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Night fell over the camp, a chilly wind shaking through it but Pikekit was used to the cold by now. Across camp he could see his father, Goldenshadow, conversing among some of the warriors, sparing not a one glance at the nursery where his son peeked out. The tom let out a deflating breath and turned away from the scene, picking around his denmates to collapse onto an overly dramatic heap. "This blows!" he lamented out loud. "It rained all day and now they expect us all to just sleep? I slept all day!"
"Just shut up already, Pikekit," a disgruntled Sunkit snapped at him, her wrath waking as she pried open her eyes to glare at him. Typical.
He blew a raspberry at her and shuffled around in his nest so his back was facing her, doing his best to ignore the snippy kitten.
Weevilkit peaked open a yellow-green eye at the sound of Sunkit from where he slept beside her, his nose scrunching in irritation at his sister's shrill voice. "You should be the one to shut up," he retorted with an annoyed growl. "How many times does momma have to tell you that you should be nicer to the other kits? Momma never has to tell me anything twice." Now more-or-less fully awake, he lifted his head to stare after Pikekit, the other tom's golden back facing him. He had always kinda felt a bit bad for Pikekit; while Ratstar was always attentive and visiting them, he couldn't even remember the last time Pikekit's papa visited the nursery. "What were you even yelling at him for, sissy?"
"He's always complaining or whining about something." If Weevilkit's reprimand fazed her any, Sunkit sure didn't show it. She didn't sympathize with the other kits the same way that her brother did; in fact, the lack of parental guidance her denmates received only reinforced the idea that they were below her, and she was sure to let everyone know it. The prim kitten curled her lip in a distasteful sneer. "You'd think he'd be grateful for Papi letting them be here, but he just keeps on whining and whining. No one wants to hear it!"
"No one wants to hear you," grumbled Pikekit from his nest. Sunkit didn't try hard at all to lower her voice, which grated on his nerves, and he did his best to be civil in return, but it was so hard.
"Oh bite it, sis. So do you," Weevilkit huffed dismissively, grunting as he rose to his paws. As much as he loved Sunkit, he wished she could be just a bit nicer sometimes. Fluffy dark-grey tail raised proudly in the air, he marched across the den over to where Pikekit was sitting, and settled in beside his denmate. "I hope Sunkit hasn't bothered you too much," he mewed with an awkward giggle, his claws already beginning to kneed at the other kit's bedding. He didn't like this tension in the air between them at all. How would Momma handle this? She'd definitely be able to figure out a way for them all to get along. "She's actually really sweet when you get to know 'er."
Opening her mouth to object, whatever barbed comment poised on Sunkit's tongue was cut off by Weevilkit's departure, the fluffy kitten glaring at his retreating form. It thawed-- slightly-- as she snuggled closer in between Azalaekit and Molekit, but she did feel a little bad for being so snippy at her brother. I'll make it up to him tomorrow, she thought before sleep erased all other notions.
Pikekit, on the other paw, was wide awake and blinked appreciatively at the leader's son, even if he didn't wholly believe him. "I'm sure she is." He didn't comment more on the matter, rather noticed with a smirk at how Weevilkit's paws pushed at the moss undertoe. He remembered seeing the other tom fidget with other things, mostly rocks, before. "Why do you do that?" He flexed his own claws curiously but didn't feel the same urge to sink them into the moss (though it did feel nice against his pads, thought Pikekit distantly).
"Hmm?" Weevilkit blinked at the other kit in confusion for a moment, before following Pikekit's gaze down to his own paws, tearing idly at the moss and bedding. He hadn't even noticed he was doing it. "I don' know," he admitted, now acutely aware of the softness of the moss and how it moved and shredded beneath his claws. "I've jus' always done it. It makes me feel...comfy." He didn't really have a word for how it made him feel, not when he was so young. When he got older, he'd probably use the words 'secure' and 'connected'. "What 'bout you?" He mewed, glancing back over at his denmate. "Why are you sad?"
Though Weevilkit couldn't succinctly frame the image he was relaying to Pikekit, the golden kit understood nonetheless. There were things that made him feel comfy too, like his imaginary friends, but he didn't know his denmate well enough yet to talk about that. "I'm not sad," he insisted, but his attempt fell flat and he sighed, deflating. His gaze wandered back out of the nursery to where his father once stood, though Goldenshadow was long since gone, his son not a second nor third thought. "My momma used to be so loving and sweet and took care of me all the time. My dad doesn't really like to be around much." He knew the reason-- it had been explained early on to he and his brother that they would win his affection when one of them was rightfully dead-- but he was forbade from speaking of that, which was even more lonely knowing that no one else could know. "Your dad comes in a lot, though. That's good."
Weevilkit frowned angrily, his face scrunching up with the action. "Goldenshadow's a real snake-heart, ain't he?" It was an especially harsh insult coming from a kit, but the leader's son couldn't help it. The few times he had seen Pikekit's father, he had firmly decided that he didn't like him. While some of the other big warriors were grumpy or got annoyed by his and his siblings' antics, Goldenshadow was just...cold. On the rare occasion the tom visited the nursery, he seemed to look past all of the kits like they were invisible, Pikekit included. No other warrior was like that. Ratstar definitely wasn't like that. His papa was nice to all of the nursery kits, bringing more than enough treats for everyone. "Why worry 'bout such a meanie? You should come play with my momma and papa an' me instead."
Pikekit was warmed by the offer but a little hesitant to begin with. "You think they'd mind?" He implored of his scrappy friend, thinking back to the interactions he'd seen between the leader and his family. Other than Weevilkit's snippy sister, they'd all been pleasant to him so far, and Ratstar looked more intimidating than he actually was. He remembered seeing the leader rolling around while his children trampled all over him and declared themselves the kings and queens of the Rat Rock-- that never happened with Goldenshadow. His father did not have time for games.
"Of course not!" Weevilkit grinned broadly, always happy to brag about how awesome his family was. Not to be mean to Pikekit, of course, but just because he loved Ratstar and Poppymask so much. His momma and papa were just the greatest! "Papa would probably love for you to join our playtime! I'd bet he'd even give you a badger ride if you asked! And Momma could probably make you the coolest flower crown ever! Some of the apprentices say I look girly in mine, but I think they're just jealous that my Momma's the best flower crown weaver in Summerclan."
"Oh cool!" Immediately persuaded, it was an afterthought for him to then asked, a little sheepishly and certainly perplexed, "What's a badger ride? It sounds scary!" He'd never seen a badger, but from the tales that Roachpelt liked to spin for the youngsters, he could imagine a great beast of fantastical proportions and long, twisting claws. It sounded horrific...but Weevilkit mentioned the word with such endearment, Pikekit supposed that it wasn't a real badger they would be riding. But maybe Ratstar was strong enough to wrangle one and tame it into a pet for his kits to play with. And with the mention of flower crowns, he couldn't help but imagine one of them with one of Poppymask's legendary wreaths.
"It's not scary at all! It's super fun!" Weevilkit replied, jumping up onto his feet in excitement. "It's when we all climb up onto Papa's back, and he lumbers around camp like a big ol' badger! Papa says it's called that because badgers aren't very agile, they just waddle around everywhere, like this!" To show off his point, the tom crouched down low in front of Pikekit, and began to walk in big, overexaggerated steps around the nest.
"I bet you look just like one!" teased Pikekit, his whiskers twitching mirthfully at Weevilkit's demonstration. He crouched in a similar stance, belly hovering over the floor, and stalked towards his denmate until he was close enough to spring and bowl them both over. "Look at me, the best badger slayer SummerClan's ever seen!" He rose and shook his fur out, but one paw was still holding his slain prey down. "I think badger rides with Ratstar sounds pretty fun after all."
"Azaleakit... Bugkit..." Popymask murmured quietly, moving her paw from kit to kit as she verified their location at her side, "... Molekit, Sunkit... Weevilkit..." She pawed around for her spikey-furred son, but didn't feel him, "Weevilkit?"
Each of her eyes opened at different times: Poppymask wasn't known for being a beautiful sleeper, after all. She looked around the nursery with a slightly dazed expression as she searched for missing son, bondi blue eyes finding Pikekit first, "Have you seen---" She began but she answered her own question before she even finished asking it. Carefully, she pulled herself away from the rest of her kits and padded over to the young toms, yawning loudly.
"What are you boys us to at this hour?" She murred with a smile, lowering her face to their yellow. There were petals stuck in the fur around her ears, remnants of the previous day's flower crown, "Did I hear something about hunting badgers?"
Their badger impressions had Weevilkit in a fit of uncontrollable giggling, especially after Pikekit had barreled them both over, rolling the pair to the far side of the nursery. "I bet I could slay more badgers than you!" He taunted playfully, sticking his tongue out at his friend. Pikekit was his friend now. A familiar, albeit tired voice stole his attention, however, and the fluffy grey kit wiggled his way out from under his golden denmate to trot gleefully over to his mother. "Momma!" He chirped happily, rubbing up lovingly against her legs. "I was teaching Pikekit all about badgers! Did you know he didn't know what a badger ride was? We're gonna ask Papa to give him a ride tomorrow! And could you make him a flower crown too, please? I think mum flowers would look really great on him!"
"Oh...," The idea of sharing Ratstar with anyone, yes even a kit, gave Poppymask a bad taste in her mouth, "... I don't know, your father is a very busy, very important cat, you know. But..." She grinned, bondi blue eyes settling on Pikekit golden-furred kit, "... We can certainly do something about a flower crown!"
She put her nose right up to Pikekit's and began to circle him, poking and prodding at him, forcing him to stand up or slouch, brushing his fur the wrong way and the right. Poppymask nodded while she did so, like she was making some sort of list in her head.
"Yes, yes, your fur really is such a beautiful honey gold! Mums really would look great but, as you should know, Weevilkit, they are out of season. Can't keep them blooming past December, it's a real shame. But it'll be OK. All seasons have beautiful flowers that are easy to grow for an expert Garden Keeper like me!" Her bondi blue eys promised mischief and she lowered her voice, "How about the three of us go pick some out in my... super secret garden?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot 'bout that," Weevilkit sighed, chuckling sheepishly at his Momma. He could never keep track of all those flowers, no matter how many lessons Poppymask, the best garden keeper in Summerclan, gave them. Sunkit could memorize the blooms and their seasons no problem, but he always got them mixed up. Like a flower, he immediately perked up upon hearing his Mother's offer, letting out the softest, most thrilled of gasps. "Really?!" He squeaked in excitement. "You're gonna show us the secret garden?!"
Pikekit was still recovering from their tumble and the laughter pouring out of him at Weevilkit's badger imitation when his friend slipped away, scampering up to his mother, which prompted a bashful demeanor out of the kitten. He stood stiff as he was prodded and sniffed at, attempting to quell the quivers running up his spine, then released a deep breath when Poppymask straightened up. "A secret garden?" The prospect of it fascinated him, evidenced in his wide golden eyes, and Pikekit shouldered Weevilkit excitedly. "We get to see the secret garden! How cool is that?!"
It wasn't a secret, really. It didn't take a cat with two brain cells to figure out where Poppymask tended to her most precious plants. That being said, she always called it her Secret Garden and was known to bite the ears of anyone who ventured there without her express permission. She had sharp teeth so it was a pretty good threat.
"I'll take you only if you promise to never reveal its location," She said, looking each one of her kits in the eyes with as much intimidation as she could muster... which wasn't much since her eyes crossed slightly.
(yeah it's old but too cute to ignore, we are going back in time babies)
