Timberkit was rather... Lonely the first three moons of his life. His siblings were missing in action, his father was busy trying to find thm, and his mother was busy with her duties as a medicine cat. The only cats he could really talk to were the other kits, but he didn't want to be caught up with their stupid plans again.
The kit made his way around camp, longingly looking at the warriors den. He didn't see that Stevehawk was in front of him and Timberkit crashed to the ground. He sat up and lowered his ears, "Oops, sorry mister Stevehawk."
The brown and grey kit could see an amused smile on the deputy's face. "Please, call me Grandpa Steve!" He laughed and ruffled Timberkit's fur with his paw. The red tom had a sad undertone in his voice. "Sorry, Grandpa Steve..." Timberkit continued.
"Don't be! I was looking for you anyway, Goodstar wants to speak with you!"
Shouldn't he be doing work instead of talking to a small kit?
"Um... Okay..." The tom-kit nodded and followed his grandfather to the Leader's Den, where Goodstar was chatting with his mate Shiningbeauty. Stevehawk cleared his throat. The two snapped their heads towards the other two. "Ah, Timberkit! Nice to meet you formally!" Goodstar smiled, though it seemed forced.
"How have you been dealing with all of this, grandson." Shiningbeauty said bluntly, making both her mate and the deputy flinch back.
"I've been doing fine. It's been lonely, but fine." Timberkit answered, though surprised that the she-cat had called him grandson. Then he remembered that Shiningbeauty and Goodstar were Normaltail's parents. The grey and blonde she-cat didn't seem convinced. "Kid, do you need help? Advice? We're here to help."
The kit shook his head, and Miss Thunderclan fell silent. Goodstar sighed, "If you need anything, you can talk to us anytime." The tom sighed and flicked his tail. Timberkit looked up at Stevehawk, nodded, and left.
Hours had passed, and still nothing from his parents. Timberkit sighed as he bit into a mouse. He watched as all of the other kits played in the clearing, blue eyes filled with sadness. He didn't understand how all of them could be so happy when their denmates are missing. He saw Wafflekit glance at him and smile, but one glare from the kit was enough to stop her from coming towards him. Suddenly, a voice came from the side. "You gonna finish that?"
Timberkit jumped and turned to his father, the dark brown tabby looked like he hadn't slept in days. The light brown and grey tom slowly shook his head and nudged the mouse near Toastfire. "Here, dad... You look hungry..." The warrior smiled weakly and bit into the mouse, chewing slowly. He swallowed, and glanced near the medicine cat's den. "... Any luck?" The son asked, already knowing the answer. The father didn't respond.
"That's okay. We'll find them eventually." Timberkit said, smiling at the night sky. He didn't believe his own words. Toastfire smiled weakly and nuzzled his son. "That's right, kid... I'm sorry I haven't been around these days."
"Don't worry about it, I'm fine."
"But I haven't really spent too much time with you..."
"I said I'm fine, Dad.-"
"No, you're not. I'm going to spend the whole day with you. I don't want you to grow up almost parentless like I did. We don't need another mini me."
Both fell silent. Minutes passed. Toastfire sighed. "I can stay with you in the nursery, your mother is going to the half-moon meeting tonight, so she can't be here."
"Okay, thanks dad..."
Toastfire glanced to the side, sighing. "Newsky's kits are becoming apprentices tomorrow, are you glad to finally have more room?" Timberkit paused to think, and nodded his head. "They were always too rowdy for my tastes. Robbiekit is the only one I'd miss, saying he was the quietest. Sucks that I'll just have Maplekit and Wafflekit to keep me company, we never got along well." The older tom shook his head, "You can always hang out with your mother. You know that, right? She's been needing new help since Monkeytail died..."
"I'm not interested in becoming a medicine cat, dad."
"I wasn't saying that."
"Can we just go to bed now? I'm tired."
"Completely off topic, but okay. Night, son."
"Night, dad."
