VIENNA WAITS FOR YOU | nursery escape attempt

[bramblekit -]

✦ Bramblekit knew that she ought to stay in the nursery. Papa had explained it to her and her siblings, she's sure of it - they stay in the nursery because they're small, and the nursery is nice, and it has the best food and the bestest safety and it meant everyone would dote on them all, whatever 'dote' meant. What did dote mean? It probably meant kiss, the way that papa sometimes pressed his maw to their foreheads in a little dot of affection. That sounded right. Everything about the nursery was right, because the nursery had Nightkit and Heatherkit and papa, and the cozy darkness obscured that murky piece of her memory from her attention. It wasn't something to fuss over.

But she could see that there was something beyond the nursery. The thick, intertwined canopy of the gorse bush was imperfect, and the kitten could see slivers of golden light spilling through the cracks. What made that light? Maybe something with eyes like hers, but bigger, big enough that they glowed on their own and watched everybody in Windclan. Did that make sense? Bramblekit had thought that everybody in Windclan was here in the nursery - certainly everyone she knew was. Why would the big yellow eyes need to watch everyone from outside the gorse bush if everyone was under its branches? That didn't make sense.

The tabby stood, stretched, and began to creep toward one of the bigger patches of light, her legs sturdier than they had been even just the day before. Was that proof that she was going to be strong, just like papa said she would? It had to be! The certainty gave her determination and a sudden burst of speed, her sight locked on that ever-closer answer of what lie beyond the nursery's earth-and-gorse walls.​

 

[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ He didn't love going to visit the nursery. The image of Nightingalecry lying... right there... ugh. Mossthorn had instructed him to bring his small catch there and he would do it. Even if the thought made his stomach flip. Bramblekit nearly ran straight into him as he entered the den, and he barely managed not to drop the mouse on her head. "Sorry, kid," he mumbled around the fur in his mouth.

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ooc Information

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  GRASSPAW — HE/HIM ･ 7 MOONS ･ TUNNELER APPRENTICE & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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[NIGHTKIT!]

Nightkit watched his sister from a distance puzzled over what was going on currently in Bramblekit's head. She seemed to be up to something but rather then to call out to her and join the brother find the comfort in the warm nest all four of them shared to be alot more nicer then to chase after his sister. So for now the kit was satisfied with to just observe and see what was going to happen.

Bramblekit ended up running straight towards the entrance of the nursery to dash for the exit and then baam his sister run straight into one of the apprentices who's name Nightkit had not yet learned. A quiet snort escaped the brother before getting up from the warm nest to head on over to where his sister was. The apprentice were quick to apologize despite the fact that the one who really lay at fault here was Bramblekit herself. For a brief second he cast a side glance over at his sister before locking his attention on the apprentice.

" My sister will forgive you if you play with us." Nightkit said, taking this opportunity for something as innocent as playing. Who knew if this was what his sister wanted but he hoped that she would play along anyway. This would save her from getting into trouble too as to why she had been in such a hurry to begin with.



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[bramblekit -]

✦ The break in the branches was just ahead, the light serving as a guiding beacon, the promise of answers as motivation. Freedom wasn't a particular concern of hers; the nursery was no prison, and she was happy to be there with her family, really, and besides, she had no concept of being trapped or being free to begrudge or desire. However, the idea that she might know what lay just beyond, where her papa went and where the big golden eye watched from, gave her little legs speed and strength. It did not give her any grace.

Bramblekit skidded to a stop and sprawled in a heap to avoid running into this cat that she didn't know, not that her not knowing him was a cause for frustration. There were lots of cats she didn't know, and lots of things she didn't know, including answers but also including questions she didn't know to ask, and that was all okay, even if she'd prefer to know. No, her problem was that this stranger was between her and the exit. A frown pulled her features together, her tail lashing inarticulately, something fizzing under her dark fur. She wanted to go outside!

A huff at the apology caught in her throat, ensnared by her brother's intervention. Bramblekit wanted to leave, not play games, by Nightkit sounded so certain. Did he know something she didn't? Was this an act of kindness, like what papa had named him for? It'd probably be rude to refuse the kindness if that's what it was. The black tabby pushed herself to her paws and a smile onto her maw, ignoring the feeling under her fur that she couldn't name. "Yeah," she agreed, craning her neck to look at stranger. "Play with us! I'm Bramblekit, and this is Nightkit, and I like mossball because it's the bestest game, and you're probably too big to playfight with us because it wouldn't be fair, even if playfighting is actually the bestest game."​

 

[STOATSPOT]

She returns from a patrol as soon as she spots Grasspaw with a mouse in his mouth, making his way towards the nursery. She lingers around incase she needs to grab another piece of prey until...

Whiskers twitch in amusement as Grasspaw gets bombarded by the highly sophisticated kits that have begun to crowd him, resisting the urge to snicker as he almost trips over one. "Well ain't you got your paws full there, Grasspaw!" is her whistle as she treads over on light paws, peering at the two underfoot. Nightkit and Bramblekit, two out of three of Sootspots new kids- and Stars, isn't it kind of scary that they already kind of sound like him?

She flashes a grin when Bramblekit speaks of the game she wants to play. "Well then, mossball it is. Hope ya' don't mind me joinin' in." Stoatspot had never really been good at mossball, a little uncoordinated with a ball flying towards her face... But if it made the kits happy, and gave the queens a little break, then she was happy to indulge.

𝖫𝖨𝖥𝖤 𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖣 𝖴𝖲 𝖠 𝖯𝖠𝖸𝖢𝖧𝖤𝖢𝖪 ‧₊˚🍎 𝖶𝖤 𝖲𝖠𝖨𝖣 𝖶𝖤 𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖱𝖣𝖤𝖱 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖲

• ❥ stoatspot ʚ♡ɞ palomino
  ❥ cis female ʚ♡ɞ she/her ʚ♡ɞ 24 months
  ❥ windclan warrior ʚ♡ɞ mentoring n/a
  ❥ fluffy black / fawn tortie chimera with heterochromia ʚ♡ɞ short, but pure muscle
  ❥ "speech, bfdb81" ʚ♡ɞ thoughts
  ❥ single ʚ♡ɞ pansexual
  ❥ smells like straw, fresh rainfall & soil ʚ♡ɞ home on the range
  ❥ penned by chuff

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[bunnypaw]

Bunnykit had been napping in her nest, her tail tucked over her nose, when she started hearing chattering around them. Nothing out of the ordinary - queens usually hushed their voices when kittens slept, but even then there was always a hum of noise in the nursery. Instead, however, the voice of an apprentice and warrior perk up from the entranceway. A spot where, once the she-kit opens her eyes to inspect, it seems someone was trying to escape. She still doesn't understand why kittens like herself can wander out of the nursery every now and again, but Nightkit and Bramblekit cannot. Yet all the same, her curiosity ends there. She hasn't the want nor need to ask someone that specific why.

"Grasspaw... looks a little busy, guys," Bunnykit mews quietly, her ears twitching again as she tries to give the cream furred tom an out. She doesn't often want to play these games, either.​