A New Generation (Silverwing's Kits)

<sup>Weaselkit
Peace is my enemy

Weaselkit slowly opened his pale green eyes, the sun's warm beam shimmering through the nursery's entrance like if it were calling him to go through there and explore the outside of this cramped den. Maybe mother will let us go outside...?

He gazed around the nursery. Everyone was still asleep; even his sisters. It just seemed too peaceful. There was not a single, not one slight lace of excitement. It felt as if Weaselkit's head was going to explode.

Smirking, he decided on what to do. Turning his attention on Silverwing's resting body, he sighed in his mind. Who knew such a lecturing mom could be so peaceful looking. Shaking his head he shook away the distraction, a playful glint in his eyes. Creeping low, he stalked toward Silvering, aiming for a certain part of her body...

He pounced, landing squarely on her tail. Lightly grasping it in his mouth he tugged, attempting to wake up the silver queen. "Mom! Wake up!" Weaselkit squealed, tugging stubbornly at the silver tabby tail.</sup>

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^{SILVERWING
Somehow in the midst of it all, I just stopped caring.}

The lithe silver she-cat had been happily dozing, yes happily. It was odd for anyone to even consider Silverwing happy, peaceful, and gentle. The whole term of her being 'happy' was alienated within her clanmate's vocabulary. She was known for being nothing but a hardcore warrior, claws and teeth. Blood and guts, the whole fighting ordeal, she wasn't a soft queen, nor a pitiful Medicine cat, she was a warrior.

Like any warrior that had just been disturbed by a troublesome kit, Silverwing nearly jumped out of her fur, while sending a warning swipe at the tom's shoulder. Unfortunately he was an a one moon kit, and she was full-trained warrior. In the end she caused three glistening scratches atop the tom's fur, blood trickled down his leg. Eyes wide Silverwing meowed,
"I'm sorry--really I'm sorry. Oh Starclan." The slender she-cat knew she wasn't fit for being a queen, how horrible was it, that because of you, your son had his first battle-scar?

"Just leave me alone, I'm not really fit to be a parent." she meowed as she bent her head to examine the cuts. They weren't deep, but deep enough to leave some lasting scar. Sighing she began licking the wound clean, at least some maternal instinct's still remained. "Just play with your siblings, I'm sure they'd enjoy your bratty attitude." she murmured between licks.

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Aspenkit
^{Hell on all four paws}

Aspenkit woke up. The small silver she-cat grinned and leapt on her brother out of nowhere. She then began chewing on his ear.
"Pinned ya." She mewed, giggling madly. "I pinned ya! I pinned ya! I pinned ya!"
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<sup>Weaselkit
Peace is my enemy

Weaselkit let out a frightened squeak when a sudden pang rippled through his shoulder. "Ow!" he growled, his eyes turning in slits of fear and rage. But soon comfort washed over him when the warm rasps of his mother's tongue wrapped over the wound.

Weaselkit gave his mother a stubborn look. "Mom!" he begged, "Outside!" He didn't enjoy the company of his sisters. They were too boring. Plus they were she-cats, and he never understanded them.</sup>

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*Glacierkit*
<sup>I don’t hate you, I just dislike you.
A small silver figure laid in a moss covered nest in a tight ball blocking out the noise that her siblings and mother were making. With one of her paws she covered up her small silver ears, but the noise kept on getting louder and louder with an annoyed hiss the small she-cat opened her chilling unique gaze right on her brother’s pelt.

Slowly lifting her head she eyed her brother watching his every movement until… BANG! Silver fur collided with brown as Glacierkit lunged at her brother standing on top of him ignoring her mother’s comfort licks to him. Glaring into his pale green eyes she let out a growl,
“Why don’t you just shut up!”</sup>

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<sup>Weaselkit
Peace is my enemy

Weaselkit let out a growl in reply to Glacierkit's sudden attack, giving her a glare but smirking at the same time. "Did I interrupt your precious beauty sleep? Or are you planning to stay in this nursery until you are old enough to be an elder?"

With a heave of his hind legs he pushed his sister off, quickly getting up and shaking his pelt. "I'll never understand she-cats." He muttered under his breath.

Glancing at Aspenkit she seemed to be having a great time with "pinning" his mother. Shifting his gaze back over to his mother he pleaded again, "Can we go outside please? Maybe we can go visit father or something!"</sup>

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ooc: Aspenkit said she pinned her 'brother' not 'mother' xD

SILVERWING
Somehow in the midst of it all, I just stopped caring.

Silverwing couldn't believe this is what Starclan had planned for her, what had she done to deserve this? All of her kits were complete and utter monsters. She at least hoped for one of them to be shy and quiet, but no. They were all distempered and obnoxious. She couldn't even place where they got such behavior.

Grunting she raised an eyebrow at Weaselkit,
"Are you sure you handle that?" she meowed dryly. The lithe silver she-cat wasn't even sure her kits would be allowed in camp if she were to let them into the outside world. Great Starclan, they'd probably destroy everything in sight! "You can only go outside if your promise not to touch anything." she meowed sternly, her green eyes narrowed.

And where was Hawkstreak in all of this? Oh probably enjoying his warrior life, like I should be!?! Snorting she flexed her claws, furrowing her brows together she decided it was time he'd pay his 'family' a visit. Turning her attention to her daughters she ordered,

"Glacierkit, tell your father he's needed in the nursery." Turning to Aspenkit she smiled slightly, "And you, tackle some sense into your brother." Flicking her tail she ushered the kits out. Hopefully once they were out in the open they'll get rid of all of that pent up energy. Or so she hoped.

GLACIERKIT

^{I don’t hate you, I just dislike you.}

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Glacierkit hissed at her brother’s comment and was about to knock some sense into him until a small sharp pain met her stomach that made her fall backwards. Jumping back to her paws she glared at her brother feeling the urge to claw his eyes out, but her mother interrupted her.

Get father! Glacierkit flicked her tail with excitement and nodded her head,
“Yes mother.” With that the she-cat raced out of the den into the clearing. It was filled with many warriors, but none of them held her father sleek brown coat. With a snort the silver she-cat slid between two cats that where close to the warriors den and the response that the kit got was a hiss from both of them.

With a grin Glacierkit decided to ignore the response and instead stuck her head into the dim den. Her ice blue-green eyes pierced the darkness, scanning the nests that cover the den. Suddenly a slight movement caught the she-cat’s eyes. Haha! Jumping into the den she made her way toward the heap of brown fur that was curled up in a nest.

The silver she-cat smirked,
“Father! Mother says that she needs you!” She meowed jumping on top of his back making her small petite claws make their way into his tough skin.

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( Opps! Sorry XD I guess I was reading to fast )

<sup>Hawkstreak
My lifetime goal is to annoy you

Hawkstreak finally got a little peaceful, happy shut-eye for once. For once, he ignored all those worries about kits, Silverwing, and the weight of regret. He was even smiling in his sleep he felt so relaxed. But it was canceled. What a coincidence.

Hawkstreak's head shot up, his eyes wide in surprise. A hiss of pain slithered out of his throat, not knowing what was going on. At first he paniced, thoughts racing through his head about an attack on camp. But it sounded pretty stupid when he realized it was just a stupid kit.

His kit, to be more exact. Sighing, he pushed Glacierkit off of his back, roughly licking the wound left on his spine. "Sheesh! Can't you learn some respect?" Hawkstreak grumpily growled, narrowing his eyes. Getting up he stretched his muscles, a large yawn accompanying it.

"She always needs me." The warrior grumbled, but didn't argue. The last thing he needed was a war of kits attacking him because of Silverwing getting revenge of not coming when she told him to.

Grabbing Glacierkit by the scruff just in case she would run off, he dragged his protesting paws toward the nursery, which felt like he was entering the gates of hell. Bending his neck down to put Glacierkit back onto the ground, he looked at Silverwing with an annoyed twitch of his whiskers.

"What do you need, oh so godly queen of the Clans?"</sup>

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SILVERWING
Somehow in the midst of it all, I just stopped caring.

Oh, great the idiot's finally arrived. Raising her brows she cast him a very sorrowful glance and then began her act. Smiling a slightly peculiar smile, she meowed uncharacteristically happy, "Kits, bask in this moment." Eyes wide with enjoyment she added dramatically, "This is the rare creature, called your father."

Time to cut the crap. Eyes quickly narrowed into her usual grimace and then died her happiness, "Finally decided to show up?" she inquired, her tail flicking in irritation. The fur on her neck stood on end, "Drop Glacierkit." she ordered at first.

Then came the worst punishment she could think of, "Now be a father and take care of these sniveling brats." The silver queen knew the tom had troubles functioning even considering 'being a father'. The fact that he had to be one was enough to kill him. "I spend every moue-brained second with these devils and you do the one thing I crave, being a warrior."

Without waiting for any protests, she quickly got up, stretched her legs and announced that 'she was going for a walk around camp'. Giving Hawkstreak just about thirty minutes of alone time with his children. Enough for him to get to know them and to hopefully not kill them.

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