tired ; bluerage&kits/open

[Crisp]

A black silhouette came into the camp, two mice and two voles hanging from its mouth. His amber eyes shone in the evening, reflected by the last glimpse of the setting sun. Crisp dropped the rodents onto the fresh-kill pile, and at once he was greeted by a much smaller, fluffier cat, almost an exact copy of him. "Hi Emberkit," Crisp purred, licking the top of the little she-kit's head.

"Where's your mom and your siblings?" he asked his daughter, glancing around for Bluerage "I dunno," Emberkit mewed, jumping onto her father's back and tumbling back off again. Crisp shook himself playfully, pawing at his daughter's tail.

He started to pad away from the fresh-kill pile in the direction Emberkit had come, but she stopped him. "Wait! I'm hungry," she cried, snatching a tiny mouse from the pile. Then she scampered after Crisp to find their family.

ooc: short post is short.

[Bluerage]

The shining dusk faded on Risingclan camp, casting everything in a pearly orange glow. It was quiet and morose in camp, nowadays. Of course, so had Bluerage. Though she retained her silent, cool nature, she blamed herself for the leader's kits to have gone missing. Afterall, it was her to have wandered off, unaware that two cats had slunk into camp and stolen two of Kestrel's kits.

Of course, the parents were furious and absolutely devastated; she knew the feeling, she remembered when she couldn't save her own kits in enough time. What honor was there in killing the pitiful? The helpless? What did you gain by it, exactly, when you stole two kits from the clan and whisked them away? For all Bluerage knew, they were dead. She turned her head away hopelessly to stare into space, thoughts whirling through her head like a leaf in water.

'Mom?' Came a soft, tentative voice. Bluerage flicked her ears, but she didn't have to look to realize her little blind daughter had approached her, clearly concerned for her mother's welfare. When Bluerage had only responded with a quiet flick of her tail, she seemed to look about for her father with concern. Perhaps he could cheer her up. When she caught his and her brother's scent, she waved them over with the tip of her tail.

[Crisp]

Crisp heard his daughter’s soft voice and looked in that direction to find her beckoning him with her tail. He trotted to lay beside Bluerage, licking her head softly while Emberkit hopped over to play. It made him sad to see her like this. He wanted to take her hunting, or maybe just patrolling, get her out of camp, but with the kits at this age – especially Emberkit, the crazy little fluffball she was – they couldn’t leave them alone.

“Bluerage,” he purred between licks, as Emberkit climbed over her mother to snuggle in between them. “Mom?” the mini-Crisp mewed, kneading Bluerage’s back. “Can I get you something to eat?” Crisp asked, getting ready to stand and let Emberkit fall a few inches to the ground. She felt her father move and growled, a high-pitched little growl but a growl nonetheless.