Wait, whose kits are these? [open]

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    Pirahnapaw nodded. "Yup!!"


    [Hmm... wwe need more rp'ers in general... I'm going to set up an AquaClan adoption thread, I think. ^^]

    IC: Scratch smiled, glancing at the kits, who were getting restless.

    OOC: Sweet! ^^ Sorry for lack of RP response -_-;;

    "Perhaps one, Nobody," he grinned, dipping his head, "Invisible. What do we-" he flicked his tail at the sleepy kits "- do now?"

    He nodded. "I'll go get some supplies from the medicine cat den to make them--and you, Scratch--some nests." The cream tom ran off to go get the stuff.

    "Alright," Scratch replied, sitting to wait for the apprentices. The three kits moved closer to him, feeling the warmth of his pelt on their own and yawning.

    The cream tom nodded happily. "Sure," He replied to his sister through a mouthful of bedding. He dropped it in the apprentice's den, and started to for a nest. He purred as he worked, happy to help Scratch at the four kits... who were basically apprentice aged.

    Pirahnapaw soon finished one nest, big enough to hold two of the kits. "Here's one!" He called cheerfully to Scratch, purring.

    Fawnpaw finished one too, big enough to hold Scratch and maybe one of the kits. "Here's another!" she meowed to Scratch and Piranhapaw.

    He smiled, looking at Scratch, and then headed off to make the last nest for Scratch-- this one would go in the warriors' den.

    Scratch and the kits waited where Pirahanapaw told them too, the kits getting more tired by the moment. He watched Pirahanapaw and Fawnpaw travel from den to den, making nests, he guessed with a yawn of his own.

    Ice nodded shyly at Fawnpaw, the little silver and white kit sitting up to answer silently. As Scratch looked at the other two, he spoke for them. "I believe we all are," he said, smiling at the apprentice.

    Pirahnapaw busily made the last nest, weaving the strands of reed in and out, and then lying feathers and down. He gently placed it in an empty spot in the alpha's den. He padded out, and walked towards Fawnpaw, Scratch and the kits. The tom smiled; pleased, his cream fur gently waving in the wind.