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[Mossthorn]

It was not a well kept secret that Mossthorn was envious of the queens in the nursery. She holds no ill judgement in her heart, is not mean in her jealousy, but there are many moments in which a clanmate can catch her staring wistfully at the kits tumbling around their parents feet. A soft yet sad smile worn upon her lips as she sighs and thinks If only.. StarClan had not deemed herself and her own mate lucky enough to be blessed with little ones of their own though. That was okay, she could learn to be content with what she had and what she had was good, it was right. She and Coldbite were the perfect partners in every other way.

Still, she cannot help it when her paws find their way over to the nursery more frequently than most other warriors. (What can she say, she adores the little ones). Today, a rabbit is clutched between her jaws as she makes her way over to the thick gorse bush that houses the youth of the clan along with their parents. It is not a plump piece of prey by any means, and she had caught it through sheer luck alone, but it was something and she's certain the queens would be grateful nonetheless. "Ah here ya are Rattleheart nice and fresh just for you darling!" she says with a slight hum in her voice as she places the prey in front of the lead warrior. Her fellow tunneler. "Oh.. and just look at your little ones, aren't they getting so big?" her voice is full of undisguised adoration as she gazes upon the small bundles of fur that she swears are shooting up faster than weeds in new-leaf.

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• MOSSTHORN WINDCLAN WARRIOR ; SHE / HER; SISTER TO TBD ; MATE TO COLDBITE
  

  A feisty she cat with a heart of gold. Her appearance is befitting her tunneler status, as she stands shorter than most, and her sleek black fur excels at repelling the dirt that she shifts through. Her eyes are such a light blue color that they appear gray and upon her pelt she wears many scars, testaments to the battles she has fought in her lifetime.

  ✦ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted, no killing, maiming, or injuring without permission
  ✦ Skilled & experienced in combat. Fights dirty.
  

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — During a time that now seemed like it was ages ago, Rattleheart had been known for her observance. Her constant watchful eye, taking in every bit of information that she could from her silent, almost ghostly position within Windclan. Things had changed a great deal since then - no longer was she just a watcher, especially considering her position on Sunstar's council - but that observance had never really gone away. Plus, it didn't take a genius to spot the way that Mossthorn occasionally stared enviously towards the nursery. There was no righteous fury in her eyes, nor anything that made the tunneler concerned for her own children, yet enough to make her ache with sympathy. She could hardly imagine the hurt that would've come and consumed her, had she and Venomstrike been unable to have their own litter.

The litter that was currently squirming freely against her side, making their presence known not only through their shifting and shoving against her stomach, but also through their demanding mewling. They had been growing louder and louder as of late, leaving her to wonder when their first actual words would slip forth form their muzzles. Her pale gaze had been focused down on each of them, taking in just how fast they were all growing. "Hello Mossthorn, thank you so much. They've been getting so whiny whenever I dare to take a trip to the prey pile myself." Her voice was a warm and grateful purr, nose brushing teasingly over the head of one of her litter before she chuckled. "They really are. It feels like every day they've grown at least a little bit. It won't be long until they're out and about terrorizing everyone in camp." Her attention turned fully back to Mossthorn, head tilting over to one side as she grinned up at her fellow tunneler. "I don't suppose there's any chance I could get you to watch them once they're tumbling around on their own?" Though Rattleheart knew she still wouldn't be able to entirely leave the nursery anytime soon, it would at least be nice to have a bit of time to herself.

Or for herself and Venomstrike, considering how long it had last been since it was just the two of them.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 52 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[COLDBITE]

Coldbite is well aware of his mate's longing glances for the nursery, the wistful eyes she gives to the kittens scampering around a camp that had once been so ravaged by tragedy. It's a wanting that's mutual, even if his desire for children is half hers; there's a rarely - voiced appeal to the idea of little black - and - white scraps clustered around their paws, excitedly awaiting the day they'd be able to go out and explore their moorland home. Maybe he'd have even been able to mentor one of the little things, teach them how to rough up an enemy and chase down a rabbit just like him.

Unfortunately, time had proven it's a hunger doomed to go unsatiated, and so he wanders up to where Mossthorn ducks into the nursery's snug gorse walls. The tom himself opts to linger at the entrance, half - crouched to wedge his head under the well - hewn gateway but refusing to step inside. The unhidden adoration that spills out of her voice as she stares at the little mewling bundles snug against Rattleheart's flank may or may not tear at his well - buried heart; it's impossible to tell, as the moor - runner's face goes completely unchanged.

" Gettin' old yet, ain't they? " he remarks in a tone without waver, blinking slowly in acknowledgement of his minor intrusion, though no verbal apology is delivered. His comment delivered, he decommences his stooping, a brutish black - and - white head withdrawing from the nursery entrance, lest he scare the kits.

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[cottonsprig]

Cottonpaw finds herself much like Mossthorn - not a skilled warrior, nor wise in age, but simply due to their want for children. Their hopes are stifled by different reasons, perhaps some beyond them both even, but that does not change the mere fact that they long for a future neither of them can rightfully have. The medicine cat apprentice doesn't try to dwell on her rules too often, for they sadden her, but when she steps into the nursery for check ups and the like... she can't help but feel a touch of misery as she does. At least she, too, has learned to hide her sadness beneath a smile and a wealth of eagerness to help.

"Oof," she halts beside Coldbite, offering the tom a smile, "A bit crowded in there, isn't it? Rattleheart's lot must be growing quickly..." With a parent like Venomthroat, burly and bear-like, Cottonpaw is unsurprised. She hopes at least a pawful of the tots turn to become tunnelers, still. "I can come back later, Rattleheart," she calls out, pitching her voice to be heard but hopefully not too loud to disturb the kittens. "Maybe once you're done eating?" Check ups can be done at any point, after all.​