Me is me!

[White]

Goldenkit looked up to open his eyes, being closed for so long, he needed to see the world! Explore! But what was he to do? He was small and tiny, barely as big as the she-cats head wrapped around him. He decided not to as if it would burn his eyes, but then snuggled back into the warmth of the cats belly and ackwardly sneezing a bit, kneaded the she-cat for milk, oh milk, the sustantial of life, but, instead, Goldenkit curled up as the cat sniffed him, but Goldenkit was sure that this was his mother of course. Eyeing the she-cat quietly, they stared at each other and the motherly cat chuckled as a smile appeared on her maw. Goldenkit rolled over with a flick of his tail and graciously accepted the warmth as the she-cats paw stroked and layed to rest gently on his side. Glancing at the other kit shivering at the other end of the den and frowned.


Havenheart was glad the kit was up, rather sleeping all the time, because of the unknown parents, this could be a kittypet, or even a loners kit, so Havenheart would have to spend a bit more time in the nursery from now on watching over the two kits. " Tawnywing!" Havenheart called expecting a little head popping into the nursery but it was silent. 'She must be on a patrol' Thought Havenheart and looked down at Goldenkit to see him sneeze and fumble a bit away from her, beckoning him back, Havenheart sniffed the kit if anything was wrong. Then another suprise, the kit was eyeing her warily and warmth filled her heart, a motherly warmth, and chuckled as he flipped over to one side and could see what the kit was staring at.


The kit, Sourkit, was shivering in the cold Havenheart noticed, so, unable to help herself and help her friend a bit, left Goldenkit who trudged after the she-cat as she took Sourkit by the scruff and padded back to the warm nest, Goldenkit in follow. Curling around both kits, Goldenkit licking and nudging Sourkit to move, to no avail, settled down and let Havenheart lick him. As she licked the both of them, Sourkits pelt was burning with, mousebile? Her tongue getting numb, she continued licking until the sourness lightened beneath his pelt and she chuckled once more.


Goldenkit scrambled over Sourkit demanding to be next, creating a squeel from Sourkit as the kit bit the offender. Goldenkit growled as the kit bit him, leaving a mark on his back right paw, batting the kit in the head, Goldenkit would happily have beat up the weak kit just then...

Struggling amongst the kitten fight, Haevnheart growled and swiped at Goldenkit to settle down, "Now that is quite enoughof that," She growled. To the kits firmly bringing them closer and with a deep warning growl, they fell right back to sleep.

[˚Reason˚]

Tawnywing was a naturally active she cat, her RiverClan love for swimming burned strongly in her heart and invaded her dreams (along with a certain black tom). So when Tawnywing had been confined to the nursery to take care of Sourkit and Goldenkit, it drove her mad to stay in one place for so long. After moon of staying in camp, she had begged Havenheart to watch the kits while she went on patrol with the rest of cats in RiverClan. This plan had back fired when the all she thought of was the little sandy brown kit who she had left behind. The leader of the patrol had noticed her edginess and had laughed at her with a "I told you so" look on his face but had sent Tawnywing ahead back to camp. As soon as the words left his mouth, she had sprung into action and ran back to camp as fast as her paws could carry her.

She skidded into camp, upsetting a few cats that lingered in the clearing but ignored them and burst into the nursery with a happy purr. She spotted Havenheart first, with the two kits at her side. Tawnywing purr a greeting at Havenheart and touched noses with her in greeting before turning her attention to the sandy brown tom she had adopted as her own kit.

Tawnywing purred at the tom and nudged him gently towards her, rather than Havenheart. The two she cats had come to the agreement that Tawnywing was responsible for Sourkit and Havenheart was responsible for Goldenkit. Tawnywing was slightly worried as to what they would say when they started asking questions about their father, but put the thought at the back of her mind.

"Sourkit, wake up darlin'." The tawny she cat meowed, licking the kit's pelt and sighing at the fact that his pelt still had that lingering sour taste. "I 'ave an idea, what if we go seek out Shadownose to ask 'er for some honey to clean your pelt with?" She suggested as the tom blinked his eyes at his mother and let out a little mewl.

"Okay." Meowed the kit in his adorable voice that he had only recently discovered he had. The tom pushed himself to his paws, using Tawnywing for support and padded forward.

Tawnywing followed the kit carefully, he had only been in camp once and that was when he arrived, so he didn't know where he was going. The kit mewl in annoyance when the bright sun blared into his eyes, momentarily blinding him. Tawnywing put herself in the sun and shielded the kit from the light and herded him towards the medicine cat den. Tawnywing let out a meow of greeting, hoping Shadownose heard her and pushed her head into the medicine cat den, hoping to find Shadownose.

[White]

Goldenkit followed the other kit with his eyes next to his mama with spite for hurting his leg but was soonly replaced by the curiosity of where they were going. He padded on his mother quietly because she was but asleep and started biting her ear lightly and to no avail, turned about the she-cat and bit her tail , just teething it though. That seemed to awaken her and quickly started mewling. The mother cat sniffed him once or twice and picked him up from the ground onto her belly with her paws. She was massive. she was looking in his pelt? What use would be of that? then he escaped from her paws and near the nursery entrance, he didn't need the help of his mother anymore he could do things a bit more independently.


Comments: This is where i am going to start splitting up their posts.....

[White]

Havenheart opened her eye just a little tiny bit as she noticed her adopted kit prodding her in the tummy, rolling over, the kit now was onto Havenhearts head biting her ear, which she dismissivly flicked away with the annoying patch of fur kept at the attempts to break Havenheart from her sleep. >Prick< "Ouch, Goldenkit, what are you doing to mummy?" Haevnheart giggled as she relized how she sounded and scooped the kit up and placing him on her stomach and checking for fleas of ticks. The kit stared at Havenheart with the same "What are you doing?" expression. Havenheart chuckled once more as he slipped like a fish from her firm grasp and headed toward the nursery entrance and careful he didn't leave without her permission, she skidded over to Goldenkit, "Come now you will be an apprentice soon and you will be able to leave camp when you want if you become a warrior!"

[White]

Goldenkit lifted his head with intrest to hear of his mothers knowledge of this place. Walking back happily, sat down and looked up at his mother expectantly, wanting to know more about this 'warrior' thing.

[White]

Havenheart got the clue and in her motherly voice, " You see Goldenkit, this is a clan, cats work together with honor and dignity to help make sure the clan thrive. Now, there are sevaral level to becoming what you want to do, if you want to become a warrior," Goldenkits eyes sparkled, he wanted it, "Then," Havenheart continued capturing Goldenkit's attention once again, "You must be a kit, like you," Tickling Goldenkit as he squeeled with laughter, and as the ticklish died down, she continued with her lecture,


"You must be 9 moons to become an apprentice, 9 moons. Your not to far off Goldenkit you know. Afterwards, you can become an apprentice. Apprentices train to fight, hunt, mark borders, and get along with his or her clanmates. This is the important part of the process because the last syllabal of your name may change from kit, to Goldenpaw, and eventually Golden..." Havenheart captured the kits mind, " Goldenstorm," Havenheart purred with delight at that sounded and Goldenkit purred as well, copying his mother. " This shows you have become a warrior and help hunt, and make sure your clan and hopefully kittens if you want," Angling her ears toward Goldenkit as he relized the responsibility.


Havenheart chuckled and continued. Or, you can become a medicine cat," Goldenkit turned his head of this new term, "They are the ones who heal the sick clan with herbs such as poppy seeds that make cat feel better with a sick tummy and make them go to sleep, and watch out for dangerous berries called death berries, they'll kill a cat in seconds if you don't have yarrow handy, which makes a cat throw up the berries. They are scarley purple, don't even touch one if you find one. They are just as deadly!" Goldenkit liked the sound of being a medicine cat but not as much as a warrior.But training to be a warrior would be hard and Goldenkit was trying just as hard not to fall asleep. "Come on little one, lets get you tucked in for bedtime," Havenheart wrapped around Goldenkit just as a cold and strong gust of wind entered and engulfed the 2 cats just in time as Goldenkit sneezed once. 'It's ok Havenheart, it was just a sneeze, if it was worse, it'd be a cough'
These winds brought change.
~Fin~