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[Nightpoppy Nightpoppy]

Nightpoppy lounged in the middle of the camp, soaking in what sun she could. Her tail swished lazily about behind her, and her observant gaze fell upon her clanmates.

She wasn't much one to share tongues, but that didn't stop her from taking the opportunity to relax. Yes, she'd much rather do nothing, on her own, why waste her breath socializing for no reason? Listening to her clanmates chatter on about how that mouse got away, or how the wind is particularly cold today. "Train more", or "Stay inside" apparently were not the answer they wanted to hear, though it was the simple answer, to Nightpoppy anyway. Let's not even start with the yammering about the other clans and all the death and drama and yada yada yada. She doesn't want to focus on those things, why bother? There will be conflict, and death, and illness, and apparently random kits, so what? She'll do what has to be done, but she's not going to linger on it.

She let out a quiet sigh, her tail stilling. No. She didn't want to focus on that. Those poor kits who lost their mother, the cats that lost their lives..and for what? No. Let's not focus on that.

Her tail starts up again, her thoughts shifting as she looks around. She needs something to distract her. She could visit the nursery, she occasionally goes there to see the kits and help out the caretakers, or she could go hunting, that's always a good distraction, and it's productive. She sits, lost in her thoughts. What to do? What to do?

 

[Fawnkit]

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Fawnkit wakes up from her well-deserved nap and walks out of the nursery. Barely awake, yet she's already bored and looking for things to do.

That's when she spots Nightpoppy, the black she-cat's tail lashing at something Fawnkit isn't aware of. Would she have time to play with her? Fawnkit feels like playing a game!

She trots up to the warrior, tail raised high, and greets her, "Hi Nightpoppy!" Her voice is cheerful, rested after her nap. "Got any fun plans today? Or..." she smirks. "would you perhaps have time to play with me?"

Fawnkit knows warriors have duties and places to be, but she is bored! What is she meant to do all day in camp when all the warriors leave for patrols or hunts or whatever it is that warriors do? Surely the clan can spare one warrior to keep her occupied?

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[Nightpoppy Nightpoppy]

Nightpoppy's ear flicks down towards the kit, her head soon following. She didn't even hear her approach. Was she that lost in thought? Mousebrain.

"Hello, Fawnkit." She greets, her tone rather flat. "Play a game, you ask?" She drawls, "I'm afraid I simply don't have the time." Though even as she says it, she swats the kit gently with her tail, pretending to be distracted by something in the distance. Nightpoppy would eat rot-food before telling anyone, but she enjoys spending time with the kits, and Starclan knows the caretakers could use the break with their paws full. They're simple, straightforward, like her, quite easily entertained most of the time (as proven by the many times she simply blows on a leaf, or swats at a rock for them), and they don't seem to be put off by her. As a bonus, they don't yammer on about everything going wrong. Quite often, as a matter of fact, they're the only ones that have seen Nightpoppy without the pretense, without her guard. Just Nightpoppy.​

 

[Thornkit]

Thornkit had decided long before he and his littermates moved that he disliked the nursery. The medicine cat's den, while loud in its scents and occasionally bustling after skirmishes, had at least offered Thornkit some respite from the rest of ThunderClan - following Serpentberry's passing, though, Rowanpaw had taken over the late she-cat's duties, and she'd clearly had no desire to take over the role of mother that Serpentberry had left behind, coerced as it was. Thornkit knew that Rowanpaw didn't hold the same amount of power that Serpentberry had, and though she'd been kind about it, she had essentially booted them to the nursery with the caretakers and other kits.

Other kits that Thornkit did not get along with. Other kits that had either proven themselves to be annoyances, or dangerous. Thornkit hated every moment he was forced to stay in the confines of the nursery, even more than he had the medicine cat's den. Since his sister had been attacked, Thornkit had forced himself into remaining at Faithkit's side, even when it pained him not to roam around camp - and he knew that it upset her as well, even if she wouldn't say so. His twitching and fidgeting couldn't be appreciated, after all, so there were times when he pulled himself away to get fresh air.

Thornkit caught sight of Fawnkit as the she-kit marched on over to a warrior that was resting, and he narrowed his eyes. He'd long since marked Fawnkit as just one of the annoyances of the nursery, but since he'd learned that Faithkit's attacker had been her sister, he'd recategorized her as a possible threat. Less likely to attack him or his littermates as her own, but he'd not missed the way she dogged after apprentices and warriors and asked to be taught battle moves in the past. Was her air-headedness all an act, one that Thornkit had fallen for? What was her real angle?

"Warriors have better things to do than play kit-games." Thornkit grumbled as he glanced over at Nightpoppy. Admittedly, she didn't look like she was doing anything more than relaxing, and if his words were interpreted as just as much for Nightpoppy as they had been for Fawnkit, then he could live with that.

THORNKIT—he/him + 02 moons
ThunderClan kit
NPC ♡ NPC | adopted by Serpentberry
Brother to Falsekit, Faithkit
Mate to N/A | Father to N/A
Mentored by N/A | Mentoring N/A

penned by Archivist