Athor's notes:
Hi, Scarsaber here, and I just wanted to say a thing or two. A, I do not own warriors and B, I'm not going to use Starclan except for it's original purpose, so no reincarnations or dark forest training.
Tigerkit sighed as he drank his mother's milk, it's warm, silky taste flooding his senses. Although he felt that the den was rather loud, he was glad for the seeming tranquility of the nursery. That was, until a loud screech interrupted his meal.
"What do you think you are doing!" A cat yelled, sounding pretty familiar to Tigerkit. "Yep. They did it again!" He growled, which caused his mother to give him a good hush.
"Goosefeather you mouse brained idiot! Can't you watch these kits properly!" Tigerkit heard, and ducked his head. "Moonflower sounds angry." He commented.
"Maybe, but we shouldn't pry." His mom, Emberberry soothed. Tigerkit knew all too well. Emberberry's mate was the leader, pine star. Emberberry herself was formerly a kitty pet before meeting pinestar, and even though the leader did support her joining the clan, Emberberry felt as though she should not share in any gossip or complaints. Tigerkit, on the other paw, was different. Never caring what others thought of him... to an extent.
It was then that Moonflower came in, carrying Snowkit, Bluekit following, looking very downcast. What did you freaking do! Tigerkit yelled, though more or less out of surprise than anger. For some reason, he had always looked up to the young she cat, though he had no idea why.
"They where in the medicine cat's den." Moonflower muttered, then growled out the words, "Poppyseeds." She sat her head down, looking tired out.
I can't blame her, Tigerkit thought. He padded over to the young she cat. "Bluekit?" He meowed softly.
"Yes Tigerkit?" She answered back, warrior.
"It's going to be okay." He told her reassuringly.
"I hope so." Bluekit meowed, then yawned. "Good night, Tigerkit."
"Good night, Bluekit." Tigerkit whispered back, then curled up beside his own mother, purring in content of her warmth. Everything will be better tomorrow, he thought, drifting into sleep.