Frostmoth and her never had little siblings. Maybe if their mother had lived long enough, they would have been gifted them. Sometimes she dreamed about having her own kits one day. They would scamper around her paws and she would coddle them to sleep. One day, she hoped. No prospects for that seemed to be on the horizon and, quite frankly, she wasn't looking. She was young, though, and had plenty of time to worry about that later.
Stormswirl's next best thing to kits of her own was her apprentice. She was a joy! Eager, excited, and so curious. The warrior did her best to teach the young'un, but all she really wanted to do was play with her. She had already received an earful from her brother about staying focused enough to shape Juncopaw into a exemplary warrior, so she tended to now be an actual mentor. She truly didn't know what that looked like since neither of them had a mentor. Frostmoth seemed to know, though, with the way he talked to Lavenderpaw like he held all the knowledge on the planet.
Stormswirl was happy to teach her apprentice her way: with fun and games and gentle reassurance. The fluffy warrior waited for her apprentice to finish her morning meal at the camp entrance, excited to get some swimming practice in for today. "Maybe we'll swim next to ThunderClan, and we can talk about the gathering. Or! We'll swim near camp and see if anyone else wants to join. Maybe I'll just see what Juncopaw wants to do..." She rambled to herself.
