Figkit
🌱 Kit of ThunderClan 🌱
"Hello!?" A squeaky prepubescent voice called out into the den, eventually echoing off the walls. "Peachblossom?" Figkit tried again, sticking his head awkwardly into the crack between the rocks which gave way to the den. The young tom squinted his eyes, trying to spot the healer in her nest.
He remembered her den vaguely from when she had treated him on his first night in the clan- muttering apologies for the state of it as she was currently living in the nursery, and even offered him a place to stay amongst one of her litters. He was grateful to the queen, although he had yet to say his thanks or really actually speak to her since his first night in the clan.
That morning when Gravelstar approached him, he was scared he had done something wrong. 'Peachblossom wants to see me? It must be important,' the elder kit had decided upon seeing the look on his leader's face- as if he knew something Figkit did not.
'This is it Figkit!' his uncle had whispered excitedly into his ear, purring in excitement for his day to come. 'Your day has finally arrived-' with a twitch of his ear Figkit shook his uncle's thoughts out of his head and headed towards his destination.
Now in the cave, the apprentice had grown unbelievably nervous at the prospect of seeing the healer. What if she was mad at him for accidentally rolling over onto Opalkit last night? It was an accident! He didn't mean to startle her!
Upon seeing the healer the tall lad seemed find some sort of courage as he awkwardly squawked out- "Gravelstar said you need me?"
Peachblossom giggled softly as she walked over to the tom kit. It was odd to still call such a tall cat “kit” still. Granted to her it was because she was short but he was already taller than the molly. Sitting back on her back legs, her front paws left the ground, one of them resting one of her front paws on his cheek, “I would be honored to have the chance to train you as my apprentice.” Peachblossom took this opportunity to take a better look in Figkits eyes; the healer firmly believed you could judge a cat by their eyes. Giving a silent nod she dropped back down to the ground. “You'd do amazing as a healer Figkit.”
Seeing the excitement in the young tom when his paws excitedly danced across the floor at his new options. His actions sent a wave of warm feelings surging throughout her small paws; she remembered back when Softbelly first offered her the chance to change her destiny and become a healer rather than being on the front lines of the battlefield like her father wanted her to be. While kits are taught early on what the clan roles are, most already know that they want to be a warrior, with the hopes of being a leader in the future, meanwhile fighting never interested the spicy molly. Despite her harsh tongue and attitude she enjoyed helping her clanmates by healing them and acting as therapist at times for them. “Yes, I would teach you about all the herbs and their uses as well as how you’d use them to heal our family. But it's more than just healing, sometimes you would need to be a comfortable soul for distressed cats to lean on. You would also act as a bridge between Starclan and Thunderclan, and in times of need Gravelstar may seek out your opinion on clan happenings.”
“If it makes you more comfortable for the first few days then you can, but normally you'd move your nest here with me. Though the den might be a bit crowded as once my kittens are born they will be sleeping in here until their eyes open and then they will be moved to the nursery during the day and returning here at night.”