WhisperClan (🐱1 year together!🐱){Open to joining!}

Swiftbreeze continued to glance around the camp, but when movement caught his eye, he watched as the dawn coloured kit trotted over to him, his ear twitching in amusement. Rarely did he go over to see the nursery, but when he did, kits often wanted to ask questions about being a warrior. It always made him proud that he was able to be such a positive role model for future warriors. He gave her a flick of his massive fluffy tail in greeting. “Hello Fawnkit.” He purred, shifting to tuck his paws under his chest. “I’m Swiftbreeze.” He added. Then the large cat tilted his head in curiosity, wondering what the kit wanted.

Swiftbreeze gave the kit a softened glance, and quickly finished him meal. Slowly he sat up, now towering above the she-cat in front of him. He briskly cleaned his face with his paw before nodding. “I would be happy to.” He purred, deciding to humour the kit. He believed that she would be an apprentice soon, so she may not get the chance to fool around very often when that time comes. “What would you like to play?” He asked, his tail now wrapped snugly around his paws.

Swiftbreeze felt pity for the kit, it must have been very difficult. The black tom could recall them being brought to camp, but he was not directly involved so he had never been introduced to them. He did recall the gossip surrounding two kits but he often kept his distance from such matters. He hid his pity with uncharacteristic optimism, standing up with his tail held high. “That sounds like a lot of fun. You’ll have to teach me how to play.” He purred, his green eyes followed the kit’s gaze to a similar looking cat by the medicine cat den. “Do you want to see if your sister would like to play too?” He asked. He couldn’t help but worry that perhaps the two were struggling to adapt to clan life.

Fawnkit shook her head. "Doekit doesn't like to play. But she'll probably watch us play. She doesn't trust anyone in camp." She trotted to the medicine cat den where their nest was to steal a ball of moss from it. She formed a haphazard ball and tossed it at Swiftbreeze.

Fawnkit nodded. "Flora, Doekit, and I used to play all the time. The more players you have the more fun it is." She bounced and waited for him to pass it back. She watched and streched her eyes bright. She was so full of energy and sje had met multiple cats now from the clan. Most of them toms.

Doekit heard her name and lifted her head. She shook her head as Fawnkit had yet another warrior playing with her.

(Sorry I'm poofy im moving back to college tomorrow so I've been packing.)

Fawnkit squealed as the ball reached her and shot it back to Swiftbreeze. "Do you like being a warrior? Froststripes likes it. He says he hunts rabbits." She purred. She watched the ball waiting for it to come back her way so she could leap on it.

When Fawnkit landed on the ball she smiled and then got off of it and flicked it in the direction of Swiftbreeze. She nodded when the tom said he enjoyed bring a warrior. Then she tilted her head and cocked her ear to the side thinking about whether she felt excited to hunt rabbits. "I feel like I need to start with something much smaller. Rabbits seem liek they are too big and hard to catch right now." She watched the ball whizz toward Swiftbreeze and knew he would catch it.

Fawnkit nodded. "I think I want to catch a vole. I think they should be pretty easy overall." She nodded as if confirming her own thoughts on the matter. She missed the ball whiz past her as she daydreamed about hunting for her first prey.

Fawnkit shook herself out of her thoughts as Swiftbreeze talked. "Oh I was just thinking about hunting is all. We can keep playing as long as you're okay to." She hopped on the ball and waited to fling it until the tom got back to his position.

(It's perfect!)

Swiftbreeze shook his head, he had no patrol today and had already hunted plenty for the clan, he would feel too guilty if he refused to play with the kit and instead went and sat around. "It's fine, I have plenty of time." He told her, getting back to his previous spot. He readied himself for the moss ball, though he kept an eye on the rest of the camp. He was unaware of the prophecy, but he could tell that something had happened while he was hunting.

Swiftbreeze caught the ball with ease and quickly tossed it back, “I’m sure that Leafstar will pair you with a great mentor, no need to worry.” He told her, flicking his tail as he spoke. He was glad that she seemed so intent on becoming an apprentice. He worried for her sister though, who seemed to still be struggling with clan life. “You’ll be becoming an apprentice in a moon or two correct?”

The black cat was proud that his assumption of their ages had been correct. “Very soon then.” He stated with a slight purr in his throat, he then caught the ball and tossed it back again, this time faster than it had been. “Is your sister excited too?” He asked, masking the worry in his tone with friendliness. He wondered if he should mention his concern to anyone, but he feared that would alienate the two kits even more of he did. “You two will get to hunt and train together, it’s a lot more fun when other apprentices get to join you.”

Swifbreeze couldn't hide his pity this time, he felt guilty even though he had not caused the kits' misfortunes. The tom paused for a moment before passing it back to Fawnkit. "I would be scared too." He told Fawnkit, wanting to offer her some reassurance. " It must be very hard for you two. It's okay to feel nervousness or fear, you just can't let it control you." He said, parroting words he had heard a lot as a kit. "You're sister will come to terms with this, it just may take her a bit longer. You just have to make sure to help her, which I'm sure you are."

Swiftbreeze paused when she said that, is anxiety growing for the young kit. Cliffclan was in a harsh area, learning to hunt and fight would not be enough to survive. Prey could be scarce and predators plenty, you needed numbers to truly feel protected. He had often spotted groups of loners gathering when times were especially tough, a cat from a clan would have difficulties getting accepted if such situations were to arise. "I see." He mewed quietly, tossing the ball back "Your Mothe-Flora...She brought you both her for a reason, to protect you. We want both you and Doekit to live happy, healthy and safe lives. If you are ever worried about your sister, you can come talk to me. She won't get in trouble. It's scary feeling alone, and it's normal for her to be nervous about being here." He told Fawnkit quietly, making sure Doekit was out of earshot. The thought of Doekit running off just to be mauled by a fox or cougar caused his stomach to tie into knots. "You two need to stick together, but it's always good to find friends and family among the clan."