Things had been changing since before Thornkit had been bound to ThunderClan. It'd started when Faithkit had first gotten sick, was followed by their mother being attacked, and culminated in Serpentberry finding them out in the forest and getting their mother's blessing to take the three of them back to the medicine cat's Clan. All of it had changed Thornkit, molding him into a burr of a kit, spitting and abrasive. He'd thought that, at the very least, in ThunderClan there was safety, because Serpentberry would defend their presence with the influence she wielded, even if her intentions weren't pure of heart - and Juniperstar was kind, and wouldn't send them away. It wasn't what Thornkit desired out of life, but it was something safe and secure.
Now, Serpentberry was dead, dragged back to camp by her daughter in a mimicry of how Rowanpaw had once brought Thornkit's real mother back to ThunderClan's doorstep not long ago. Serpentberry might not have been anything resembling a mother to Thornkit despite her taking him in, but seeing her lifeless body still shook him. It still changed something: perhaps the protection Thornkit and his littermates had gained would dissolve, or Rowanpaw would fail in doing her mother's job and Faithkit would take a turn for the worse. Something certainly had changed in Juniperstar, if her changing her name was anything to go off of, or her solemn demeanor. TThornkit's paws prickled every time he saw her now, and he knew that, sooner or later, he'd need to speak with her.
More immediately, as Faithkit did seem to recover, Rowanpaw had ushered them out of the medicine cat's den and into the nursery where the other kits and the queens resided. Even without spending his time in the nursery, Thornkit'd had more than his fair share of interactions with his peers, most of them negative. He realized that, while staying in the medicine cat's den had been stifling, being moved to the nursery might prove to be even worse. Faithkit was venturing out and about more, Falsekit lurking in her shadow, and Thornkit needed to be able to keep an eye on them both, for separate reasons - add to that the intrusion of other kits, and he'd have his paws full.
While they hadn't made an official move yet, Thornkit was casing the nursery, gaze scrutinizing and disdainful as he entered the den. It was busier than he'd expected it to be, queens conversing while they oversaw kits playing about. Thornkit had been there barely a full minute before he decided he didn't like it, but as he turned to leave he ran full-body into another small individual. Overwhelmed and frustrated, Thornkit let out an over-exaggerated groan and shoved at the offending party.
"Watch it!" He growled, eyeing the other kit up-and-down. Thornkit's eyes caught on the tomkit's snaggle tooth, and he stared for a moment, before he scoffed and met his gaze. "Which one of the kits are you? At least the others have got some manners." That was being generous.
Now, Serpentberry was dead, dragged back to camp by her daughter in a mimicry of how Rowanpaw had once brought Thornkit's real mother back to ThunderClan's doorstep not long ago. Serpentberry might not have been anything resembling a mother to Thornkit despite her taking him in, but seeing her lifeless body still shook him. It still changed something: perhaps the protection Thornkit and his littermates had gained would dissolve, or Rowanpaw would fail in doing her mother's job and Faithkit would take a turn for the worse. Something certainly had changed in Juniperstar, if her changing her name was anything to go off of, or her solemn demeanor. TThornkit's paws prickled every time he saw her now, and he knew that, sooner or later, he'd need to speak with her.
More immediately, as Faithkit did seem to recover, Rowanpaw had ushered them out of the medicine cat's den and into the nursery where the other kits and the queens resided. Even without spending his time in the nursery, Thornkit'd had more than his fair share of interactions with his peers, most of them negative. He realized that, while staying in the medicine cat's den had been stifling, being moved to the nursery might prove to be even worse. Faithkit was venturing out and about more, Falsekit lurking in her shadow, and Thornkit needed to be able to keep an eye on them both, for separate reasons - add to that the intrusion of other kits, and he'd have his paws full.
While they hadn't made an official move yet, Thornkit was casing the nursery, gaze scrutinizing and disdainful as he entered the den. It was busier than he'd expected it to be, queens conversing while they oversaw kits playing about. Thornkit had been there barely a full minute before he decided he didn't like it, but as he turned to leave he ran full-body into another small individual. Overwhelmed and frustrated, Thornkit let out an over-exaggerated groan and shoved at the offending party.
"Watch it!" He growled, eyeing the other kit up-and-down. Thornkit's eyes caught on the tomkit's snaggle tooth, and he stared for a moment, before he scoffed and met his gaze. "Which one of the kits are you? At least the others have got some manners." That was being generous.
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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/Apenned by Archivist
