These kits were going to be the death of her, from the moment they first opened their amber eyes til today her daughter;s have made it their personal mission to harass Lilyfrost to the point her already grey fur seemed darker with exhausion. The mother of three did adore her kits but right now she envied their father, free to wander the outside world without the responsiablity of tucking kits in at night or hissing orders in the darkened cave when one of her kits got to loud when the rest of the clan was sleeping.
The former warrioress longed for the days where Bonetail came to visit, not only did the white tom procive much needed companionship but he was not the worst father and was making an effort to help her raise their kits, despite other's opinions on the matter, Lilyfrost was happy in her choice of mate and had no regrets.
A scent floated past the nusery just as Lilyfrost settled down for a well deserved nap, her kits neatly pressed into her side. The scent smelled faintly of Bontail and Hollystorm but it was to different to be Bonetail's and to much of the reek of a tom to be Hollystorm so Lilyfrost made a guess that it was the third kit in Blackwolf and Ghostlight's litter, Coyotepaw, or was he heart now? she didn't know.
" Umm Coyoteheart?" she decided the warrior name was safest, he could correct her if she was wrong " May I ask a favour?"she questioned the tom Bonetail called brother lightly, fully prepared to accept a no if needed be, if it was her in his position, kitsitting her neices and nephew would not be fun.
" May you watch my kit's while I go get something to eat? Bonetail is proably asleep and I don't want to wake him' she asked, hoping, no praying to starclan that there was a tiny hope he would say yes and she could go get something to eat and sunbake a littlewhile before the harshness of Leaf-bare bought them all inside for the winter.
You may say I'm a dreamer... But I'm not the only one.
3 Moons. Tom. NightClan.
Ghostkit had woken up to the sound of his mother speaking, attempting to be quiet in order to not wake him and his sisters up. Stretching, he turned his head. He also noticed the scent as it wafted into the nursery entrance, but sensed his mother's uncertainty over what to call the tom.
Mother doesn't know everycat? That makes me feel better - i'm only a kit, I have a lot of growing to do. I wonder if it's somecat I can be friends with?
"Yeah Coyoteheart, come play with us! Mother is so boring sometimes!"
He looked up at his mother, amusement in his eyes, tail flicking in mirth.
"Mother, you know I'm only joking really. You deserve some time to yourself as well!"
He looked over to the other side of the den, looking out for Wrenkit over the sleeping bodies of his sisters, but she was also asleep, tail flicking as if dreaming. Ghostkit flicked an ear as if in dismissal. He'd play with her later, when she was awake. His sisters were lovely, but Wrenkit was Ghostkit's best friend. They were going to kick mousetail together as apprentices.