|☾ ☼ ϟ ≈ Skyclan: The Resilient and Tough |☾ ☼ ϟ ≈ ☁| ☼

Pondpaw smiled. It was nice knowing that some cats appreciated her in Skyclan. She mewed a quite goodbye, careful not to wake the kits up, and slipped out of the den.

“We should probably get some rest now. Mudwasp want’s me up for training at dawn tomorrow. I bet your mentors would say the same for you.” Pondpaw suggested.

(Hiya Fox! Wanna rp? We can do some Plum Quick, or we can do the CometSpotted kits’ assessments soon!)

Spiderbite glanced at the tiny kit when Briarpatch asked her question. He felt the tiny heartbeat when he was licking the kit warm, but it was too small for his liking. "She's moving and making noise. She's fine." He focused back at Briarpatch. "Stay focused. You're not done yet."

“She’s the most perfect thing in the world.” Flarestorm assured gently, the fear in his voice pushed down to try and be composed for Briarpatch’s sake. “You’re doing so well, Briarpatch.”

Springpaw picked up a feather, eager to show Pondpaw what to do. She padded over to the new nest and gently wove the feather into the moss near the middle. "The feathers keep the kits warm and they're softer in the moss. Queens tend to like them near the middle where the kits lay. Just weave them through the moss so they stay in place and you're good to go!"

Spiderbite was there for the kit the instant it was born. He nipped the sack and began licking it up, but he hesitated with gritted teeth when he noticed the kit's leg. Underformed. Probably due to all the bird-brained cliff climbing these two have done! Yet, the kit was still alive and the stump didn't appear anything more than just a stump. It would live. That's what mattered. Spiderbite didn't hide the handicap as he passed it to Flarestorm. "Keep them tucked by her belly, Flarestorm, and curl your tail around them! This isn't the nursery, it's too cold for them out on this cliff. So, keep them warm!" He scowled like he was surrounded by bird-brains and went back to Briarpatch, checking her breathing, heartrate and the feel of her stomach.

(There's three, right?)

(Four! Two toms and two she-kits I believe)

Flarestorm nodded quickly, snapping out of his trance and doing all he could to keep the kits warmed up.

“It’s okay, nothing is… nothing’s wrong, he’s alive.” Flarestorm promised, too afraid of the stress causing damage to her that he didn’t want to startle her with the news that their son was missing a leg. He tried to soothe her.

"That's about it, I'd say," said Warblerpaw. He arched low in a long stretch before moving to leave the nursery. "Sorry we didn't get to make you a nest," he meowed to Pondpaw as they padded toward the apprentices' den. "Er, I still kind of feel bad for dropping on you like that, so..."

The mottled tom flicked his tail, looking away with faux annoyance. "You can use mine, but just tonight. I'll take watch with Shadespots or something. You'd better be ready for Mudwasp tomorrow morning!"

With that Warblerpaw padded stiffly off for the camp entrance.

Springpaw blinked, surprised at Warblerpaw’s generosity. She certainly wouldn’t give up her nest to just anyone. Glancing between Wingpaw and Pondpaw she headed for the entrance of the nursery. “Let’s let the queens get some rest. It’s about to get really busy in here.”

Shadespots turned at the sound of paw steps coming up behind her. Her eyes flickered curiously over Warblerpaw, quickly checking behind him to see if any of her kits were following. “Hello,” she greeted quietly. “Are you going somewhere Warblerpaw?”

"Hey, Shadespots," he said, taking a seat opposite of the camp entrance from her. "No, I was actually just going to come join you for a while, if that's okay. We just finished showing Pondpaw how to make a nest, but the apprentice's den is kind of crowded now, so..." Warblerpaw trailed off, curling his fluffy tail around his paws.

Shadespots hummed, her eyes searching the young tom’s with motherly concern. “You look troubled Warblerpaw, is something on your mind?” She asked, keeping her tone light.

Warblerpaw's ear flicked as he settled down.

Oh, nothing much! I just saw my mother die, have been consorting with one of the most evil cats to live that I just so happen to share blood with, and just spent my day babysitting a random loner that's now my denmate and I attacked earlier. I'm great!

"Eh, you know," he said. "Just worried for Briarpatch and the kits."

Shadespots shifted her eyes back to the forest, hoping that they would return soon with healthy kits. She decided to brush past his obvious avoidance, not wanting to push the young tom. "That is scary, but Spiderbite should have it under control. He helped deliver all of my kits, I wasn't in the nursery yet but he may have even helped deliver you. Lavendersky taught him everything she knows, I have full faith in him."