TIGERSNAP.
warrior of skyclan
A whole moon had already passed since the birth of Littledove’s and his kits, which was truly hard to wrap his head around. Already they were wobbling about on their clumsy paws, rapidly learning how to speak, and also coming to understand how to get into trouble. Poor Littledove certainly had her paws full, even with Auroraskies in the nursery to now help her out, and Tigersnap wished badly that he could have his warrior duties lightened even just a bit, to be around to help her more often. He also couldn’t help but feel he was missing out on crucial kit bonding and milestones while he was caring for the rest of the Clan, but he’d never been a complainer. He simply dug in and did his duties faster, perhaps resulting in him being a bit more snappy with Clanmates, particularly those he patrolled with, to get a little more pep in their steps and to stop dragging him down alongside themselves.
This evening was different, however, as he’d volunteered himself for a solo hunt in order to not only get done faster but also procure a certain piece of prey that he had on good authority was Littledove’s favorite. He’d also wandered around the forest for a while in search of a particular set of tracks, which he had no guarantee he’d find but miraculously had. And then, he might have wasted entirely too much time plucking feathers off a rather angry turkey. Six feathers, to be exact, one for each kit, because he would not be having any fighting or bickering while the purpose of tonight would be to get Littledove to relax.
So, with a sparrow and six large turkey feathers gripped between his jowls, Tigersnap finally stumbled back into camp, looking rather ruffled, as he made a beeline for the nursery. Settling on his haunches, setting his catches before his paws, a soft, restrained smile slipped onto his lips as he imagined his family’s greeting for him. “Oh Littledove and brats~” He singsonged, or as much as a tom like him could, in a summoning.
Finchkit |The Compassionate Spirit of Skyclan|
Face scrunching up as she could hear the grumbling of Coyotekit, knowing that her sister had not been feeling good all day and Acornkit kicking in his sleep was not helping matters. Knowing her headstrong sister did not like sympathy, the reddish brown cream she-kit snuggles closer to her mother’s side, enjoying the warmth radiating from the larger queen. A soft content purr escapes Finch, wrapping her thin tail around her small form. Ears twitching at the snores of Ryekit and Laurelkit. She was too exhausted to even grumble for the two mouth breathers to shush. Today had been an exciting and busy day for her with playing with Thornkit and Scorchkit, even planning their up coming pranks. It was only when her mother had herded her back to their large nest for their evening naps, that she realized how worn out she was.
Just when she began to fall asleep did she hear the deep baritone voice of her father. It was as if he was coaxing her from the verge of slumber, grumbling distastefully as all she wanted to do now was sleep. Trying to hide away within her mother’s pelt, maybe if they couldn’t see her then no one would bother her. Luck was not on her side however as she felt Littledove shift underneath her before nuzzling her awake. Opening one sage green eye, squinting at the dim light irritating her sensitive sight. Feeling her other siblings move about before climbing out of the rest causing Finch to finally open both eyes and drag herself after them. Eyes hooded with sleep, parting her jowls as a loud yawn escapes her, smacking her dry lips afterwards.
Tail dragging against the nursery floor, fur ruffled in every which direction, though she did not care in the least about her appearance. Leaning slightly against her brother Ryekit, her vision slowly coming into focus as she gives a sleepy smile to her dad. Watching her mother dot over Cranekit was nothing new to her, as she knew that her mother could not help but worry over him more than others. It never bothered her in the slightest as she often felt bad for Crane—having to deal with attention constantly on him. Though her sleep driven little form quickly changes when spotting a feather. Awe painting her face as her large green eyes flicker back over to the large brown tabby warrior.
“What that? Did ya kill it? Can ya show me how?” She blabbers, ears perked up, tail flicking side to side as she pads up to her father clumsily. Rubbing her small form against his shins before lightly poking the turkey feather. “It feel funny” she mumbles as her small dainty paw continues to caress the soft silky feather.