The grey queen was wide awake, something that was all to common now that her three squeaking kit had learned to speak and all of them,particularly Graykit and Crowkit were proving to be as evil as their uncles, Ghost -kit on the other hand, mirrored her father almost completely, lazy but held this air of sweetness that Lilyfrost was questioning as to where she enherited that since neither she nor Bonetailk were particularly social cats.
" Graykit, for Starclan's sake, leave your sister alone or I'll call in Aunt Hollystorm" The sharp words were accompanied by a swift flick of Lilyfrost's paw to her daughter's side, however maternal she was, tiredness always won in the end.
Lilyfrost used Hollystorm's name as more of a parenting tacti than an actual threat, she had to as none of her kit's feared their father, Honestly she did not blame him, to a young cat so full of energy and life, he did not do much. Yet again even in her opinion, he did not do much but he was proving a good father and mate and she was grateful for that, he rose above her expectations of him.
" Anyway, today you need to look nice, I expect nothing less than best behaviour when Blackwolf arrives" The queen scolded eyeing all three of her kit's pointedly, Ghost-kit merely sighed and nodded his little white head. "Yes Mom" a lazy mutter was heard as he buried her face into his mother's warm belly for another nap.
Lilyfrost shook her head at her kit's antics and lovingly gave them all a lick on the head, " Love you my little monster's" she added softly before glancing towards the enterance to the nusery for the familar white pelt of her ' mate'. He was due back with his father soon so that Lilyfrost could take a break and actually spend sometime with other cats besides her kits and her kits could terrorise.. opps.. I mean bond with the rest of the family. .
Ghostkit, snuggled in the warmth of his mother's belly, allowed his more rambunctious sisters to clamber over him. His thoughts were still on his mother's words. "I expect nothing but best behaviour when Blackwolf arrives..."
Blackwolf was his grandfather, his father's father. He was excited to both meet him properly and see him again. He would be sure to pay close attention to the elder cat, attempt to pick up some of his mannerisms, to model himself after them. He wasn't as hyperactive as his sisters were. He was a much more placid cat, happy to go with the flow and just... let life happen. He had all the energy his sisters had, he was just convinced that there was a way of putting said energy to better use than that of terrorising his mother. She had enough to cope with nursing three very healthy kits.
Waking from his nap, unsure as to a) whether he'd slept at all and b) if he had slept, how long he had slept for, he turned his head to his mother.
"Momma, would you like some fresh-kill? Dad looks busy and you look hungry. I could go get you some, if you like? With us to keep healthy, you need to keep yourself healthy too..."
Graykit sneered with all of her might in response to Lilyfrost’s sharp scolding, but she released her hold on her sibling just the same. However, it was nothing more than a dirty trick. The second Lilyfrost averted her eyes, Graykit’s rump was in the air and she was stalking her next prey. Her brother, Ghostkit, was much too well-behaved for her tastes. Didn’t he like to have fun?
She pounced, aiming to land on top of her brother’s head and pin him to the ground. “You’re so lame.” Graykit rolled her eyes. “Momma this, and momma that. How about Graykit this, and Graykit that, huh?” She liked the idea of having someone at her beckon and call. Just in case he didn’t quite get the hint, she pressed a paw against her stomach and made her best imitation of a pout.
There was no denying it, though—there was a dangerous gleam of excitement in her eyes. Blackwolf was a highly esteemed NightClan warrior, and if she could be anything like him when she was older…
“I’m not going to look any nicer than this.” She gestured widely to her entire body, fixing Lilyfrost with a bulbous, exasperated stare. “Why isn’t he here yet? I don’t have all day to sit around in the nursery, y’know.” She hadn’t gotten her paws on a single pine needle in what felt like hours—hours upon hours of idle torture. Graykit wouldn’t stand for her audience convincing themselves that she’d run out of muse for her tricks.
Graykit, 3 Moons, NightClan
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'Oh Starclan help me' the though echoed in the grey queen mind and her bright emerald green eyes softened at her kits, they may drive her insane but she adored them with all her heart. She gave a small smile to her son as he spoke on getting her some fresh kill, she was all to aware that all three of her offspring were much to little to be outside the nusery unsuperised and she did not feel like bothering their father to come kitsit them.
" I am fine my love, just relax" The queen soothed her son, licking the top of Ghostkit's head and then turning her attention to the little devil she called a daughter and playfully swatting the kit until she managed to trap the young cat under her paws and smile deviously at her offspring. " As for you, my little warrior" Lilyfrost ad affectionately dubbed her daughter that since the moment the kit opened her eyes. " Respect is something you earn, unless it's your parents, always respect your parents" She scolded lightyl before giving the kit a wink and releasing her from her own grip.
" Now Graykit, what does your father say about respecting other'?" She added, more maternal now that she had allowed her kit soms fun.Lilyfrost lived by the mantra " if you cannot beat them, join them' when it came to her kits, the energetic balls of fluff required both patience and love and a lot of catnip if Lilyfrost coulf just get Smokefur to say yes.
Post by Fawntastic on Nov 18, 2017 19:36:10 GMT -5
76 Moons. Senior Warrior. Tom. NightClan. - First, No Sequel
His limp wasn't so pronounced as it would be in leafbare; Blackwolf remembered old Tigerscar, that tough-as-badger-claws tom that had trained him. Tigerscar had fought (and won) many battles and skirmishes, and that had left him aching and arthritic in his old age. The older tom had scowled even more than usual; Blackwolf hadn't thought anything of it at the time. Obviously the rules of old age wouldn't apply to him when he was in Tigerscar's place.
Obviously, he had been wrong.
Blackwolf heard the three noisy little kits before he saw them, and Lilyfrost's reprimanding tone reminded him for a moment of Ghostlight. His steps slowed, until he could swallow down that ache in his chest that never fully went away.
"Now Graykit, what does your father say about respecting others?"
The aged warrior snorted. "Knowing Bonetail, nothing." Blackwolf walked in, his broad shoulders and mismatched eyes distinctive, even though the fur around his muzzle was beginning to silver with age. The scar on his chest from lifetimes ago was prominent, a pale jagged line that ran diagonally from his shoulder down. His eyes followed the movements of Graykit, Crowkit and Ghostkit last of all. "Respect is earned. An elder has earned that respect a thousand times over. Always respect your mother." Blackwolf glanced at the gray she-cat. "She fought her own battle to bring you here. As for Bonetail," A low scoff was his first reply. "You can respect your father after he's done something worthy of respect."
Bonetail was a lazy, at times good-for-nothing warrior. If he finally got off his rump and did something for a change, then these three could start calling him 'father'. As it stood right now, Bonetail was a glorified kitsitter - like Applewhisker.