Kits of the Soul [Soulkeeper's kitting]

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    "There you go, you've got the hang of it well done!" Soulkeeper cheered as little Darkkit whirled around in joy, he'd be one heck of a warrior, he'd be an amazing apprentice and who knew what more he could be! She just couldn't wait to watch the rest of their lives! She hoped she could mentor one. And Heartedfool too... Maybe, just maybe even Nightwing would take one in?
    Noticing her shy little, only, daughter soulkeeper nudged her gently, "come on Dreamkit, the world is waiting for you."


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    Nightwing cracked a crooked smile, though his eyes shadowed pain, pain that was too distant for the kits to notice, but pain none the less, "No little ones." He said with a chuckle in his low, yet midnight still voice, "I'm more like... an uncle." He sugested, he was sure he could live with that title and so could the kit's parents. Nightwing had never been a 'family man' but he was kind of enjoying these kit's company.

    "I'm Nightwing, warrior of Windclan, like you will be one day." He meowed flatly, his past was his past this was who he was now. "And don't worry little one. Your father will make it home. He's never failed your mother before."

    Dreamkit opened her eyes suddenly and scrambled to her paws. "What if he nevwer comes home?" she squeaked gravely.

    Dreamkit looked at Nightwing with a solemn expression. She blinked and shook her head to clear it; she glanced back at Nightwing, her face soft and kit-like again. "Let's plway!" she squeaked.

    "He will." the skinny black tom promised, confidance booming in his voice, but deep down there was a fleck of fear in his heart, he hadn't heard from Heartedfool in days, weeks, he'd have to look for him. "Your father's name is Heartedfool. A great, loyal, warrior of Windclan. Build like a Riverclanner, but with the heart of a tiger, signified by his roan stripes." The kits needed an image of their father, and they needed the best one he could come up with. A tiger warrior of Windclan, nothing beat that image. Besides the thought seemed to cheer Soulkeeper too.

    godkit stood there staring at nightwing in awwe he was soo big and strong the kit wanted to be just like him when he became a worrior "uncle nightwing" he mewed his yellow eyes watching him "will you teach me to be a wooriorior" (spelt wrong to be cute)

    "Hey!" Dreamkit squeaked, terribly offended. "How dare you say dat? I shall put a... a... uh.... a curse upon you and your family!"

    "You are his family," Darkit pointed out to Dreamkit, finally padding over to join his siblings. "You'd be cursing yourself."

    Darkkit blinked, padding forward. "Dreamkit?" He lifted one of his large paws and prodded her with a force enough to send a small kit toppling to the ground, unaware of his own strength.

    Dreamkit collapsed onto the ground. "How dare you?!" she squeaked, scrambling to her paws. The kit hissed at her brother angrily.

    Darkkit flattened his ears, ducking away from his sister's harsh glare. "I didn't mean to," he said quietly.

    Dreamkit glared at her brother angrily for another heartbeat. Suddenly, she smiled and jumped around. "It's okay!" she mewed.

    Darkkit watched as she bounced about. "Uh...O-Okay." He said, sounding unsure.