Peonydapple // She-Cat // 32 Moons // In Camp // Mentions: Spiderleaf

A soft breeze ruffled the medicine cat's fur, eyes closed as she breathed in the scent of the herbs. From this she could determine the overall freshness of the Clan's stash, knowing weather or not she'd need to go on a trip, and if it would be long or short. Must and the absence of many smells told her supplies were low. Opening her eyes she found about three vital herbs were missing, and the others were dry. Sighing, she called to her apprentice.
"Spiderleaf! I nedd some help!" As she waited, she made a mental list of what they would need.

Doepetal // She-Cat // 32 moons // Nursery // Mentions: her kits, Open
warning: potential triggering content

The soft-furred she-cat gazed upon her two kits, a smile on her face. Willowkit sat stone-faced as Marblekit lept around him, catching his brother's tail from time to time. But while they played, angred and depressed thoughts lingered in Doepetal's mind.
The rememberance of that huge, black and brown tom forcing himself on ner was a nightmare that stuck sith her in the day. And how he just left her torn and tattered on the ground made her wince. Then, finding out she was pregnant with his kits...?
She was glad neither kit resembled their father too much... it would kill her. She didnt want her kits to be unhappy because they reminded her too much of their father. They were large like him, though. She just prayed to StarClan every night that they grew up to be kimd kits. To be nothing like their sire.
Pushing these thoughts as far away as she could, she replaced the smile on her face and watched with delight as Willow and Marble played.

Willowkit // Tom // 5 moons // Nursery // Mentions: Marblekit, open

The black and white kitten lashed his tail back and forth, up and down. Marblekit, his brother, was trying his hardest to catch the fast-moving tassel, and Willowkit was doing his best to keep him from succeeding. However, sometimes he would slow down and he would feel tiny claws in his tail. In his opinion, Marble was too slow and focused on beating Willow instead of just focusing on its movements. But the cold kit had never been one for games and never had the mindset for the,. He only ever really thought of his training and work.

Marblekit // Tom // 5 moons // Nursery // Mentions: Willowkit, open

Determined to catch the furry tail that belonged to his brother so he could have bragging rights, Marble would jump about and try to be quick. However, the brown-red kit was far too clumbsy to ever land it right unless Willow was slow. Though it would've been ovious to any cat, the hot-headed and self-centered little one believed the reason he caught the tail was because he was faster. Not that Willow was just being nice, It might've been due to his cockyness, or to the fact that Willow seemed too serious to just let him have a few wins.
Every now and then, he would bounce around his brother and taunt him, only to 'suprise attack' the lashing tail. It usually didnt work.