2-23-20 7:54 PM

Bluefur watched as her kits tustled in the camp. Violetkit, Cloudkit and Rookkit were all racing around. Their squeaks carring out into the air as Redkit pounced onto one of them. Beside her Wishkit watched, her head resting on Bluefur's paw as she cuddled close to her mother.

Purring the blue-gray queen gave her daughter's head a lick. Smoothing down a tuft of gray fur on Wishkit's head. The little she-cat purred, wiggling as she looked up with bright blue eyes. "I don't need to be washed!" She mewled in her squeaky kit voice.

"I know," she flicked her tail at the furry shapes of the other kits, "but they sure do."

Wishkit nodded. "They're all messy, and their fur is going to be dirty." Giving her own soft coat a few licks she added. "I don't care for fighting and getting messy."

Nodding she returned her gaze back to be other kits. By the sound of this, Wishkit wouldn't be very good at defending or hunting. "What about becoming a warrior, they're messy and have to fight. Or a medicine cat, like Featherwhisker?"

Frowning the thick-striped kit shook her head. "I don't want to be a warrior, for the same reasons of not playing. And a medicine cat still has to get dirty, they dig for roots and get leaves and sticky honey!" Sticking out her tounge the young she-cat lashed her tail.

Worry started to fill Bluefur. There wasn't anything else in the Clan, a kit becomes an apprentice either to a warrior or medicine cat. How will Wishkit fair in Clanlife? Giving her chest fur a few licks she paused. "Then what is there to be?" She asked, hopeing that this was nothing more than random kit-banter that would be forgotten within a moon.

But a new flash of light entered her daughter's eyes. "A queen! You get to spend time in camp, have kits, and a nice mate. What else could there be?" With that Wishkit curled up beside Bluefur, seeming to fall asleep quickly.

Great StarClan what goes through her head? Bluefur hated being stuck inside camp. It was comfining, nothing more than being lazy like a kittypet in a twoleg's den. And even as a kit she had been restless in the nursery, so had almost every kit. All ready to become apprentices and warriors, dreaming of becoming the leader one day.

Sighing she wrapped her tail gently around her kit. Bluefur would just have to talk with Firemoon, and maybe even Pinestar. Hopefully she grows out of this.

*

Firemoon padded along the RiverClan border. After the few moons had passed, the river had swelled down to it's former size. The ginger tom sighed. His emerald eyes flickering along the river bank, watching the reeds sway in the little wind they had.

Behind him Rosetail was explaining how the two Clans had been fighting over Sunningrocks, just a few leaps away, to her apprentice, Doepaw. The little cinnamon-coloured apprentice nodded along, her eyes wide with amazement.

"But now we have Sunningrocks, but we still have to be on high alert. RiverClan try to take them from us, so we have to mark and protect them too." Rosetail explained, her dark ginger tail lashing.

Doepaw glanced over at the river, her ears perked. "So they live over there -- where it smells like fish?" The apprentice scrunched up her nose, which was mimicked by her mentor.

Flicking an ear Firemoon continued to walk down the path. Stopping to scent to the air, which smelt of the river, fish and RiverClan. Of course. Paddling to the large, flat stones he sat down, waiting the patrol to follow. It had only been him, Rosetail, Doepaw and Snowfur.

The white she-cat purred, her ears perked, tail high in the air as her icy eyes shined. She seemed to be like a kit fresh out of the nursery. But she has been in the nursery for six moons with five kits to watch after.

Doepaw trailed up the flat stones. Her eyes wide, searching along the rushing river. There was nothing more than wounder in the she-cat's eyes as she lashed her tail. "When will we see the other Clans?" She asked, turning to look at him.

"At the next Gathering," he replied, "if Pinestar picks you, of course." Firemoon added, he didn't want to get her hopes up if she wasn't picked to go.

Out of them all Doepaw had always been cheerful and chirpy. Running around with lots of energy, but also respectful and knows when to sit down and be calm. It was half the reason he had always spent more time with Doepaw.

She smiled, shaking out her cinnamon fur. "Okay! Can we look at the water? I heard the warriors talking about little silver fishes that swim in the water!" Leaping down she whisped past him, barely hitting him in the face with her tail.

Rosetail went after her apprentice, meowing. "Don't go to close to the water, Doepaw!"

Sighing he watched for a moment more, waiting to see if the small she-cat would topple into the water. Sure that Doepaw was fine, he padded off to sniff around. Hoping to find some kind of prey among the warm rocks.

Soon he found a trail, what seemed to be a vole nesting among the cracks in the stone. Pausing he pressed his ear up close, waiting, and dropping close to the floor as he unsheathed his claws. Swiftly lashing his paw into the crack, he tossed out a fat vole. Pouncing onto it, he bit into the vole's throat. The taste of blood filled his mouth in a warm waterfall before the vole fell limp.

"Nice catch!" Snowfur had watched with her tail flicking, blue eyes trained onto the small animal. "A fat one too," she added.

Nodding Firemoon dropped the vole at her paws. "You can have it. This is only a border patrol, and prey is plentiful around these moons." Turning he trotted up the stones. Ears perked as he looked around, mouth opened just slightly to taste the air.

As he looked around he spotted something, the shape of a brown cat moving in the water. Narrowing his eyes he dropped down the rocks, tail lashing as he spotted the RiverClan deputy; Oakheart.

Creeping among the gray stones he hissed. Why is he on ThunderClan territory? Keeping himself flat on the stone Firemoon stalked along. Feeling the warmth of the stones start to burn the pads of his paws.

Leaping out into the open he tackled the brown tabby tom. "What are you doing here?" Firemoon spat, teeth bared as he stood over the deputy.

Oakheart hissed, his eyes narrowed in a dark hatred. "So you're that rogue that Bluefur chose?" Paws kicked into his stomach, kicking him away and landing with a hard thump against the rocks.

"What?" Ears flattened against hie skull, the ginger warrior frowned. How does he know Bluefur? Confusion made him pause, forgetting the fight he got to his paws. "What do you mean 'chose'?"

Hissing Oakheart shook his head. Claws scrapping against the stone, frustration clear across his face. "It means nothing, rogue," giving him one last glare he slipped into the river, disappearing into the reeds on the other side.

2-27-20 12:17 AM