Soft, somewhat tired (raising kittens was hard!) green eyes watch with no small measure of anxiety as her kittens make their first shaky foray into camp; it's irrational, given that in two more moons they'll be off to apprenticeship. The very thought nearly brings a tear to Bobbie's eye: her kits are growing up so fast! She couldn't escape it more than anyone else could; time would not stop for her and her children, no, soon they'd be begging to leave the camp, much less the nursery. And yet the sadness mingles with a muted sort of excitement: once her kits were independent and assigned to mentors, she herself could perhaps attempt to take up the mantle of warriorhood. She was hoping sometime soon she'd be able to leave the kits with Orangeblossom or one of the other queens and perhaps shadow a routine patrol, just to see what it's like.
Unsurprisingly, her second son takes an immediate dislike to the many sensations of camp; even in the controlled cell of their family, her shy Crowkit was easily irritated by the sound of his siblings playing or another kit's whistling nose as they slept. He tosses himself down and begins to writhe about in annoyance, and as Bobbie weighs whether to step in and comfort him or let him handle this on his own, Drowsykit makes that decision for her. True to her name, her daughter yawns and stumbles into camp, blinking sleepy eyes and soothing her brother; the lilac queen's eyes soften at the sight of the black kit comforting her near-identical brother, always protecting the others. A few cats approach them, vaguely familiar faces, and she waits expectantly to see how her kits will take this; now they've begun to develop their personalities proper, far from the warm bundles nuzzling at her belly what feels like only a few sunrises ago.
Ah, the joys of raising children—in the span of a few short moments, Crowkit stops wriggling but immediately begins mewling for her assistance and shooting off tiny remarks, and in another breath is clinging to her legs. Shortly after that, Drowsykit mews a small childish ramble and then is clambering onto her back, a steady weight between her shoulders, and snuggling into the thick white-streaked mane there; she's not entirely sure her daughter hasn't entirely gone to sleep in the space of a heartbeat. Bobbie sighs, prays that wherever Lupinekit is that he's not causing trouble, and sets about doing damage control.
She shifts her shoulders to stop Drowsykit's tiny chin from prodding her directly between two vertebra, gently nudges Crowkit with the paw he's not currently hanging on, and looks up at the cats who've gathered. Bobbie glances down at Crowkit again, mewing a very gentle rebuke, understanding how overwhelming this could be but wanting to impart manners, "Crowkit, you know that's not nice to say. Fireflypaw is our me-medicine apprentice, he helps treat cats who are sick, and Brightpaw is just being nice." The queen glances somewhat apologetically up at the gathered cats, hoping they'll understand the lack of a filter kits and their intense, fast-burning emotions tend to have, and adds in a lower tone, "Thank you for coming to see them, it means, uh, it means a lot. Sorry about all this," She waves the paw Crowkit's not clinging onto like white on a dove.
