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[lavenderkit]

Lavenderkit sits joyfully in a puddle of her family - though her expression wouldn't suggest as much. Whilst a near spitting image of Hazecloud's beautiful countenance, she very much has Lichentuft's pinched brow and clipped demeanor. The child, completely and entirely content in the moment, looks completely and entirely the opposite. And when Lichentuft, after what could have been hours of laying about in the nursery, stands to leave and attend duties of their own... the downturned gaze of the young molly only becomes sharper.

"Do you have to leave now?" her voice is like claws on flat riverstone, standing to her paws in the same manner the other had. It is quick, the way Lavenderkit drives her teeth down and into the awkward bend of her mother's tail. "You still haven't shown me how to fish! What if I get hungry, and there's nothing big enough to fill my belly? Hmm?" If still clung to Lichentuft's tail, the little moggy rips and tugs back, her frustration evident.

[ pls wait for @lichentuft !! ]

 

[lichentuft]

lichen

Try as she might to enjoy the simpler things- the concept of family and rearing kittens and diving headlong into a lovingly kindled romance- Lichentuft just is not cut out for the domestic life. She practically itches with the need to act, to work, to busy herself other than with the occupation of new-born demands and after several ticks of the sun's rays spent in camp, the agitation finally surmounts enough to demand her departure. She rises, much like sunflowers do to chase the sun, only to be quite immediately besieged by her mate's spitting image. She might dismiss the sharp line of questioning more easily were it not for the sharp, needle-like grasp of teeth firmly rooted in the crook of her tail-

Her teeth grit in an effort not to outright hiss, turning a ruffled head to peer at her tiny daughter with a glower befitting someone who'd just been bitten. "Your teeth... Lavenderkit... are as sharp as your mother's tongue." Still, the chiding does little to stop the assault as she pulls at them like a stubbornly rooted fern rather than a very real piece of a living cat- she cries (if you can call such a razing inquiry as crying) about being helpless to feed herself and she is reminded near instantly of Cicada when he was this small- a shark more than a kitten.

"The fish in that river are larger than you," the lynx point argues, lifting a faux brow with both frustration and amusement in equal measure. "You'd surely fill their bellies before they ever managed to fill yours... Be patient. I will be back with plenty to satisfy your greedy belly." She reaches to poke a paw at the young girl's kitten-round flank before sighing, "Can you let go of my tail?"

 

[lavenderkit]

"Your teeth... Lavenderkit... are as sharp as your mother's tongue." Lichentuft does her damnedest to not be felled by one of her own brood, but her lover's miniature twin furrows her brow just a bit further and spouts back, "Good!" Because that is as it should be. Of course she is like Hazecloud - perhaps her greatest blessings are that she looks like her dam instead of her sire. It's obvious that she loves Lichentuft, if not evident by the way she begs and pleads, but to be the twin to the parent least around? She may as well be her own cat, then!

Lavenderkit rattles her grip on the moggy's tail, hardly listening to Lichentuft's lecture of waiting and patience. She hears the last plead and halts her assault with a slow look back towards the other's blue eyes. She spits out the bent tail and whines, "Can you take me out just once? I'm tired of bein' all cooped up in here. Plus - the other kits brag about seeing the world. Momma, I wanna see the world. I'm big enough for it!" She rounds her shoulders and puffs out her chest for show. Everything deflates as she tries one last time. "Please...?"

 

[Adderfang]

Adderfang is not naieve enough to think he's surpassed all the struggles of raising kits. While young kits are certainly more rambunctious, the older ones pose their own difficulties in raising. When Wave had theirs, he thought the hardest part was over, but he was wrong then.

That was why he could sympathise with the RiverClan's young parents. Crescent and Rush were good kits, all things considered, but the pair of them had him wanting to rip his fur out by the roots more than once. There wasn't much he could do to support them without overstepping boundaries, but he did what he could.

Today the tom returned to the nursery with a few trinkets to entertain the kits with. He managed to wrap them up with moss and clenched the pouch between his teeth for easy carrying. Its contents included a few stones, insect shells, and other curiosities he hoped would keep them busy.

He entered the nursery, stifling an amused snort at the sound of Lavenderkit's begging. The little thing sure had an adventurous spirit. He could hardly blame her for wanting to see more of the world they lived in but Lichentuft looked like she'd had her fill.

The tom nodded to the warrior before placing the bundle on the ground. "Tired of your pond already, little fishy?" He looks down at Lavenderkit. Lichentuft had a will of steel if she could say no to that face, but they had every right too. Big as the kit thought she was, Lavenderkit was hardly old enough to leave camp… Still, maybe there was a compromise to be found somewhere.

He turned his attention to the molly and lowered his voice. "Might not hurt to let her poke around camp? Don't mind watchin' her for a bit if you want a break." He offered cautiously, hoping not to draw Lichentuft's ire for his suggestion. After all, he wasn't a part of their family. If he was intruding, then he would promptly see himself out. "Or if you don't like that... I could distract her while you make a run for it?" The tom jested dryly with a small smile.

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• Adderfang he/him & riverclan
  𓆟 Chocolate ticked tabby w/ amber eyes. Peppered with scars. Deep gash across the right side of his face exposing one canine slightly. Missing left ear.
  𓆟 Deep gravelly voice that might unsettle others.
  𓆟 Would and will kill a man.
  𓆟 Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted. For other powerplays, DM.
  𓆟 Fur smells faintly of river reeds and damp earth.
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​

 

[hazecloud]

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Sleep had never arrived so easily than when Lichentuft was in the nursery with her. A small break from hovering over their kits for a nap always taken with a leap. It never ceased to get under her pelt though how hard it was for them all to let her go back to her warrior duties. Lavenderkit hadn't learned it without seeing it first, of course. "Isn't it wonderful, how much like me she is?" The mother tested her mate with a slow twitch of her tail.

Hazecloud rubbed the rest of the sleep from her eyes with an exasperated sigh. "What's the harm in letting them out of camp for just a little bit? This wouldn't have been an issue at the shipyard." She grumbled under her breath, looking to Adderfang briefly before regarding the rest of the nursery. "Who wants to play in the shallows of the island with me? We can look for snails and slugs, too."

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  HAZE— SHE/HER ･ 32 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN CARETAKER ･ PENNED BY @gonkpilled!

  a smoky blue molly with warm green eyes. haze is a short and stout molly with a longhaired pelt that is beautifully kept. she is a highly skilled, agile swimmer and fisher with a surprising mischievous streak.