{BlazeClan} {Warrior cats} {Accepting} {V2}

[-Bacon]

Russetleap's ears pricked and she turned to face the entrance, squinting as the light from outside shone through the gap with such strength, that she had trouble guessing who had entered. At the kit's small mew, she relaxed, beckoning him in with a flick of her tail. "Cinderkit," She greeted softly, "Are you ok? I haven't seen you all day."

[sylveonite]

"No!" Spottedkit growled.

[-Bacon]

Rootclaw sighed, getting to his paws. He had only ever had two serious conversations, both ending with him in an annoyed state. This kits just didn't seem to get it. "What ever Spottedkit." He muttered, growing impatient, and got to his paws. "Let's get back to camp."

[sylveonite]

Spottedkit growled. "You go."

[Neira]

Cinderkit mewed silently as he trotted in and nuzzled up to his mothers chin. "I am okay.. what are these?" He asked as he looked at the tiny creatures laying there.

[sylveonite]

{ Are Cinderkit and Spottedkit brother and sister?? }

[-Bacon]

Rootclaw looked down at her, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. "Are you serious?!" He retorted, sighing to calm himself down. "You shouldn't even be out here," He told her, no longer taking on the role of the 'fun uncle', someone that she can relate to, but an authority figure. "If anyone was going to stay here, it'd be me. Now come on, before I drag you by your tail."

Russetleap purred as her adopted kit reached the soft fur underneath her chin. "Our new kits," She purred, signaling to Thorntail with a flick of her tail. "Your new siblings."

{ Do you want Cinderkit to think that Russetleap is actually his mother? Or do you want him to know about his old one? }
{ Cinder is adopted, since his mother died. We can just say that Spotted ignores him I guess? Or pretends that he is her 'brother' }

[sylveonite]

Spottedkit growled. "I'd think you are my fun uncle, but you're not."

[-Bacon]

Rootclaw purred, nudging her gently with his shoulder. "I will be, when you come back to camp." He mused.

[sylveonite]

Spottedkit groaned. She held her head down as she padded back to camp, going straight passed the nursery.