Tigershadow sane and level, it helped keep his mind clear and his eyes sharp.

    At Sparkkit’s high pitched mew, the large warrior turned to look at him sniffing his catch, eyes round and curious. Most cats would chuckle at his curiosity or even speak in a certain way to the kit, though Tigershadow had no clue how to act around children.“It’s a rabbit. It usually runs on the moorland in WindClan territory, but it seems this hare wanted to cross the border, it was easy to catch,” Tigershadow informed the kitten, his voice curt and deep. His facial expressions gave nothing away, though the tiny nursery was making the warrior a bit claustrophobic. Suddenly, a breeze twisted his tail tip, causing his head to snap around. It seemed as if there was a hole in the bramble wall. He nodded toward it, black nose twitching softly. “I’ll have Cardinalpaw fix this with me later so there isn’t a draft.”

    #8412
    Olive
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    Myrtlestep- Thunderclan Queen

    The molly cleared her throat as his eyes focused on her. Normally she would have gladly met his gaze, striking up another conversation, but at these times, things between the two were rough around the edges. Her deep amber eyes that contrasted against her white furred face blinked as she dipped her head to accept the hare. She wasn’t trying to be rude, but under the circumstances, she wasn’t exactly sure how to act. It seemed so natural around Flamestep, and things were perfectly normal, every block falling into place.. But due to the sudden catastrophe, things had turned upside down. It was a shock, and Myrtlestep only would have begged to know what Tigershadow was thinking. If only she could turn things back.. maybe all the way back? But of course now wasn’t the time, and Sparkkit was growing up. She just had to do the best for him as possible, for her son to become a strong warrior, and part of the clan. The calico patterned molly gave a subtle nod, expressing a levelled “Okay,” while keeping her eyes transfixed on her son . She stayed quiet, as Tigershadow formally and stiffly explained what the hare was to her son. Sparkkit let out a high pitched, ‘Oh. I wonder why it came over here!’ 

    Then the queen raised her head to the tom’s sudden movement. As a protective instinct, she grabbed Sparkkit with her teeth, gently dragging him back to her, and placing the small kit in between her elbows. The warriors clipped tone made her eyes pivot to him, as she pursed her lips, trying not to look too miserable. “Alright, I didn’t know that was there..” Myrtlestep said quietly once he offered an explanation. 

    #8464
    snow
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    t i g e r s h a d o w 
    in the nursery with myrtlestep + sparkkit

    The tension between the two cats was bound to make the other queens and kits uncomfortable, but Tigershadow couldn’t retreat just yet. He’d promised Cardinalpaw they’d go hunting after she’d napped, so unfortunately the warrior was stuck in this terribly awkward space for just a bit longer. Letting out a grunt, the male settled back on his haunches, avoiding Myrtlestep’s gaze as he knew she’d be unhappy with his presence. His green gaze flickered from the little orange and white tom to his mother, her expression clearly reflecting his own feelings. “Maybe it thought I wouldn’t catch it,” he began slowly, his low tone rumbling gently. “It was wrong, I’m the best rabbit hunter in the clan.” He offered his son a small smile, tail tip twitching softly. When the queen pulled her son away from him, annoyance bubbled inside his chest. He’s my son too, Myrtlestep! he wanted to yowl, though he forced himself to appear calm and collected, muscles relaxing.

    Tigershadow could feel the void between him and Sparkkit grow each day, resentment making his fur rise on his shoulders slightly. The dark brown tom didn’t want Sparkkit going his whole life not knowing his father like Tigershadow and Darkberry had. Inhaling softly, he flicked his tufted ear, swiping his pink tongue across his maw. “Perhaps Sparkkit would rather help me,” he suggested lightly, looking at the young tom as opposed to his mother. Myrtlestep and Tigershadow had gone through a lot, especially after the death of Flamestep. It was clear to the chocolate tabby that Myrtlestep had chosen the fire-colored tom over himself. Although the late warrior was in fact a noble tom, Tigershadow couldn’t help but feel angry that his life had turned out this way, and often found himself blaming Flamestep. It was unfair, the tabby was well aware of that, yet he feared dealing with his own anger. StarClan forbid he has a temper like his own deceased father, the male would never forgive himself. 

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