The nursery was a buzz with activity. After a cooling rain the previous night, most moods were brightened with the activities of the day. Namely with the arrival of a meal. While many kits scampered about, either nursing or boasting about the meal that warriors brought them, a particular mixed ball of fur, lay near the opening of the den. Baby, blue eyes that had opened two moons ago, stared out at the clan, outside his four walled home, narrowing in an almost observant trance, as they watched with an intrigued curiosity. Or...would that be jealousy? While his clan went on with their lives doing whatever came natural to them, he was stuck in this den. Forced to watch as they did what they wanted. While he was...bored out of his mind.
The thought of play had come to mind, but with his mother's watchful glaze upon him and his siblings, he knew there would be no way for him to sneak out of the den. To even go off on his own to explore. With his importance and such, it was only a matter of time before an alarm would be raised and the idea of putting his overall older mother's patience to the test. It was simply out of the question. Lilygleam was not an aggressive or a temperamental she-cat, but she knew when and how to put a kit in its place and Pebblekit held no desire to be grounded to the den.
To go no further than the den's entrance was a feat worst than death for a kit. So he was stuck, at least he wasn't alone. Maybe he could get one of his siblings to play with him? Or maybe...get his mother or another to tell him a story? The first sounded more plausible and so with that in mind, he turned to find one of his siblings. While doing his best to ignore his own growing hungry building in his small belly. Playtime first, and then food later. In that order.
Post by ▲ Fabrication on Jul 29, 2020 6:00:13 GMT -5
The earth still had that damp, moist scent that came from freshly fallen rain. It had almost all dried up, but in RainClan, no cat was ever truly free from the damp. A soft breeze rustled through the camp, as hushed as the distant murmurings of clanmates as they organised the patrols of the day, as well as who would be escorting Dewfrost to the Moon Tree that night. The oily, tantalising scent of fish engulfed the den, the other kits still munching on scraps of fish or discussing which part of the fish tasted best. Most could still remember the taste of milk, and though they had long been weaned, still missed the sweet, easy meal their mothers once supplied.
Riverkit was apart from the other kittens in his own little corner of the nursery, his small blue eyes fixed just across the way at the grey form that sat at the entrance. A pang of worry pulsed through the small tom's body as his brother turned disinterested eyes away from the food in the den and stared out into the camp. He looked a little... lost. Maybe put out by the fact that Lilygleam had told them not to play outside, for fear they'd get under paw and disrupt the work happening outside. Getting to his paws, Riverkit tottered awkwardly over to his brother, an easy smile spreading across his face. "Hey, Pebblekit." He meowed softly, with that squeaky, high-pitched voice that had a long way to go before it settled into the deep tone of a grown tom. "You wanna play moss ball inside?" He asked, wanting to take that bored misery away his brother's eyes. He couldn't stand it when other cats were miserable.
He didn't know if Lilygleam would even let them toss moss around in an enclosed space. She wasn't the strictest mother, but she ruled the nursery with all the authority of a former deputy. She knew how to get the kits in the den to listen to what she had to say, and she didn't accept any backchat or cheek. Her stories were fun to listen to but didn't provide the sort of energetic entertainment a growing kit required. They needed to move, fight and pounce. They were like little bundles of energy wrapped in fur, an energy that would burst if it were to be held back. So Pebblekit certainly wasn't the only one in the nursery feeling cooped up and bored witless. "We could playfight, too." He added, puffing out his little blue-grey chest. He likened himself to be a very good fighter, though had yet to prove it in many of the games they'd played. "We could play RiverClan against ThunderClan!" The ancient Clans survived only in nursery legends, and Riverkit often imagined that the cats of RiverClan could breathe underwater, that they gills and fins like fish and could speed through the water like pike. Though, Riverkit had no idea what a pike even looked like. Only that they had the nasty habit of snatching wayward kittens from the murky depths.
The soft mew that sounded behind him, brought Pebblekit out of his own mind. His ears flicked slightly, before his head turned, taking in his brother's form, hovering so close behind him. The two were similar in appearance, brothers obviously, even with their vast differences. Riverkit seemed to take after their mother, Lilygleam, while Pebblekit, on the other hand, was more of a blend of both of their parents. He was too young to understand, the sudden small swell of emotion seeping into his belly as he took in his brother before him. But in the long run, it would be just a small thread of many things to come that would define the jealous natural that was to be Pebblekit.
For the moment, he merely twitched his tail in response to his brother's words. A smile pulling to his lips at the suggestion of playing moss ball. But it began to dull around the edges as something came to mind. "It's a little cramped in here..." He remarked almost depressingly so, flicking his tail towards the queens and the other kits rolling around in the nursery's depths. The abundance of life dwelling within the four walls of the nursery, while spacious, was not destined for a lot of cats to be housed. Which was why, the day he became an apprentice, Pebblekit was going to be highly thankful for. Until then, however, his misery of wanting to do something to get his mind off his boredom, was more overwhelming than thinking of the consequences of his or his brother's actions. Whether to play moss ball or play fight. Anything was better than to just sit there and wait for something to happen. At such a young age, it was up to kits to make their own fun. Or that's at least Pebblekit told himself, before he looked back to his brother, a grin spreading to his lips.
"Play fight sounds better than moss ball," He mewed with a soft laugh, before he sprang at his brother. Paws extended but with claws away, the same grin spread on his young maw. The second option had sounded more fun than the first, despite the fact both would have been a means to ending Pebblekit's boredom. He was the type of kit, who needed distraction from his own mind, and thanks to his brother, this would do the trick. "Got you, Riverkit" He announced with a loud purr, and another laugh. He had hoped that his lunge would have given him the surprise he needed, in order to jump and pin his brother down before he could see what he was about to do.