hard at work » task, fixing dens

Trotting at a slower pace after his sister, Whitekit glanced over his shoulder as she called for a warrior to help them. He knew that was probably a good idea, in case they encountered any areas they couldn't reach or fill properly, but Whitekit also knew that they would probably be able to get most of the work done on their own as well. While his sister called for a warrior, Whitekit started clawing carefully at the moss growing by the medicine den. He was able to gently tear up large clumps of the slightly damp growth, big enough that it would be effective at blocking leaks when stuffed into crevices. He also knew which area of moss to leave alone, as he knew from observation that the medicine cats preferred to use a certain section of growth for their tasks that needed moss. If Waspkit came over to help, he would make sure to let her know to leave that area alone.

"put me in the dirt; let me be with the stars."

Kits really did grow up so fast, soon enough they would be apprentices. Rainpaw still remembered they day she helped their mother, Minnowstar, during the kitting. Now here they were running around with the world ahead of them. She once thought that she would be the medicine cat they would grow up to and come to when they had any problems. But now she was an one eye apprentice, recovering because she had been foolish enough to try and see her father in Bloodclan. She was almost healed enough that she could start her training to become a warrior, almost behind the training by three whole moons. There was a lot she had to learn and she knew it was unlikely that she would become a warrior at the same age as everyone else. Her dark blue eye watched as the kits moved towards the den, thinking they were awfully cute. "I can help!" she said, thinking she could try and still be the same cheery Rainpaw.

While she had been the one to assign the task, that didn't mean the blue cat didn't have some free time to help out, too. After all, she wouldn't ask a Clanmate to complete a task she herself wasn't willing to do. Approaching the group with a calm nod of acknowledgement that she would be helping, Glacewing headed towards the supplies, picking some up silently and veering to aid in the rebuilding of dens.

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A little startled at all the help they were suddenly receiving, Whitekit merely shrugged and stayed quiet, hoping to stay mostly to himself while they did this. He kept carefully tearing the moss back from the surface it had grown to and piled it up beside him. He was secretly happy to see that Rainpaw was offering to help and interacting with others. He had overheard enough from his mother and the other warriors about what had happened regarding Rainpaw's position in the medicine den, and he was glad she still seemed to want to be part of the Clan despite all that.

"put me in the dirt; let me be with the stars."

The she-cat glanced to her side, catching a familiar tortoiseshell pelt. So Briarfrost had returned, it seemed, a day late and mouse-tail short. Cedar's rogue group tore through camp, wounding their warriors and endangering the formerly-pregnant Minnowstar. Luckily the leader had given birth with no complications, yet Glacewing certainly missed the aid of another warrior during that raid. She wouldn't like to hold a grudge, though, so instead she remained grateful for her current presence. Striding over to join her moving the massive pile of ferns. "I've got the other end for you," informed the blue point, nodding to Briarfrost to move it into place while she kept the fern steady.

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Glancing at his pile of moss, Whitekit gave a satisfied little nod and trotted quickly over to Glacewing and...wait who was that? Whitekit had never seen this cat before, but Glacewing didn't seem alarmed by their presence. If anything, they seemed rather friendly, the deputy actually aiding this cat with fortifying a den roof. Shrugging, Whitekit walked up to the pair and looked up at Glacewing.

"I've got a big pile of moss ready to fill up any cracks or leaks. Is there a den I should look at first?" Glancing sideways at the new cat, Whitekit didn't want to seem as overly curious as he felt, so he settled with simply asking, "Also, who is this?"

"put me in the dirt; let me be with the stars."

She was well aware that many had probably heard what happened to her. That Starclan told the leader that she was not meant to be the medicine cat, Rainpaw then went to see her father in Bloodclan, and a feline took her eye. Now she was back and recovering, soon to start her training. She was also aware that some probably judged her for going to Bloodclan in the first place. Some probably agreed with Starclan's choice of demoting her and finding a more suitable feline. Someone more stable. Her one eye looked to Brookkit, "I'm glad to see you around too." the apprentice said, aiming to gently touch their back with her tail. Her head then turned back to the task, though she was unsure how to help.

Her tail flicked dismissively at the apology Briarfrost gave, finishing up helping her before replying, "We can't change the past. It's what you do in the present and future that will define you." Unless the other had done something truly despicable, she held no ill feelings towards her. Minnowstar seemed to feel positively towards Briarfrost, so Glacewing would make an effort. Besides, it wasn't as if the she-cat could have known about the attacks. No one was psychic. Turning as she was prompted by Whitekit, a curious child of their leader, she explained, "This is Briarfrost, a warrior of SkyClan."

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Whitekit was never one to brag, so when he answered Briarfrost, it was merely a statement of fact than anything else. "Minnowstar's my mom, and Waspkit, Wolfkit, Poppykit, and Breezekit are my littermates." Turning his head to look in Waspkit's direction, Whitekit gave a tiny shrug. "They all think I'm kind of weird, but we're related so I can't be that weird compared to them, I suppose."

"put me in the dirt; let me be with the stars."

The little tom shrugged, giving Briarfrost an odd look. "Mother says that she doesn't know our father, and no one is really acting as a second mother. Though, the whole Clan seems content with making sure my sisters stay out of trouble." If Whitekit had to guess by Briarfrost's reaction alone, he would wager that there were some half-buried feelings between this warrior and his mother. This should be interesting when Mother arrives...

"put me in the dirt; let me be with the stars."

//Ruh roh raggy

Minnowstar's my mom. The leader hears her son announce the fact to a cat, and she momentarily wonders who in StarClan's name didn't know by now. Is someone visiting?

As Minnowstar turns to see who he's talking to, and hears the familiar voice-as close to her heart as breathing air, as walking on the grass-she can't help but think shit. The short she-cat had known Briarfrost had returned, and it wasn't as if she was avoiding the other cat, but she just didn't know what to say. Hi, I'm leader now and got a donor to have kits? And by the way I'm the adoptive mother of the medicine cat, who has a habit of eating gross things and being forced to throw up by StarClan? Briarfrost would be out the camp entrance as quick as she returned.

But it seemed avoiding the issue at hand officially isn't an option anymore.

"I'm sure it is, for him and Breezekit," Minnowstar inserts herself in the conversation awkwardly, "Though with their sisters and Poppykit, I need all the help I can get."

With an awkward pause, she adds, "I, uh, I suppose I should have told you earlier that I have children."