The peaceful nursery

[Darkie]

Mottledkit sat at the enterance of the nursery, wondering what it's like out there. To fight, to love, to betray. She didn't understand most of it, but the people in her dreams told her about it. They said that life as a kit is free, which Mottledkit disagrees. Maybe they ment something else by 'free', she would wonder. She opened her mouth in a large yawn and started to creap back into the shelter of the ferns, away from the enterance. Mottledkit started to doze of, but a russle of the leaves pricked her ears.

[[PuRe]]

Pureheart padded near the nursery. Just wondering around after a long hunting day. She saw Mottledkit sitting infront of the nursery, and went back in. She smiled and kept padding.

[Darkie]

Mottledkit sat up straight and looked outside and saw a cat. She slowly stalked toward the pretty leopard-coated warrior. She hid behind her, then started to pad along side the she-cat.

[[PuRe]]

Pureheart turned to see the young kit. "Why, hello Mottledkit.." She grreted. "What are you doing outside the nursery?" She asked, her blue eyes glimering in the sun-shine.

[Darkie]

Mottledkit shyness clouded her. "Following you...." She said.

[[PuRe]]

Pureheart smiled. "I am Pureheart. And I noticed you were following me, but, you shouldn't what would your mom say?" She said. Pureheart halted, "If you want to come with me, you need to tell your mom first, I wouldn't like getting you into trouble." She smiled at the kitten again, "Hey, if you want I can go back with you to the nursery to tell your mom."

[Pale*]

Rosethorn watched her kits closely. They were so young still and hadn't any idea of where they came from underneath it all. She loved them dearly and wished that she could tell them who their father is. But she was sworn by her love for him and a promise to StarClan.

[Raven]

Eyes watched the trio of cats. How he hated these lies. Did no one wonder at his heritage? He and his three siblings had come from thin air seemingly. Where was their father? Creamkit hissed in annoyance. His pale tail flicked back and forth. In a hurry to show his mood. Creamkit took a deep breath. Calming his every nerve. He closed his eyes tight. Then reopened them. Becoming the bright and cheery kit you'd expect to find in the nursery. He walked up to Rosethorn. His pale green eyes taking in his mothers features. "Mom? Who is my father?" He asked rather bluntly.

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[Pale*]

Rosethorn was struck hard by the question she knew that she couldn't tell him the truth, not yet anyway. She had to think fast. "Frozencreek..." she muttured. Frozencreek had always loved her kits and hoped that is she asked him, he would pretend to be their father. She just hoped that her kits would believe her for the time beng. She nervously twitched her tail and looked into Creamkit's eyes. What does he know?[\i] she thought to herself.

"What about me?" Frozencreek asked when he entered the nursery. Rosethorn dragged him outside and explained everything, leaving out who their real father was. He agreed to the plan. They both entered the nursery once more.

[winterleaf]

Winterleaf bounded into the area beside the nursery, relishing the feel of the ground beneath him as she practically soared over it with winged paws. She paused when he got to a nice clearing and, while breathing a bit heavily, sitting down relunctantly to groom her pelt after her long and dialy hunt. The young deputy casted Pureheart a half-exasperated, half-greeting glance, then turned her emerald gaze to the small kits below her paws. She bowed respectfully at Rosethorn and Frozencreek swiftly, then heading her olive orbs at the small patches of fur. "Well hello" Winterleaf meowed tenderly, her eyes slightly centered in Creamkit.

[Raven]

Creamkit narrowed his pale green eyes, but said nothing. He glanced up at the deputy. Not a hint of his hunger showing. Oh if only it were him being called deputy. Yes, even at his young age he had a plan. If he became deputy, all were to bow down to him! Yes, he would have all the power. Creamstar... His eyes flashed lightly as Winterleaf broke him from his thoughts. "Hello, Winterleaf. How is the clan?" He asked without one hint of his thoughts of murder. Yes, he knew he had power to kill the cats. He'd kill Winterleaf nine times if he had to. Although you'd never tell it, Creamkit had the potential to be compassionate. He just didn't like it. It made him normal. So like his siblings. The last thing he wanted was to be dragged down by his sisters and brother.

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OOC: Ah, I do so love power hungry cats. But I may change Creamkit when he gets older and wiser. I mean really, I have Blackfrost, Longclaw, Ravenkit and then Creamkit XD.

[winterleaf]

Winterleaf stared at Creamkit in dismiss. "Fine" she replied coldly, trotting on foward until her emerald orbs met the young kit's. The dappled she-cat cramped her gleaming eyes, confused for Creamkit's question, as a shrikening feeling dominated and slurged her belly everytime she glanced at him. Shaking her head awkwardly, she reluntantly sat down with an unusual eager and extrobert grin, eventually peeking unconciently at the small Riverclanner.

((Lol, I like smart cats that are mean, buaha xP Or goodies, like Leafpaw ^-^ xD))

[Raven]

A bit irritated by her cold reply. His long tail lashed. "Are there gonna be any new apprentices?" He asked curiously. Creamkit blinked his eyes at her as she sat. Her stupid look. He tried getting a stare into her eyes. Oh so wishing to see if he could figure out what she was thinking. What if she wanted to be his mentor? Well most leaders were looked closely at by their leaders. So what if she thought he could be Creamstar? "Or new warriors?" he asked after awhile of waiting.

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[winterleaf]

"Well, we're having a couple of new warriors by the end of this moon. Not much apprentices thought, the Riverclan kits are still too young. When they are six moons old, we'll have their ceremonies" Winterleaf replied simply, snarling as she spoke. She swiped her rozy tongue by her paw and sworl it by her fluffed coat to smooth it down.

[Raven]

Pure fury tried to overcome his mask. The twitch of a whisker, the blink of an eye; were the only betraying signs. What did he ever do to her!? He had been asking how the clan was doing! What did he not have a right to this? He contained his words though. "I hope I get Palestar for a mentor, when I'm six moons of course" He said glancing sideways at Winterleaf. Searching her face for a hint why she'd be so, so annoyingly crabby. Did she know they weren't Frozencreek's kits? They would be odd...To say the least. Then again, he was only a young kit and he already knew he wasn't Frozencreeks son. Starclan kill him now if he was wrong.

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OOC: then again, Longclaw wouldn't kill his leader to become Longstar.