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When Ricekit had mentioned to her mother she was bored, she hadn’t expected her to go out of her way to fix the issue at its source. Enough free time makes for a wandering mind, or something along the lines of that… And now shes stuck doing menial chores with an ex-denmate; she certainly didn’t miss the presence of him in the nursery, no, especially not now as more queens join them. Not enough room… But thankfully, she’ll be an apprentice come next moon and she’ll have her own nest and everything. And then they’d end up being denmates all over again, and so forth goes the cycle of life and aging. And soon enough, she’d have to do this officially.
“So all I do is scoop up the old moss?” though truthfully, she doesn’t mind doing this. It makes her feel helpful and takes her mind off of the growing fear of Hollykit leaving the nursery soon enough. The curly-furred kitten paws at the old nest she was working on, discarding old moss in to a ball that she neatly rolls up. “Is this an everyday thing?” she suppresses a long sigh at the sentence she speaks because she already knows the answer to it. It would be hard not to when she watches the camp like a hawk, lying in the shaded areas and just staring at the everyday hustle and bustle.
The moss beneath her claws as she tears apart the old nest feels stiff and dry. Its incredibly different from the nest her mother has built, more bracken like, brittle. Her nest was green and lush. Her nest was soft. “Eugh.” she can’t help the noise that leaves her as she turns to Daisypaw, head tilting as she waits for further instruction. Maybe its a good thing that this is done often.. Or maybe this elder in particular was stubborn with their nest. Who knows. Ricekit doesn’t particularly care if its the latter…
“So all I do is scoop up the old moss?” though truthfully, she doesn’t mind doing this. It makes her feel helpful and takes her mind off of the growing fear of Hollykit leaving the nursery soon enough. The curly-furred kitten paws at the old nest she was working on, discarding old moss in to a ball that she neatly rolls up. “Is this an everyday thing?” she suppresses a long sigh at the sentence she speaks because she already knows the answer to it. It would be hard not to when she watches the camp like a hawk, lying in the shaded areas and just staring at the everyday hustle and bustle.
The moss beneath her claws as she tears apart the old nest feels stiff and dry. Its incredibly different from the nest her mother has built, more bracken like, brittle. Her nest was green and lush. Her nest was soft. “Eugh.” she can’t help the noise that leaves her as she turns to Daisypaw, head tilting as she waits for further instruction. Maybe its a good thing that this is done often.. Or maybe this elder in particular was stubborn with their nest. Who knows. Ricekit doesn’t particularly care if its the latter…
- @Daisypaw | Daisypaw and Ricekit are clearing out the elder’s den together. While it’s traditional for apprentice’s to burden the chores around camp, Ricekit has been complaining of boredom, so a warrior has asked Daisypaw to allow her to join him for the task. It gets some energy out of a restless kitten and allows two former den-mates to catch up, so whats the harm? How does Daisypaw feel about having a shadow and showing Ricekit the ropes of nest duty? How does Ricekit feel about assisting with an apprentice responsibility?
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❥ cis female ,, she/her ,, 05 months
❥ kit of skyclan ,, heronstep x cauliflowercurl ,, siblings
❥ regal, curly-furred white she-cat with striking green eyes
❥ "speech, f0a78e" ,, thoughts
❥ too young ,, single ,, not interested at all
❥ smells like hyacinths & lilies
❥ penned by chuff