Kits of the Soul [Soulkeeper's kitting]

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    Nightwing looked at Godkit a moment, he was a kind little cat, more like Heartedfool's brother: Heartbeat, than the roan tom... not that they wern't one in the same now a days. The slightly older tom nodded his head, "I will not rest until i have found exactly what has happened." He meowed hopping that would make she she-cat feel alittle better. He didn't dare mention the state Omen had been in or the rouge he'd faught and killed protecting his own apprentice. From today forwards his life got complecated...


    "Thank you little ones." Soulkeeper meowed gently, she needed to do something to take her mind off this issue or she'd have a mental break down that rivaled the mental instability of her mate, "comeone little ones i promised that when you woke i'd take you to meet the clan, lets do that." she sugested choking back her emotions much to the black tom's dismay. She almost reminded him of himself all those years ago.

    Darkkit let out a breath, rolling away from his mother's side. "I don't want to meet the clan," he muttered stubbornly, curling up into a tight ball but continuing to stare ahead.

    "you're going to have to at some point, you can't live in here your whole life." The she-cat meowed, "Come on of i'll carry you out." she said gently, despite her trauma she wouldn't be cruel to her kits, she would never let herself be.

    Darkkit sighed. "If I must," he muttered, pushing himself to his paws and padding past both Soulkeeper and Nightwing, out into camp. He didn't seem to enthusiastic, and looked only vaguely interested in what lied beyond the walls of the nursery. He simply sat down right outside the entrance of the den, parting his jaws in a yawn and gazing absently at his paws.