((Heh...
Spiderstar is forever alone. I won't roleplay him yet.
Perhaps Fallenkit could become a medicine cat apprentice when he's old enough?))
Drowning in a sea that was painted blood red by the setting sun, the teal striped kit seemed to sink further in each passing minute. He opened his maw to shriek for help, but all that came out was a pathetic gasp of air. His paws slapped uselessly at the water as the waves yanked him under. His lungs burned for air, his sense of direction lost by the way the current thrashed him around like he was nothing.
"AY! RIVERKIT, GET UP YOU LAZY PIECE OF-" Riverkit had to stop himself from getting a complete heart attack, his eyes snapping open to the less than comforting nursery walls. He let out a long sigh of relief. "Dear starclan..." He mumbled. His sister Sweetkit rose an eyebrow at him, looking down at him through her nose in a sort of disapproving way. Riverkit shot a venomous glare at her before yawning widely, lifting himself off the ground and stretching himself out as she talked his ear off.
The pale calico she-kit seated herself in front of her sibling looking indignant, tail curling around her legs gracefully. "You woke me up with all your thrashing by the way I don't understand why you have to move so much while you sleep I mean when you sleep its supposed to be rest right so why is it that you have act like your in some battle your such a weird kit River-" The blue tabby cut her off with a deadpan voice, underscored by a haze of sleepiness.
"Shut up." He mumbled, swiping a paw over his eye and padding to the den entrance, knowing full well that she wouldn't heed to his request. Sweetkit huffed, muttering 'so rude' under her breath and moving to wake up Fallenkit.
The frail, spotted kit groaned slightly, eyes blinking blearily up at his apparent sister, tail lashing. Silently he rose, only to be interrupted by a tongue rasping over his fore head. Glancing over his shoulder he met the warm, pale green eyes of Songfeather.
"Don't cause too much mischief, alright?" She said, standing up and shaking her pelt out. The light spilling into the den illuminated her long-haired calico coat, though she found it bothersome, blinking a few times to get her eyes to adjust to the lighting. Shepherding her kits out of the den, Songfeather watched with a gentle smile as they ran to the freshkill pile enthusiastically. Her muzzle pointed to the sky, Oh Mudfur. If you only you were alive to watch them grow... Shaking the morose thoughts out of her head, she trotted up to Dawnstar and Nightpaw, nodding briskly as a way of greeting.
"I'll take morning patrol."
Riverkit was grateful when his two siblings were occupied with looking for a good piece of meat in the freshkill pile. A certain she-kits voice drifted into his ears. Perking his ears, they swivelled around instead of his whole body turning in that direction, so as to not attract direction or alert them to his eavesdropping.
"Of course we can't go out of camp, mouse-brain." The tabby tom scoffed, eyebrows raising just a bit. He had snuck out of camp on his own countless times before, although admittedly never without a consequence. Riverkit leaned down and selected a plump mouse and began gnawing on it, laying down by the freshkill pile and basking in the sun. He kept his ears open for any other words from Brightspot's litter, but so far it was just morning introductions.
