☣AshClan☣ V.2 (Moderators, please lock. Thank you!)

[Cradily]

"Oh." Amberkit's tail drooped. "I-I hafta go." She scurried out of the nursery before Brackenkit could hear her cry.

[.:Flamefur:.]

Brackenkit padded back to his corner [his favorite corner in the nursery] and flopped down

{Can't wait til' Kestrelstar or Ivycloud has that conversation with him lol]

[Cradily]

(Do you want Kestrel to do that now? xD)

[.:Flamefur:.]

up to you.. he can talk with Amber and then Bracken}}

[.:Flamefur:.]

hold on, nvm, i will be on later, bye}}

[Cradily]

(Aw alright, bye!)

[.:Flamefur:.]

nvm, back}}

[Cradily]

(Yay! I might be slow with replies though, I'm doing schoolwork)

Kestrelstar saw his daughter run out of the nursery, looking rather upset. "Amberkit? You akay?" he asked, walking across to meet her. This was the second time she had cried that day.

Amberkit wouldn't look her father in the eye. "Bra...B-Bracken'it sai' that...that Moonkit was 'is only frien'...a-a-an' that...me an' you an' Mo'her an' O'erkit an' Birchkit don' unde'stan' 'im the way that Moon'it does..." Her accent grew with her distress.

"Moonkit?" Kestrelstar echoed. "Who's Moonkit?" He remembered that Pantherpaw had once had a sister called Moonkit, but how could Brackenkit have met her?

"I dunno..." Amberkit sniffled. "Some...dead kit...that 'e meets in 'is dreams..."

So that's how. Kestrelstar licked Amberkit's forehead. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm sure 'e di'n't mean anythin' by it."

"But 'e said we're not 'is frien's!" Amberkit howled. She burst into tears.

Kestrelstar continued to groom her. "There, there, calm down. It's okay," he soothed. "Why don'tcha run alon' an' play with one o' the other kits? I'll go talk to Brackenkit."

"O-o-okay..." Amberkit wiped away her tears and dragged herself elsewhere.

Kestrelstar poked his head into the nursery. "Brackenkit?"

[.:Flamefur:.]

Brackenkit poked his head out of a pile of leaves that he was in, "Huh?" he was facing the wrong way. He sniffed around so he turned to face Kestrelstar.

[that's fine!}

[Cradily]

"Hey there, sport," Kestrelstar purred, patting his son on the head. "Whatcha up to?"