Kitten's Keep

The red on blue's nest was done, and as such, tiny paws scampered from the apprentices' designated sleeping area right back to the nursery. She had originally had plans on finding the most comfortable spot in the area, and she'd found just the perfect location, but that didn't mean she didn't need to get a few finishing touches here and there before her work was complete. It was a bummer, as she had been looking forward to lazing the day away, but how could one be lazy with such an uncomfortable nest? The petite tabby wasn't certain why the clan's apprentices were okay with such mediocre sleeping quarters, but if there was one place the she-cat was not willing to compromise... it was where she slept. She needed maximum comfort for extreme laziness.

Her work had been done, and in all earnest, Tinypaw had considered simply going straight to sleep right after that. A midday nap sounded absolutely divine. And it wasn't like she had any training to do. Not yet anyways. No one had been assigned to her as a mentor, and until she was carried out forcefully out of the camp to train, she saw no reason to go above and beyond looking for help herself. Look, as far as she saw it? She had a good thing here. Old enough to not have to be babied by the queens but young enough that nothing was expected of her. If that wasn't success in life, then she had no idea what could possibly top it.

Easy going as she might be, however, the new apprentice was not an idiot. She knew that if all she did was laze about all day, she might just incur the wrath of Singestar. Or worse... Grayflame. The paw couldn't remember a time before these two were in power, but they were a scary duo. Singestar was just openly angry. The tabby couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever killed a clanmate in ire; while half thinking that was kinda cool if she had - and here she would get grounded just for bapping her brother on the nose - and the deputy wasn't too far behind. The gigantic tabby was much quieter than the mini torbie, but there was a killer's edge to this silence that made her prefer the loud leader. At least with her you knew what you were getting into. Stars knew what the hell went through the Maine Coon's mind.

And so, with that in mind, Tinypaw went to the nursery, finding it hard to think of an easier way to seem helpful. She would come around, offer to get a good meal from the prey pile to any hungry queens or kits, and then go about her day. Which of course meant sleeping. Wasn't she a genius? Ryepaw might disagree, but they were wrong in most accounts anyways.

"'Ello mates! Who here's a bit hungry? Can go run and grab you a meal while it's fresh," the tabby called out, mentally crossing her tail in the hopes that no one responded and thus she was free to go to sleep with the excuse of well there's only so much I can do if everything's done ready to be fired at the first inquisitive cat.

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