A worried Young Queen

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    Echokit stretched"Hewo"she said to her brother.

    "Hewwo," Moorkit answered. He licked the back of her ear a couple times, then paused. "I guesh you coul' shee me, huh?" he mewed shrilly, then looked back at FreckleHeart. He didn't know what it was, but something about her bothered him. Not bothered in the sense of annoying him, but bothered in the sense of making him suddenly sad.

    Guilekit curled up in a tight ball inbetween her mother's paws, and FreckleHeart bent down to gently groom the back of her daughter's neck. She looked just like her. Just like her. No-one had said it yet, but she knew they had noticed. The father of three of her kits was casually staying away from any mention or notice of her, and she didn't much mind - she had fancied him once, yes, but apparently he was also the father of three other litters in the Nursery at this time.
    The r*****t.
    But the she-cat wasn't smart, she knew. Every one of her(admittedly few) thoughts were telling her to leave him be, but every sense in her body wanted to drive her back to him - and the other tom. Ahh, the other tom. Dammit, she didn't even know the WindClan Apprentice's - not an apprentice anymore, probably - name. What about the kits? She hadn't completed her own Apprenticeship, and she had wanted to give up her kits. But when she looked down at their five little faces, her frail heart pounded harder, and she pulled them close.

    "Hi"Echokit said to her mother.

    "Mama," Moorkit grumbled as he was slid across the nursery floor closer to her. But he looked up at her, scenting sadness on her. "Aw you okay?" he asked, crawling over to lick her paw in concern.

    Hurriedly grooming each of her kits in turn, FreckleHeart mumbled their names as her tongue rasped over their soft, downy coats. "Moorkit... Dawnkit... Echokit... Guilekit... Emeraldkit... My kits. My kits..." And as she said it, she knew then. She knew she could never give them up. "You're mine," she repeated quietly. "And I'm never going to give you up, no matter what they all say... I'm okay, Moorkit, because I have you."


    She was quite proud of herself for that little speech.

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    Moorkit curled up into a ball near FreckleHeart's paw, purring lightly. He rubbed his tiny head against her ankle. "Good," he answered. "Den I nok goin' anywheaw," he mewed. "You kin alwaysh hash me."

    Echokit fell asleep next to her brother.

    OOC: Thanks, Rituki :) Good Bump ^^
    The Kits are now 31/2 moons old. They can see, hear and smell well, and speech is almost perfect - imagine a five-year-old. They're adventurous and cheeky, can wander around Camp, and some may be feeling adventurous and try prey. Eyes are their adult colour }}


    IC:

    GuileKit poked her head up over her mother's leg - the she-cat seemed to be asleep - and prodded one of her sisters gently. "D-dawnKit? Will you play with me?" Receiving no immediate response, the four-moon kit turned away, wiggled her back end theatrically, and pounced playfully on another of her siblings. "Emmy!" She still struggled to pronounce 'EmeraldKit', though had got the hang of her other littermates' names by now.

    A paw jabbed into FreckleHeart's stomach, and her eyes snapped open with a start. Her initial reaction was fear - could someone have stolen her kits!? - but the poke was a small one, and with relief she counted five squirming forms, nestled asleep in her lap. She blearily licked the perpetrator on the back of the head, but was still too sleepy to see which of her kits it was. Closing her pale green eyes, she shifted to form a barrier over them, then drifted back off into the calm, warm sleep.
    She was woken again abruptly at a squeal of "DawnKit! You's awake!"

    Echokit woke up suprised to see Frewckleheart worried.

    Freckleheart's shifting body gently roused Moorkit. He blinked his bright green eyes and smacked his jaws sleepily. He yawned as he rose to stretch his tiny body, then rubbed his head against Freckleheart. Then he realized with a start she was still asleep. He hoped he hadn't awoken her.


    Moorkit quickly found something else to do. He turned and saw Echokit, up and eyes open. "Morning!" he called, mostly to Echo, but also to his other siblings as well.

    Echokit looked lazily tward her brother but imediatly purked up seeing it was moor kit.""Mornin!"she told her brother.

    GuileKit turned back around, smiling, and watched her siblings expectantly, as though waiting for them to notice her. Sitting down and yawning, she lifted a paw and rubbed it over her ears, mimicking the action her mother often did when trying to get the attention of the big tom warriors she seemed so fond of. Sticking out her chest and half-closing her green eyes, dilute calico fur flat and neat, at that moment she looked the exact image of FreckleHeart, miniturised.


    And looking down at her kit sharply at that moment, the Queen felt a spark of something close to terror run down her spine. Please don't make the same mistakes as me.