~*Waterclan*~ Brand New

[That Weird Dragon]

Silvermoon nodded, "Thornkit will you go with Swankit to find Moonkit and Soaringkit?" Thornkit nodded, "yes mama" he and Swankit padded out of the nursery and soon came back with Moonkit and Soaringkit. The kits them curled by the queens belly suckling happily.

[Irios Atelis]

Coalkit looked at Silvermoon and hissed,
"If they're that old than they should be able to take a hit" He snarled

Huntingkit twitched his ears in amusment at BlackStar and Goldenwattle.

Goldenwattle licked a paw in embarassment,
"I can see why your leader" She meowed to Blackstar indicating the dirt from the moss that now dulled her pelt, she carefully started to help Huntingkit gather up the moss before looking at Coalkit,
"That's enough, Gather up the moss over there" She hissed lashing her tail toward the other side of the Clearing before sitting down and starting to return her fur back to it's usual gold.

Coalkit hissed but did as he was told, shooting an accusing glance at Silvermoon and her kits.

[That Weird Dragon]

Silvermoon ignored Coalkit, "If he knows any better he would know that even 4 moon old kits can get hurt from moss balls" she mewed to her kits only.

[Irios Atelis]

"No one ever told the bad cats that!" He snarled vicously

[That Weird Dragon]

((NIX I AM TRYING TO CALL YOU!!!))

Moonkit looked at coalkit and padded over to him, she nudged him.

[Irios Atelis]

(Lol soz try again)

Coalkit turned around and spat,
"What?" He demanded

[Crazy-Town]

Blackstar- He shook his now dull coat, clearing the moss and dirt from his fur.

[Irios Atelis]

Goldenwattle couldn't help but let her liquid gold gaze drift back to Blackstar, she shook her head to clear it, trying to resist the urge to look back at him.

[Crazy-Town]

Blackstar- He licked his right forepaw and drew it over his ear, cleaning out even more moss. Finishing up, he began grabbing the dirty moss that lie in the clearing. He grabbed all he could in his jaws and padded a few fox-lengths out of camp, setting the moss underneath a bramble bush

[Irios Atelis]

Goldenwattle bounded out of the camp to hunt, trying to clear her head of confusing feelings, she found the scent of a vole and started to track it, drawing one paw silently over the ground after another.