private ESCAPE ROPE [✨] babysitting

[FIGFEATHER]

Figfeather tells her sister to 'try and stay warm' as she departs the nursery, leaving her with three kits. One of them being @budkit , whom she likely had watched over at some point before… The other two, @RAMKIT and @LAMBKIT , were significantly younger, Figfeather knows little on how she's going to keep all three of them entertained... Could the younger two even get bored yet? Was that a possibility within their limited thought capacity? She raises her good hind leg to scratch behind an ear with uncertainty.

"You're becoming an apprentice any day now, aren't you, Budkit?" She meows, bringing up a topic she knows how to talk about; warrior training and duties. "Are you still excited even though we've been hit with…" She looks outside of the den to look at the continuously falling snow and screws her face, "…well… that?"

 

[LAMBKIT]

When Butterflytuft leaves, her absence is noted immediately. Without her warmth, he shivers against the cold and snuggles closer to Ramkit, golden fur blending with golden and black, he nestles his nose into her scruff. For a moment, it looks like he'll settle, but then suddenly he starts twitching, seemingly agitated by something as he sits straight up, blue eyes sweeping across the den, searching. Where was she? Shouldn't she be back by now, or was she leaving him like his first mother did? Alarmed, he looks to Figfeather, ice running through his veins when he sees her talking to Budkit. "Wuh-wuh-wuh" he mewls softly, his chin trembling as he struggles to get the words he's looking for out.

"Mama?" he tries instead, head swinging about wildly now in his quest to find Butterflytuft amongst the nursery occupants. He pushes himself to unsteady paws, only to scrabble and fall flat, smacking his jaw off the nursery floor. "MAMA!" He wails openly now, shivering with cold and fear. He doesn't want a new mother! He wants Butterflytuft! His cries evolve into screams as he cries out for the tortoiseshell queen.

-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ- but I’d stand in the garden with you

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  LAMBKIT SKYCLAN KITTEN ; HE / HIM
  SLATE X ORANGESTAR LITTERMATE TO RAMKIT ; HALF BROTHER TO CHERRYBLOSSOM, OWLHEART, GLIMMERSUN, TAWNYCLAW & EGGBOUNCE
  

  A fluffy cream coated tom with mismatched white socked toes, a white marking blazing a trail down his face, and striking blue eyes.

  ✿ easy in battle + no formal training
  ✿ difficult to befriend
  ✿ Peaceful + healing power-play allowed, anything else with permission only
  

 

[RAMKIT]

Ramkit is not as emotional as her brother - such emotions will expand in totality as they grow older. Volatile, more like, explosive in nature and gesture. But neither is Ramkit as cold as the snow, unfeeling and rigid. She is tempered, an unseasonable warmth that holds close to her brother's flank as Butterflytuft tries to sneak away for a break. She is careful, watchful (even if her eyes cannot parse much,) and for a brief moment in time, serene.

That is, until she is not.

It is his wailing that tips her scales. She cannot discern why he screams and cries, and flails to boot, but he keeps looking at Figfeather with weepy eyes - and Ramkit figures that she must have something to do with it! And who does this cat think she is, talking to Budkit about StarClan knows what!? Gone with the wind is the quiet, patient she-kit, and quickly upon the breeze is the bite-happy kitten that launches forth towards the lead warrior's tail. In moments, she attempts to gather the fluffy, mindless limb into her mouth and clamp her teeth together. They've grown sharper recently (Butterflytuft says that they'll be eating soon.) Surely this beast will not take so kindly to the attack and relent, and surely shortly thereafter, Lambkit will cease his tears.
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[FIGFEATHER]

As she awaited a response from Budkit, her eyes shifted to the two smaller bundles of fur before her. The tom kit stirred and propped himself up on his hindquarters. When icy blue eyes moved frantically around the den, Figfeather knew a storm was about to erupt.

Ear-piercing wails flooded the nursery walls. Figfeather thought the entire camp could surely hear all of this racket. Her own ears folded against her skull in a fruitless attempt to shield herself from the kit turned banshee. "Lambkit, shh… quiet… Butterflytuft—your mom—will be back in a heartbeat." She tried to assure, wishing she could explain to him that she also didn't want to be here without Butterflytuft. Figfeather was never one to tell her sister no, though…

As if she were Budkit's blood sister, Ramkit launched forward with teeth eager to latch onto something. The kitten found Figfeather's tail and clamped her teeth around it without mercy. "OW!" Figfeather shrieks as she bounced onto her paws.

A forepaw moves to sternly push Ramkit's side to encourage her to unlatch. "Ramkit, let go! You'd think I must be a fox attacking the nursery, for StarClan's sake!" Figfeather spat, taking her (hopefully) freed tail and giving the tip several licks over to sooth the throbbing pain.

'Butterflytuft, please hurry back!'

 

[budpaw]

Her sapphire gaze watches the retreating shape of her mother slip from the nursery and fade into the whiteness of winter's namesake. Butterflytuft will return soon, she always does, but until then Budkit is content with Figfeather's company (for to her it is company – she doesn't need a babysitter). Mimicking her aunt's action, the seal point scratches behind her ear as she contemplates the lead warrior's question. "Fluffypaw asked me about that not too long ago," she murmurs with a shy smile, lowering her hind leg and straightening her spine to sit tall and proud. "I told her I was excited. I'm going to be the best apprentice ever – just like my sister!" It's a promise she has made herself. One she opens her grinning maw to continue to speak on when wailing from… them… starts.

Lambkit cries for his mama and Ramkit pounces upon Figfeather's tail (Budkit recalls being told that once she pounced on Fluffypaw's tail and bit her really hard), which were typical kitten antics. But it's how her aunt addresses them that brings a bubbling of disgust to Budkit's belly. "Butterflytuft is not his mama. She's mine," the seal point corrects rather sternly, her kinked tail wrapping tight around her paws. "Ramkit do not bite. Leave my auntie Figfeather alone!" She snaps in succession, bright blue eyes narrowed at the young kit. If she wanted to bite she should just bite her crybaby brother… he was already upset anyway.​

[ penned by kerms ]​