[Fawn]

Appleshade,

82 Moons, TreeClan, Queen

I dare you to let me be your one and only

Motherhood suited her a lot better than she’d expected. Everyone had talked of how much she’d glowed and sparkled during her pregnancy, and Appleshade liked to think she’d retained that ethereal radiance even after Birchkit, Snowkit and Asterkit’s birth. No one had ever told her it was so much work though; keeping three pearly white kits pristine was a herculean task. Fortunately, Appleshade was very good at grooming and coat maintenance, and she took pleasure in making sure each of her little ones looked glossy and sleek.

Birchkit tested the limits of her patience; as did Asterkit, who didn’t seem to listen to a word she said sometimes. Despite the pitfalls of being a first time parent, Appleshade was happy. Content. There was nonsense going on with NightClan (when wasn’t there?) and the usual interClan squabbles, but for the elegant pale sorrel queen with the silver-dusted coat, she didn’t care much about any of that.

The newleaf sun had broken through a thin gray pelt of cloud cover, allowing the aging mother the chance to preen. Her elaborate grooming routine, she was convinced, shaved moons off of her appearance. Appleshade knew deep down in her heart of hearts that she had passed her prime, those glorious days of being a legendary beauty were alive only in memory now - but that was no excuse to let herself go.

Appleshade rasped her tongue over a feathery sorrel tail, watching affectionately as her little brood played and tumbled together. Asterkit, the smallest of her litter - StarClan how she despised the word runt, and any cat that dared call him such would find themselves in trouble! - yelped as he was bowled over by Birchkit’s messy leap.

”Gently, my loves.” Appleshade purred, resisting the urge to go touch her nose to each one. Sprucefur had not-so-subtly pointed out her preference for coddling. She couldn’t baby them forever, not even Asterkit, even though he was her little late bloomer.

”S’not my fault!” chided Birchkit through the moss, nearly indistinguishable from his sister if not for the mirror-like placement of their eyes (blue and green on one, green and blue on the other). ”Asterkit never moves when I tell him to. He’s such a snailbrain.”

Asterkit, bless him, always let his siblings’ chidings roll off his back like water from a leaf. The slender tom-kit was batting at the moss ball Birchkit had dropped, enticing them back into a game he never seemed to win.

Appleshade gasped, then with a loud tsk, swept her tail protectively around Asterkit, interrupting the play session. ”He is not a snailbrain, Asterkit just does things his own way. Don’t you, my dear?” Appleshade’s voice softened into a loving coo, and though Asterkit looked right at her - confused at the end of the playtime - he didn’t seem to acknowledge what had been said.

A thorn pierced Appleshade’s heart, and she eagerly licked away the dirt and loose hair from around the kit’s face, as if she would wash away whatever it was that made him… the way he was. He’ll grow out of it, she lied to herself, using a purr in her throat to smother her own growing feelings of dread.

548 Words || Aster is deaf, both Aster & Birch are adoptable!|| Tags

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Backdated to Newleaf 6: Overcast and breezy, the air smells fresh and even the most sluggish prey is out of hibernation.

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he forest was animated with prey too sluggish to resist sinking her fangs into. Robinpaw flicked an ear before she launched herself from the cover of the thick green underwood, cannoning across the open glade towards her target. The blue jay, startled from its melody, didn’t get the chance to screech a warning to other birds as the calico she-cat slammed her paws into its body. Knocking it into the ground, she sank her teeth into the throat of the stunned bird, blood spurting from the small wound before the snap of bone told her the jay was dead. Robinpaw licked the blood from her lips before plucking her latest catch from the ground, careening herself eagerly towards the direction of camp. The jay swung from her jaws as she strolled through the forest.

Her white paws carried her back to home, where she pushed her way through the entrance and emerged into the familiar sight of TreeClan’s camp. There was something reassuring in the knowledge that she would live out her entire life here, always within trotting distance of the den in which she had been born. Her bright green eyes scanned the clearing and landed on three pure white forms that tumbled and mewled not far from where their mother lay. She purred to herself through the feathers of the jay, and rather than approach the fresh-kill pile, she strolled towards Appleshade and her litter. When she finally reached them, she lay the dead bird by the regal queen’s side. "Hi, Appleshade." She meowed politely, dipping her head. “I was wondering if you or your kits were hungry?” She nodded to the jay. “I only just caught it.”

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Asterkit

6 Moons || TreeClan || Kit

Asterkit hit the ground with the softest thump, his light frame and feathery fur softening the blow. A mewl of displeasure rumbled up from his throat, the sound like the warble of an angry little bird. He fixed his striking blue gaze on his brother, eager to get him back for clumsily knocking into him. All of his focus was on the worn mossball that Birchkit held in his mouth. He crouched down, wiggling his rump in preparation to leap at his sturdier littermate and reclaim the mossball that he never seemed capable of earning.

But before he could leap, a blur of movement in the corner of his eye and the feeling of a soft tail swept around him, pulling him close. Confused and indignant that his mother had halted the game, Asterkit looked up at Appleshade intently with bewildered blue eyes, wondering if it had been something he did wrong. He felt a soft object roll against his paws, and looked down to see that Birchkit had dropped the mossball. He batted at it with his pale white paws, delighted at the small victory. He was unsure, however... if his mother wanted the game to continue. His eyes flicked back up to her loving face, searching for permission he didn't know how to ask for. He felt a flash of anxiety at the expression that crossed her face, something that looked like a blend of disappointment and worry all at once. His stomach clenched. He didn't like it when other cats looked at him like that, least of all Appleshade. The beautiful she-cat leaned down to lick his face, and he winced in protest as her rough tongue rasped over his white fur. Appleshade's efforts to keep her white kittens squeaky clean had resulted in Asterkit absolutely despising it. Though the scent of his mother gave him a sense of great comfort and safety, the scrapey texture of her tongue certainly did not. He ducked away from her tongue, his face twisted in the typical expression of "ew, please stop" and returned to batting the moss ball around before his littermates could steal it from him.

It was a full minute after Robinpaw's arrival before Asterkit even noticed she was there. The smell of the jay brushed his tongue, and he turned his head towards the source of it with a rumbling belly to announce his hunger. He purred, the vibration resounding deep in his chest. Padding towards the bird, Asterkit grabbed it by a blood-splattered wing and dragged it closer to Appleshade so she could have some if she wanted. He looked up at her, then down at the bird, planting his rump down on the smooth ground beneath him.

Can't you see I'm trying ?

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[Fawn]

Appleshade,

79 Moons, TreeClan, Queen

I dare you to let me be your one and only

"Good morning darling," Appleshade trilled, always happy to see the apprentice whose job it was to bring her and the other queens their meals. Her mate, Skyfall, often went out of his way to be the one to feed his family, and though she missed seeing him, Robinpaw's arrival was a welcome sight.

Asterkit took the brief lull in grooming to wriggle away from her; the indulgent queen made a lazy swipe to catch and bring him back, but watched, purringly, as he went back to the game of mossball. "Thank you, Robinpaw, we are quite hungry and that jay's feathers will look beautiful in my nest." Though the aged queen's eyes were warm and sparkling, they flitted from Robinpaw to little Asterkit, her heart pressing against her ribs as he failed to notice Robinpaw's presence at all.

Birchkit and Snowkit, on the other hand, were attempting to pounce on both her and the dead jay.

"How'd you catch a bird if it's always in the sky?" Birchkit asked, rump wiggling as he revved up to pounce on the fallen prey. "Can you leap super high?"

Snowkit inspected Robinpaw curiously, slender white whiskers twitching as she took in the new scents of the forest. Appleshade had not allowed the trio of siblings beyond the ancient stump, and Robinpaw - who seemed so much older and larger than they - was a marvel. "You got blood on the feathers," Snowkit critiqued, pointing one delicate white paw to the jay's wing. "How are we going to use it for our nests now?"

Appleshade tutted. "Don't fret, my darlings. Say thank you to Robinpaw for bringing us such a nice meal." The queen's feathery silvery-sorrel tail swept over Asterkit, gently nudging the tom so that he might watch and copy his siblings - but the smallest kit was eagerly dragging over the jay instead.

"Thank you Robinpaw," the twin-like pair chimed. Asterkit plopped his snow white rump down and looked at his mother eagerly, seemingly oblivious to her prior instructions; Appleshade's heart softened, and she nodded. "Do try to keep yourselves clean," sighed Appleshade, already anticipating having to lick the blood off their pristine pelts for the rest of the morning.

"Asterkit's a snailbrain," Birchkit whispered to Robinpaw when he was sure his mother couldn't hear. "He ignores everybody, you just get used to it."

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Asterkit

6 Moons || TreeClan || Kit

Asterkit was mystified. Appleshade just stared at him with the most tender expression crossing her face, and gave up on coaxing him towards his siblings. Did she not want any? He peeked aside at Birchkit and Snowkit, who were already pawing at the limp jay. He bumped them roughly with a small white paw, frowning. They were so greedy sometimes, and what if their mother was hungry? He knew that if Birchkit and Snowkit began tearing into the bird now, they’d leave nothing but shreds and bones left over, with opalescent feathers for their nest.

The jay was still warm when he unintentionally brushed past it. It must have only just been caught. It sure did smell delicious, and Asterkit was losing his patience to wait for Appleshade to decide if she wanted some or not. His stomach gurgled in complaint, and his blue eyes flicked from Robinpaw back to his mother. She didn’t seem very interested in the bird. Taking that as firm evidence that she didn’t want any, he turned back towards the blue-feathered prey… only to find that Birchkit and Snowkit had already started eating against his wishes. A flicker of annoyance entered his eyes. Didn’t they know that Appleshade had to eat too? Settling down next to Birchkit, Asterkit sniffed the flesh of the bird curiously. He had never eaten this kind before. He took a tentative bite of the bird, surprised that it had a sweet, gamey flavour. He didn’t really mind it, but it wasn’t his favourite. He took another bite, but this time accidentally snagged a feather in his teeth. He spat it out, but it fluttered up and landed on his pink nose, causing him to sneeze.

Can't you see I'm trying ?

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obinpaw was pleased to hear the cheerful note to Appleshade’s musical voice, and a smile drifted across her face. It was nice to have one’s company enjoyed, even if it was required as part of her tasks as an apprentice. “Isn’t it always?” She purred. She watched with great amusement as one of her kits, Asterkit, wriggled free from her grasp. “You’ve got your paws full, I see.” She commented ryely, flicking an ear. “I’d say it’s hard keeping those white coats spotless.” She sat herself down, enjoying the occasional brush of sunlight on her fur as it escaped the obstruction of the clouds. She was surprised when Asterkit pointedly ignored her, and wondered if she had said or done anything to upset the little kit. Maybe he didn’t like that she’d implied he was hard work for his mother to handle.

She didn’t have long to wonder, however. Birchkit and Snowkit seemed intent on asking her every question that popped into their young minds. The odd-eyed pair were relentless in their curiousity about the older cat, and Robinpaw didn’t know how to handle all the extra attention. She bit back a laugh at Birchkit’s question, purring. “Not as high as a StoneClan cat, no.” She purred. “The trick to catching a bird is fooling the bird into thinking you’re not even there. Sometimes I even hold my breath.” She flicked the kit playfully with a red tail. “I’ll tell you all my bird-catching tricks once you’re a ‘paw yourself.” Snowkit’s whiskers tickled against her shoulder, but at least the onslaught of questions was over. At the she-kit’s accusation, Robinpaw raised a non-existent brow. “I apologise, Snowstar. I’ll make sure to kill all your birds by sitting on them in future, and you’ll have spotless feathers from now on.” Her normally serious attitude thawed somewhat around kits, their boisterousness and energy rubbed off on her.

When Appleshade scolded them for their complaining, Robinpaw offered the she-cat a knowing smile before purring at the kits. “You’re very welcome, kits.” She said, though she did notice that Asterkit didn’t so much as glance at her. The tortoiseshell feline settled down in front of the white kits, her green eyes tired from the rather busy day. Birchkit leaned in to whisper quietly to her, and Robinpaw wasn’t surprised to hear what words he wanted to share beyond his mother’s ear. “Is he, now?” She meowed quietly. “When me and my littermates were kits, they called me a snailbrain, too.” She told him, but without a trace of malice or annoyance. “Maybe if you stopped calling him that, he might not ignore you.”

She was interupted by Asterkit's abrupt sneeze, which prompted Robinpaw to laugh. “Would you like me to pluck it for you, Asterkit?” She purred. But the kitten didn't even glance her direction, and instead batted the feather away and continued eating. Robinpaw shot a bewildered look at his mother, at a loss as to why the little white kitten seemed determined to blatantly ignore everyone around him.

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[Fawn]

Appleshade,

79 Moons, TreeClan, Queen

I dare you to let me be your one and only

"Oh sweetheart, you have no idea!" Appleshade gushed at mention of keeping their pelts clean. "I swear, I've rubbed all the bristles off my tongue these past three moons." As if self-conscious of her grooming skills somehow dwindling, Appleshade ran a quick tongue over her own chest fluff, teasing the soft sorrel-silver fur into a neat quoff.

When the barrage of questions started, Appleshade purred in full, very pleased to see how Robinpaw adapted to each of their little personalities. She's such a dear, I'll have to ask her to kit-sit for me if Finchcloud doesn't mind. Appleshade would enjoy the break, the chance to stretch her legs and maybe go lay in the sunshine with Skyfall. The queen sighed dreamily, snapping out of her hazy thoughts at the abrupt sneeze from Asterkit.

Appleshade's laugh was melodious - until Robinpaw's question, and the bewildered look the apprentice shot her when Asterkit simply... ignored her. Birchkit and Snowkit were taking turns pouncing on the feather Asterkit had batted away, enjoying the impromptu game. Appleshade's heart leaped into her throat, and she could not meet Robinpaw's gaze, not fully. "I'm sure he would love that," she forced a cheery tone. "He's quite preoccupied with doing it himself, that's all. Perhaps you could show him how?"

Another bewildered stare, another excuse. That would be the third one in a half moon. The other apprentices were beginning to get used to Asterkit's disinterest in them, but every once in a while, someone would look at him that way and then look at her that way, and Appleshade's heart would shatter.

Oh Skyfall, bemoaned the queen, what is wrong with our son?

279 Words || Notes || ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

OOC: Feel free to puppet Birchkit if that would help with your post! He's an NPC right now.

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Asterkit

6 Moons || TreeClan || Kit

Asterkit turned his bright blue eyes on his identical siblings as they bumped into him while he tried to eat. His handsome little face lit up with delight, excited by the prospect of the new game. But when he attempted to snatch the gorgeous blue feather in his teeth, Birchkit very easily batted him aside to take his prize. You wanna make it hard, huh? The smaller kitten dropped his front half down in a playful bow, rump in the air. I could get that feather with my eyes closed.

But before he could leap into the game, he felt a paw tap his shoulder. His eerily still ears gave a single rare twitch in surprise as he turned his face to Robinpaw. Her expression was earnest and helpful as she flicked her tail to the bird. Does she want to eat some, too? Asterkit wondered, not sure why the calico she-cat wanted his attention. Forgetting the game, and curious about what she wanted, the small white tom rejoined Robinpaw by the bird. He watched in mild horror as she tore the feathers from the side of the animal, springing to his paws. Why is she taking the feathers? She's ruining the bird! He thought in dismay, glancing behind him at Birchkit and Snowkit. But his brother and sister were entirely preoccupied with playing with that wretched feather. Asterkit swung his gaze around to rest on his mother, who he shot a desperate and helpless expression. Stop her! His blue irises were a blend of confusion and outrage, not understanding why Robinpaw would want to tear up their dinner. But Appleshade did nothing, it seemed it was up to Asterkit to save the day.

However, when he trotted back to Robinpaw, she had finished stripping the bird, and piled the feathers neatly beside their nest. The flesh of the bird wasn't ruined, it was just bald. Asterkit sniffed warily at it, then took a tentative bite. It was good, and the fluffy feathers that had been tickling his nose were now gone. Understanding and gratitude rose in his chest, and he resumed eating with ravenous bites. It was then that Birchkit and Snowkit rejoined their brother at the bird, and all three pure white kittens tucked into the remaining bits of freshkill with delight.

Can't you see I'm trying ?

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he noticed that Appleshade couldn't quite meet her gaze, and a pang of guilt clutched her chest. She hoped she hadn't made the queen feel like Robinpaw was implying anything about her kit. Whatever reason Asterkit was... the way that he was, it was no fault of hers. And it was impossible to be annoyed with such a cute little kit, no matter how strange he was. He would probably grow out of it, anyway. "Alright then. Asterkit, I'm gonna show you how to pluck a bird, okay?" She purred, trying to sound friendly for the aloof little kit. But he seemed to have turned his attention back to his siblings, trying to wrestle the feather from their grasp. They easily got it back off him, but he clearly wasn't deterred from the failure. Laughing lightly, Robinpaw reached out to tap Asterkit on his tiny shoulder. Relieved when he turned his attention back towards her, she gestured to the bird with her tail. "The worst part about eating birds is the feathers." She said in a light tone. "But if you pluck them, then the feathers aren't a problem anymore. They'll also be nice in your nest, if your mother would like them." Robinpaw looked to Appleshade for approval. 

When she grasped the feathers of the tail in her teeth and began tugging them free of the bird, however, Asterkit didn't seem like he was listening anymore. He ran between her, his siblings and his mother, eyes wide. Robinpaw let out a patient sigh, and simply continued plucking. It was up to him if he wanted to pay attention or not, she wasn't his mother or his mentor. When the bird was bald as a baby chick, Robinpaw gently pushed it towards Asterkit. "There you go." She smiled kindly, hoping that treating the tom kindly would bring him out of his shell. He sniffed at the bird cautiously before taking a few bites, seemingly pleased with the now bald bird. Robinpaw stacked the feathers neatly next to their nest, happy that her work here was done. "I think I should get going, and leave you and your kits to relax." Robinpaw said politely with a respectful dip of her head. Her green eyes drifted over to the white litter, all three of them were finishing off the bird. "They're good kits." She said to the queen. "I bet you and Skyfall are proud."

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[Fawn]

Appleshade,

82 Moons, TreeClan, Queen

I dare you to let me be your one and only

Robinpaw did not question Appleshade's hasty explanation of Asterkit's behavior; the young apprentice seemed to understand that it was best not to dig too deeply into subjects like these. Appleshade had never been what she considered a liar, and she certainly didn't like doing it now, though she would defend her little ones with claws and words if need be.

The pretty queen watched Robinpaw's nimble plucking of the bird, covering her mouth with her tail to hide her laughter at Asterkit's utter alarm. He looked ready to attack Robinpaw over what she was doing, confusion and horror in her son's big blue eyes. It was funny at first, but that humor was short lived; is this the world you live in, my little love? A world where no one can explain anything to you? A world where you can't...

No, she mustn't say it. Mustn't even entertain the thought.

Soon enough, Robinpaw finished and the three snowy kittens were showing off their appetites. It was a relief to no longer be nursing; Appleshade felt bound, afraid to even leave long enough to make dirt when she was her kits' only source of food. Of course there were other queens - but Appleshade would rather lose half her whiskers than pass off her motherly duties onto someone else. These were her little darlings, her three little snow white doves.

They were perfect, each and every one.

"We are," Appleshade gushed, feeling her heart swell and overcome the ache deep in her breast. "We're very proud. Thank you again, my darling. You've been wonderful to my three. Do come by again, any time." Appleshade's eyes were soft and warm. She really had appreciated the young apprentice's company.
"Good luck with your training, Robinpaw! I'm sure you'll be wonderful!"

It was the queen's friendly farewell, before her attention returned to the happily eating kits. Oh, she hoped they left at least a little for her.

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Asterkit

6 Moons || TreeClan || Kit

The distant little kit jerked his nose back as Birchkit accidentally nipped him, so intent was his brother on gulping down the tasty bird meat. Indignant, Asterkit rubbed his nose with a bright paw, turning his blue eyes towards the retreating form of Robinpaw. She was gone before he could wonder much about the calico she-cat. His azure eyes fell upon the colourful feathers that the dead jay had left behind, and he abandoned the feast to select one such feather to add to their nest. He chose one at the top of the pile, a fluffy feather that was long and only slightly damaged. And no blood had gotten on this one either, which made it perfect for his purposes. Carrying the feather back to the rather ruffled nest that the three could barely share anymore, Asterkit stuck the blue plumage in among the nest, a beautiful splash of blue among the green stalks.

Proud of his minimal decorating work, Asterkit turned his gaze to Appleshade, forever seeking her approval. His expression was bright, he had already forgotten the dark and foreboding look Appleshade had given him only a few minutes ago. All of his attention was now on the feather, and the contentment he felt simply by being near his littermates and mother. Sure, Birchkit pummelled him a little too harshly when they played, but it was all the same brand of fun to Asterkit. He adored his family, and despite the odd looks they sometimes gave him, he really liked being near them and breathing in their comforting scent. Asterkit licked the traces of blood from his maw, stark on his bright white coat. Drawing his paws over his face, it took a good few minutes of mopping to banish the last remaining stains of red.

Can't you see I'm trying ?

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SKYFALL

When it crumbles, we will stand TALL and face it all together

Although age was beginning to settle into his bones, the biggest blessing offered to him by his white coat was that he didn’t look any older. The muzzle-silvering that was so indicative of aging cats went unnoticed on his snowy coat, and the only way you could tell he was feeling older was the stiffness with which he rose every morning alongside his tendency to tire a little faster than he used to. He still retained his warrior title for the time being, though he saw himself retiring not too long from now.

Perhaps when the kits are finally apprenticed. He thought to himself with a fond purr. Just picturing the three white bundles of joy currently being overseen by his beautiful mate brought a bounce back to his step. He was just finishing a border patrol, and couldn’t wait to spend some time with his family. Mismatched eyes flickered over familiar territory as the small group filtered through the entrance to the camp. Although he wanted to make a beeline for the nursery, the white senior warrior detoured to the freshkill pile, ducking to pull a mouse from its contents before reorienting himself toward the nursery.

He knew that one of the apprentices, Robinpaw, often brought prey to Appleshade and the kits. It was possible she would have already done so, but just in case Appleshade had yet to eat, Skyfall brought with him that mouse to share. As he approached, he noticed blue jay’s feathers strewn about. Some had even made it safely into the nest, no doubt an attempt at brightening the monochromatic green mess of grasses. Purring softly to himself, he padded up behind the kits, immediately drawing the attention of two pairs of mismatched eyes.

Snowkit all but leapt to her paws at the sight of her father, dainty and clumsy all at once as she sashayed his way. “Daddy, daddy, you will never guess what! Robinpaw brought us a blue jay, with feathers prettier than even the sky! She even plucked it for us, to preserve the color and let us eat in peace! Some of the feathers have a little blood on them, which is just terrible, isn’t it Asterkit?” Declared the she-kit of the litter, shifting so that she pressed against her distant brother. But she hardly stopped to give him time to react.

“It was still a pretty gift though, and now there are blue feathers in our nest. I think it looks much better now. What do you think, Momma?” She chimed, spinning all the way around to look at Appleshade with her brilliant gaze. Behind her, Skyfall rumbled with laughter as he swept his thick white tail around all three kits, guiding them gently toward their mother. Depositing the mouse near his mate, the white tom lowered himself next to her so he could properly observe their kits. “It certainly has brightened up the place, hm?” He responded to his daughter, who nodded boisterously. “You all seemed to have enjoyed your jay though, haven’t you? Each of you is wearing just a little bit on your faces. Except Asterkit. You cleaned yourself up, didn’t you?” He purred, a warm smile spreading on his features.

Snowkit seemed particularly alarmed by that statement, her tail fluffing up as she quickly leapt to her mother’s side, eyes wide in obvious distress. “Momma, is my coat dirty? I can’t be dirty! You’ll help me, won’t you Momma?” She all but whimpered, sitting directly in front of her mother and waiting desperately for Appleshade to fix all that was wrong in her world.

86 Moons. TreeClan. Senior Warrior.

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