a helping paw [tag: bearkit, skyy]

Bearkit was bored. Absolutely bored. Not even pinning down Lynxkit or Flamekit could be interesting at this stage. It didn’t help they were both off doing… something. Flamekit was probably off causing trouble with the rest of the family, while Lynxkit was… well he was pretty sure sleeping with one of the queens at the very back of the nursery. He probably needed it so Bearkit was resolved not to disturb him. With one paw on top of the other, and his chin on top of them, he glared toward the den entrance. Volewhisker was talking with one of the other queens behind him too, making her very boring to consider.

Well, he needed to do something. Getting to his paws, the large tabby peered out the entrance of the den, studying the cloudy sky and the damp ground. It wouldn’t even be fun to be out there. Yet, before he could think much further, someone appeared in the entrance, with a bunch of things that looked like for new nests. Immediately, his ears pricked up, and gaze moved to Smallpaw. "Hi. I brought, um, some new bedding, since everything's getting wet from the rain..." Bearkit bounced on his paws at once, darting forward. “Awesome! New stuff!” He chimed loudly, as the apprentice’s attention moved to him.

"Would you, uh, mind helping me, Bearkit? Not with replacing it— unless you want to— I mean you guys get to pick... There's some feathers here from a bird that was caught... There's also some cattail fluff..." immediately the kit nodded enthusiastically, giving a loud purr. “Yeah I can help! I can help you change it too! I need to learn how to do it too! Because-“ "You should be getting apprenticed soon, right? In the next moon or so..." It didn’t take much more than that to get his chest to puff out, and the tabby tom giving an enthusiastic nod. “Yep! Only one more moon!” The time couldn’t pass quick enough. With all his enthusiasm in place, he turned his attention to the bedding.

“Do you have any pebbles? Oh! Feathers are cool though, you really caught the bird they’re from?” Large eyes turned to the apprentice, a grin settled on his face. “What’s it like bird hunting? You must be awesome at hunting to get a bird. They fly so high!” While he was sure she thought she was being subtle, he saw his mother roll her eyes, but chose to ignore her. He pulled one of the feathers out of the pile with a claw, and held it up to his face. Not that his grip remained on it for long before it fluttered free again. He fought the urge to chase it. Instead, he focused on the task. “Um, let’s get some pieces of fern… and some feathers… and what else makes a good nest?” He frowned, and looked to the side, studying the nearest one. Well, other than moss anyway.