Her small paws clumsily maneuvered around her sleeping siblings, their mother left them in Peachblossoms care while she stretched her legs away from the kittens. Little did Hazelface know Briarkit wasn't so easy to escape from, the little mama's girl constantly wanting to be in her mothers shadow. Once her littermates were tucked closely to Peachblosom and sleeping soundly with her, Briarkit waited for the molly to also take a nap like she usually does then made her move. Looking back over her shoulder a smirk crept onto her small muzzle, hehe Losers, slipping out of the comfort of the nursery walls.
Her blue eyes searched the Thunderclan clearing looking for the familiar pelt of her mother. Her small paws doing a little tippy tap when the dusty gray and white pelt caught her attention. Her tail flicking excitedly behind her as she began galloping towards Hazelface. Briarkit barreled into the molly, a loud giggle escaping her muzzle as she did so. “I have caught you fiend!” Her piercing high voice yowling in the busy camp. Scrambling over her mother, her tiny claws helping her along the way. Reaching her tail Briarkits muzzle opened wide before chomping down, maybe a little too hard, on her mothers tail. “Surrender!” Her words were highly muffled to the point where it was almost inaudible, her mouth full of fur. Being one of five kits Briarkit rarely got time alone with her mother and she planned to enjoy it to the fullest.
H A Z E L F A C E
The freckled queen had just left the nursery for a brief break. She loved her kits with all of her heart and that couldn't be truer, but she needed a moment for herself to take a break- stretch her legs, get some fresh air, grab something to eat, etc. She would be back soon and the kits' godmother, Peachblossom, had been kind enough to offer to look over them while she stepped out.
Hazelface had just been looking over the fresh-kill-pile, surveying the catches for the day for something delectable to eat for lunch. She was entirely caught off-guard by a small bundle of fur tackling into her backside. "Oof!" She grunted in surprise, momentarily perplexed by the commotion. She would have been more bothered by the disruption, had she not caught wind of the familiar scent of her kin.
The voice of Briarkit soon followed, high pitched and demanding as always. The sting of her little claws clambering over her didn't bother her much, but what came next had her pelt standing on end. Teeth met the sensitive limb, harshly digging into her tail. The sensation had a yelp coming out of her and she turned quickly to reprimand her daughter. "Hey! Not so hard!" She scolded her, though her voice was much, much gentler than anyone was used to hearing from her.
"I'm not going down without a fight!" The queen retaliated, and she rolled over onto her back to shake the little kitten off. She took both her paws and wrapped them around her kit, holding her close to her chest into a little bear hug. "You're mine now, you little runt." She growled playfully.