Greenleaf

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Jaguarstripe shifted uncomfortably while waiting for an answer. She entertained herself temporarily by watching Pantherclaw fix up the Nursery, not paying much attention to Hookclaw. Silence. This was rare. The deputy turned to see that her fellow queen was in pain; it was obvious for once. Dark brown eyes narrowed with general curiosity. Was it Hookclaw's time to give birth, or was there something seriously wrong? Jaguarstripe was about to speak up when the question was answered for her. It was her time. Immediately the deputy was struggling to her paws, going into leader mode. "Mistcloud, move your kits farther down to the other end of the Nursery, she'll need space." The small she-cat ordered, "Harefoot, you can stay where you are. Pantherclaw, while you're out getting Fallingleaf, get an apprentice to bring fresh moss and some water. Quickly."

Pantherclaw dipped his head and squeezed out of the den. In the time he was gone, Jaguarstripe scraped some moss together and arranged it under Hookclaw's head so it could be extra cushioned. The first kit was already here. Being a perfectionist, the deputy noticed that the kit was mostly black but had a white tail tip. Great, it was like an alarm call for everyone in the forest. At least this first tom looked large for a newborn; already taking on his father's trait. Jaguarstripe took the kit and began licking it, "Concentrate on relaxing, Hookclaw. It shouldn't be much longer now." Just then Fallingleaf came through the entrance, mouth stuffed with herbs. Jagaustripe was relived Pantherclaw hadn't tried to come back in, his size would only get in the way. The medicine cat placed them near the birthing queen's head. "Eat those." She meowed gruffly, moving toward the birth canal. The next kit had just came, and Fallingleaf picked it up by the scruff, handing it to Mistcloud to lick. This next was another tom, all black with just one white paw.

The medicine cat began to calmly guide Hookclaw through the process, "Push. You're doing fine, just keep pushing. Good, good, now relax and let your body do the rest." Fallingleaf continued to speak while giving each of the kits a quick examination; checking for deformities, and signs of or blindness. They both passed and were pushed towards Hookdeafness claw's belly to nurse. She watched as the larger one pushed his brother aside slightly to get to suckle; that was a good sign. Fallingleaf's dark green eyes noticed a lump of white that had just came out of its mother. She noticed Jaguarstripe's eyes widen and heard her click her tongue. A mistake. The medicine cat padded over and grabbed the kit by the scruff. It gave a pitiful meow, and was much smaller than the other two. A she-cat. "This one is deaf, and would die within the first moon anyway. Pantherclaw!" The large black warrior was apparently just outside the Nursery, because his head appeared almost immediately, "This one might as well have been stillborn." She didn't have to say anymore, Pantherclaw took the kit gently between his jaws and left the den.

Fallingleaf turned only to see another lump of white. There was another? Sighing, the medicine cat began to lick it. Other than its pelt, the tom looked healthy, so she had no choice but to keep her. There were a few rare occasions where cats of that pelt became great warriors. Fallingleaf pressed her paws on the queen's belly to make sure there were no more.

"You're finished Hookclaw. You gave birth to two, soon to be strong warriors."

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<sup>Mistcloud watched silently from the corner of her eyes as Hookclaw was silenced, memories of her own time in labor almost made her grimace. As she followed Pantherclaw's move to speak with her she heard the stress in Hookclaw's voice begin to bubble. It was her time. Her gaze flickered to Jaguarstripe as she started spitting out orders, the first one being for Mistcloud to move her kits to the corner. She narrowed her eyes just the slightest bit. Harefoot had no kits yet but she got to stay positioned, now Mistcloud had to wake up her babies to push them into a hard wall. Picking up Calmkit she tenderly woke up her two other kits with a poke to the side. They protested with a few mews, but eventually got herded into a corner of the Nursery. Right in time to see Fallingleaf push her way through the entrance, jaw laden with all the familiar herbs for such a process as birthing. She watched silently from her corner as the first action she had seen in days occurred.

Hookclaw tried hard to focus on what she could, be it listening to Jaguarstripe give orders or licking the black bundle until he fell asleep from the rhythmic comforting. Eventually both came to an end, Jaguarstripe finished and then took her kit away to be licked by herself. Now she was back to focusing on the horrid pain in her abdomen, eventually it worked its way up until her entire body ached and her head throbbed. Thankfully Fallingleaf arrived as the second kit had its head almost out. She attempted to focus on what Fallingleaf had to say.

"Concentrate on relaxing, Hookclaw. It shouldn't be much longer now."

Hookclaw attempted to slow her breathing, repeating her medicine cat's words over and over again in her head. eventually she got to thinking, she was going to have this done before any of the other three queens of the plan. She was first and so far hers kits weren't completely imperfect. The first one was already huge, no wonder she had been in so much pain, but she could tell that Fallingleaf and Jaguarstripe weren't very excited about the white tail tip. As Fallingleaf pushed herbs at her, Hookclaw feebly brought them closer and lapped them up. A few weren't all that bad, though soon she ended up tasting nothing but bitterness in her mouth.

Another tom was born, he was beautiful, and had it not been for all the other cats around she would've smiled at her two proud sons. Though this second one had its own imperfection, a single white paw. It wasn't as bad as the first kit's white tail tip, but she knew that others would wonder how these could be considered the perfect warriors that they were supposed to be. She'd have to beat a lot of sense into them. She didn't have time to see the next one being born, it didn't even feel as though anything had come out to begin with. The only indication to that fact was fallingleaf calling Pantherclaw to the entrance. Her ears twitched in the medicine cat's direction all she heard was, 'might as well have been a stillborn.."

Her heart sank, she knew what was about to happen, she knew what she would never be able to experience. The life and growth of one of her kits, her kin. Not to mention Pantherclaw would probably be slightly relieved at getting rid of one of his unwahnted kin. He was the one to do the dirty task. Hookclaw closed her ice blue eyes briefly, as if feeling the first and last moment of one of her kit's life. This was not the way perfect litters should be turning out. She was going to be the mother of the disgraces of the Clan.

Hookclaw caught sight of the next one, a little white bundle. It was a tom like the other two, though she wasn't sure what the other kit had been. This one was beautiful, white fur covering its entire body with no blemishes of other color. However her Clan would find this kit ugly and unwanted. This was the kit she would have to teach the hardest, this kit with the stunning silver-blue eyes. Hookclaw felt pressure on her side, was there another? It sure felt like it, but then the searing pain came to a quick halt. it had only been Fallingleaf checking for more, he definitely didn't have a very gentle touch.

"You're finished Hookclaw. You gave birth to two, soon to be strong warriors."

Hookclaw would've breathed sigh of relief at this information, just as she would've smiled down at the kits suckling at her belly.. If she wasn't born a ScarClanner at least. Looking down she carefully drew her gaze down each of the three bodies. Wait three? Hadn't Fallingleaf-oh-the white one was more of a disappointment than Hookclaw had originally thought. This was going to be a tough bunch to teach and watch grow.</sup>

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Jaguarstripe couldn't help but be disappointed. The first two, they were near perfect; exactly what the clan had asked for. But then everything went wrong. The tiny white bundle, obviously the runt, would have to be a darn good warrior to get passed these disadvantages. Unlike his mother he was pure white, like newly fallen snow. At least Hookclaw had a few different colors about her. The deputy made no outward reaction to the kits, just stared at them with a mix of emotions not shown. Just then a cat passed through the entrance again: Spiderpaw had come to join them once more, carrying moss. "Sorry it took so long, Jaguarstripe," The apprentice meowed after emptying her mouth, "But Pantherclaw wouldn't let me in until he was sure the commotion had died down." Spiderpaw began to switch bedding from around Hookclaw and the kits, being careful not to touch the newborns or the resting queen. She then took the wet moss gently between her teeth and lay it next to the new mother's head. The apprentice flattened her ears and ducked slightly as a form of respect before leaving the den.

Jaguarstripe was suddenly exhausted, and made herself comfortable in her own nest. Her head was throbbing from all the excitement, so she closed her eyes and attempted to fall asleep. The deputy tried to reassure herself, after all it wouldn't be long before her belly would be back to normal. Life without this terrible lump would make her much happier. When sleep didn't come, Jaguarstripe lifted her head and stared at the white kit. What a disgrace. How would it look on ScarClan's part to have a kittypet coat in their clan. Scorchstar probably wouldn't allow him to go to gatherings when he was older, seeing as it would make the clan look weak. The other two, though, they would be great. She could see it now. The largest would look like his father, only with a white tail. He would be the fighter. Fierce, strong, and proud. The other would be similar. Jaguarstripe blinked and licked her paw. So far the plan had not been a total failure. That was a plus.

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Pantherclaw sat calmly outside of the Nursery, like the rock hard tom he was. Not one emotion that he was feeling showed. When he saw Fallingleaf come out, he ordered Spiderpaw in. It was not long before the apprentice was gone as well. The warrior gave it a few minutes before squeezing through the entrance himself. His first instinct was to check on Mistcloud. She looked ok, but he did notice that she was on the opposite side of the Nursery she was on before. Pantherclaw padded to her straight away, nuzzling her and each one of his kits. "You are such a great mother..." He purred quietly, careful not to let anyone hear- especially his sister. Many ScarClanners would think of him as soft at this moment, but his family stirred up feelings inside of him he hadn't felt in a long time. The last thing this tom needed was to be called weak.

Pantherclaw gave one last (secret) adoring look to Mistcloud before turning away to see Hookclaw. His other kits(this was a weird thought to him) looked much like their father, though the runt did look a little questionable. The tom nodded approvingly, "They look wonderful. Strong warriors one day." Pantherclaw stared at his kin awkwardly, wondering if he was suppose to help name the kits. If he was, he was going to wait for Hookclaw to suggest something.

[Scorchstar]

Hookclaw stared around for a brief moment, watching as Pantherclaw entered the Nursery. As he headed towards Mistcloud she glanced away, not really sure what she felt towards these kits of hers and their father. Instead she busied herself with looking towads Jaguarstripe. She looked oddly tired, especially for a cat that had not just given birth to two large toms and two smaller ones. It was hard for her to imagine what was going through Jaguarstripe's mind about her kits. Though in the end it would probably land on, 'Great StarClan those kits are weaklings, mine will be the true prides of the Clan easily!' The thought of Jaguarstripe's views made her harden her already rock solid gaze and look down at her kits. By now the largest one was sleeping soundly curled in the crook of her chest and belly and the littler ones were getting stronger from the milk she offered.

Mistcloud sighed the tiniest bit in sympathy as one of Hookclaw's kits was taken away to be killed in the most kind way that ScarClanners could manage. She couldn't help, but feel saddened at the thought of such a young kit being killed before it had the chance to live, especially since she felt kinship for it being of Pantherclaw's blood. That was quite an odd thought though, Pantherclaw's direct blood pulsing through the veins of kits that weren't there's together. What a slightly messed up Clan they were a part of, one that made already mated cats unlovingly force kits upon another that they would never truly care about. She couldn't help but think that Hookclaw had ended up with the worst part of any in this master plan of Jaguarstripe and Scorchstar's.

Then Pantherclaw appeared at the door of the Nursery, her eyes brightened ever so slightly and she let out a soft purr at his touch. Then she glanced fondly down at her kits as he gave each one of them proper loving. She knew that Hookclaw's litter would not get the same kind of affection as her's did from Pantherclaw. It wasn't all that right in her mind, that half brothers and sister were going to be growing up side by side as though they were true siblings. "You are just of great a father, they are going to grow up and make you proud, Pantherclaw." Mistcloud extended her neck slightly to nuzzle her mate one last time, as quickly as she could. She knew how both of them felt about showing such emotions in front of others, especially kin.

Hookclaw was just about to attempt a naming when Pantherclaw's unmistakable pawsteps echoed through the oddly quiet Nursery. His voice brought her eyes upward and she almost wasn't able to meet his eyes. "Thank you, Pantherclaw." They had just made beautiful, however flawed they hqappened to be, kits together and yet they spoke with such a formality that made her realize this was truly just business. She then waited for him to say more, instead he just stood over her awkwardly. He probably was wondering if he had to be part of the naming she wasn't going to say anything at first..It just came out, probably as he was halfway across the Nursery on his way out. She pointed to each in a row, eldest to the runt. " Clawkit, Lonekit, and Frostkit...." Then she was silent, resting her head on her paws and closing her eyes, nothing more would be said by her for the rest of the day and night.

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Pantherclaw looked up from his massive paws and onto his kits. The first, Clawkit, was obviously the largest. He was jet black, the only white penetrating his pelt being on the very tip of his tail. As long as his son kept it low to the ground while hunting it shouldn't be too much of a problem. The next was Lonekit. He was a little smaller than his brother, but looked to have a strong frame anyway. This tom would have an easier time hiding the white on his pelt seeing as it was only on his paw. Pantherclaw's amber eyes finally rested on the last kit. The runt. His pelt was so white he almost looked like a pile of snow. Hopefully the poor tom didn't end up deaf, because that would be just about the most shameful thing that could happen to a ScarClanner. The warrior watched as Frostkit twitched a little in his sleep, then let out a pitiful meow. Without reacting at all, he turned and padded back to Mistcloud, settling himself down so his pelt touched his mate's.

Pantherclaw felt much more comfortable with his real family. The one that wasn't forced upon him by the clan leader, but made out of love. It angered the tom to see his mate and kits suffering because of this terrible plan, just because they weren't apart of it. Suppressing a growl Pantherclaw instead rested his head on his paws, eye level with his kits. They were just about a moon older than his planned family, and were just barely starting to show personalities.

First, there was Calmkit, an all black she-cat with white paws, a fairly quiet kit at this age. She stayed near her mother at times, but at other times wanted to venture away. Her dark blue eyes shined with curiosity that was almost interesting at this young of an age. This one, Pantherclaw could tell, was going to be extremely intelligent and have a passion for learning. The next was Fogkit, who was nuzzling up against Mistcloud trying to stay warm. He looked like his mother, with simple gray fur and eyes. His personality was pretty much the same, wanting to be fed, and staying close to his mother. It would become more distinct as he aged. Last, but defiantly not least was the adventurous Ragekit. The one odd thing about this tom was his eyes. They were green even though neither Mistcloud nor her mate had that color. Pantherclaw could tell that this black tom with lighter flecks was going to be a real pawful. He was constantly trying to walk away and explore the rest of the Nursery, and mewled loudly whenever he was pulled back. Ragekit would be the kit that would have to be trained to think before acting. It was obvious.

[Scorchstar]

Scorchstar poked his head in the Nursery, he had seen the commotion from the entrance of his den. Something had definitely happened, hoping for a moment that his kits had been born. The most noticeable thing in the den however was a bright white pile of snow..Wait!? That was a kit, closing his burning gaze for a moment he collected his thoughts and gazed over the bodies of the other two. Thankfully they only had minor flaws, they would be fine with proper training. That was good, hopefully the other litters would have better products. He had, after all, been slightly tentative in using a Siamese for the plan. Hopefully her worthy strength and skills would rub off on her offspring.

His gaze landed on Pantherclaw next, laying beside Mistcloud as though they were..mates. Dear StarClan for such an observant cat he was rather blind to emtion, probably in the hopes that none of his cats would develop such weak traits. It was only natural to seek out one to love however, squeezing into the den Scorchstar padded towards Jaguarstripe. "Why wasn't the white one disposed of properly?" His oddly cold eyes drifted back towards it, the kit just wasn't natural and should've been killed for that fact alone. Waiting for a reply from Jaguarstripe was rather boring, his impatience getting the better of him in these kind of situations. No matter her reply he would turn away and call back to her, "We will discuss this properly after your kits are born." Scorchstar was no father figure, he only had a leader and a mentor mode. That was truly it.

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Mistcloud made it a point to show her kits boundaries in all they did, from attempting to run around despite the younger kits in the den. She'd hit them on their flank and put them in a corner. Her kits wouldn't be the rowdy bunch in here if she could help it. Calmkit got that on the second offense, Ragekit however still had issues understanding how to behave. Fogkit, well Fogkit didn't move much, didn't attempt to play. His eyes had opened a whole day later than the other kits, he also proved to be the scrawniest. She didn't like to think why that was, she was now being fed the same as two of the other queens, though the ones that were still pregnant got the same rations as they had before.

Talonswipe had just given birth to her bundles of 'joy' a few nights ago. Both were large, one of each gender. The male was a dark tabby without a single marking of white, much better than anything of Hookclaw's litter. In her mind she had already succeeded when she first saw him. Then came the female, a lighter tabby with a slightly tawny looking belly, but still no white. She looked strong and well built, yet still in a way graceful looking. She was beautiful and she also was showing signs of intelligence..but also less desirable signs of disrespect. One couldn't tell what they'd grow up to be like however, not just yet.

She and Falconswoop had named them together, much closer partners were they than Hookclaw and Pantherclaw. The tom was named Battlekit and the tawny female was named Stealthkit. Those were pretty much the traits most valued in the two partners. Falconswoop for his stealth and Talonswipe for her battle skills. It was perfect, as were they. She couldn't help but look down on Hookclaw for her weakling litter, there stupid imperfections and that annoying snowlike kit Frostkit. Hookclaw may have been a respectable and feared warrior, but here in the Nursery she had so far the least amount of success.

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Jaguarstripe felt like pounding her head against the den wall as hard as she possibly could. She was the last queen still pregnant, and was becoming increasingly tired day after day. The kits in the den didn't help much either, because as much as Mistcloud tried to keep them quiet there was always one or two outbursts. It was obnoxious having them around the Nursery all the time, seeing as they weren't old enough to go outside. The rest of the kits were relatively quiet newborns, but even the occasional squeal got on the deputy's nerves. Even though the living quarters for kits and mothers was much larger than before, Jaguarstripe couldn't help but miss the fresh outside air desperately. She rarely got to go outside because of the medicine cat's fear of the cold endangering her kits. That didn't make any sense to her, but then again she was always too tired to protest. Even the smallest movement involved a lot of effort. It seemed like her swollen stomach got larger every day, and Fallingleaf predicted a large litter for her. Great.

Jaguarstripe rested her head on the ground; she could no longer lay on her stomach, and was always seen on her side. This also meant she couldn't put her head on her paws, so a few apprentices gathered a pillow of moss for her. Dark brown eyes scanned the Nursery, and caught a glimpse of green eyes peaking over a resting Mistcloud. Ragekit sprang over his mother and landed silently on his paws. He trotted over to Jaguarstripe and sat in front of her, just staring. The deputy was already irritated, and this aggravated her. "What are you looking at?" She hissed through clenched teeth. Ragekit didn't even flinch, "So... you're like the deputy right?" By now, the queen was getting extremely agitated. This kit was showing disrespect by not saying her name when he spoke to her, and was bothering someone who was suppose to be resting. "Who is 'like the deputy'? I don't know who your talking to." Jaguarstripe growled, batting Ragekit on the side of the head. Suddenly the young tom yowled out, being dramatic and running back to Mistcloud.

"Control your kits will you!" The deputy hissed loudly, wakening Battlekit and Stealthkit. They cried in protest and didn't stop wailing for a few heartbeats. Jaguarstripe scraped the ground with her claws. Never would she do this again. How were there cats that did this more than once?!

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Harefoot pulled her single kit closer to her. She wouldn't feel like a failure, because she wasn't. The one kit this queen gave birth to was a she-cat, and bright ginger to top it off. But there were ways to get around this. Her kit would be fast, and would work around her disadvantages. She could see it. The she-cat named her Emberkit to show that she was proud of her daughter. If anyone messed with her kin they would have they'd have to face Harefoot, and she would defiantly have no mercy. What right does anyone have to judge a cat by the color of their fur anyway? The queen quietly began grooming Emberkit, purring softly. It would work out, she knew it.

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Hookclaw had noticed the increasing agitation of Jaguarstripe, and at every sleeping moment of the furious queen she had made it a point to tell her kits not to bug her. Using Ragekit's mistakes as examples most of the time, Frostkit was smart and you could see that he had basic understanding of what she tried to get across. What he lacked in coloration he made up for in sheer brain power. Lonekit was rather quiet and oddly enough soon followed his name, he was always slightly apart from his brother's but made it a point to make sure that Frostkit was taken care of. Clawkit was already sort of a bully and he pushed his brothers around slightly, but all three of them seemed to hold some sort of tight bond besides the occasional tussle. They were wonderful, Hookclaw could already picture them grown up, her prides, the Clan's prides. They would be the warriors of the time. Even her little Frostkit, she potential in those silver-blue eyes of his.

Mistcloud was exhausted, the older they got the more cramped the Nursery appeared to be to them. They'd attempt to play only to have their games stopped by Mistcloud. Their time for 'play' would come, the battle for leadership of the Nursery would occur when all kits were born and old enough to speak. It was then that each mother would in their own way push the kits to start their smaller version of a Clan. It was tradition, it was the ScarClan way. You learned it young or you were shunned.

Her eyes flickered as the sound of small paw steps became evident to her. Then came a snapping Jaguarstripe, followed by Ragekit's innocent little voice perking up. She hissed slightly at his disrespect to the deputy of their Clan. As Jaguarstripe struck her son she waited, tail lashing, for him to get over to her. Her paw swung onto his back and dropped him to the ground, whether he fought or not was up to him. Either way he'd end up pinned by a single paw. "Respect! Ragekit, how do you speak to your elders? Especially the Deputy of your Clan? Go over there and apologize, and do it properly. And for StarClan's sake, don't come running to your mother everytime someone pushes you around, take it like a proper ScarClanner!" Once Ragekit was lewt up and turned around, Mistcloud would swipe a paw hard to the side of his flank. He needed to learn.

Calmkit's head rested between her two white front paws. She watched unsympathetically as Ragekit succeeded in angering Jaguarstripe yet again. When would her fool of a brother learn? Her deep blue eyes were all ready attempting to master the stonelike quality that true warriors of ScarClan had. She watched silently as Ragekit was beaten upon by his mother and sent back over to Jaguarstripe, she watched curiously at what her brother would do next. She could only hope that he said her name after he apologized. She would put him in a world of hurt if he didn't and he'd only come back to more from his mother. No one would find a soft parent in the ScarClan nursery. The closest they had to that was Harefoot with her one bright, ginger daughter.

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Ragekit gasped as he was swiftly knocked off his paws by his mother. The tom didn't have time to react, let alone fight back. He felt the wind be knocked out of him and nodded quickly at Mistcloud's words. Ragekit couldn't bring himself to look his angered guardian in the eye, though she would probably comment on that later. Instead his odd green gaze swept over to Calmkit, who was sitting like a stone. How could his sister hide her emotions so well when he had such trouble with it? He was sure it was obvious he was terrified at that moment. Finally, after much ranting, Mistcloud released her grip on her son, and he was able to get up. Ragekit turned and started toward the even scarier queen, and was kicked swiftly on the flank. This sped him up and he was soon at Jaguarstripe's side again. She did not look happy to see him. Then, being his regular impulsive self, the tom didn't think at all before speaking. He just wanted to get out of there and back to Calmkit were he could hold his tongue for the rest of the day- or at least try to.

"I'm sorry..." Ragekit mumbled to his paws. Its not that he meant to disrespect the deputy, he just always wanted to get things over with. Then, even after Mistcloud's painful lesson, the poor kit couldn't even remember to say Jaguarstripe's name. The last pregnant queen glared at him, and Ragekit immediately knew he did something wrong. Still confused, he stood frozen, terrified of what might happen next. Before he even had time to dodge he was hit four times by his elder: once on the side of the head, another to swipe him off his paws, and two on his exposed underbelly. Luckily the kit remembered not to go crying to his mother, but instead limped briskly to stand next to Calmkit, shaking. Ragekit was so frightened he was completely unaware of how much fear he was radiating. This wouldn't roll over well with Mistcloud. The tom could only pray to StarClan she wouldn't get their father. Although he had never been beaten by Pantherclaw, Ragekit had seen how large his paws were.

He looked desperately at Calmkit, though he had no idea what she could do for him. The tom didn't understand Jaguarstripe wasn't about to move, and was assuming he was about to get beaten by both his mother and the deputy. Bright green eyes stared at the ground as he waited for what was sure to come.

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Calmkit watched as Ragekit swiftly went back to Jaguarstripe. She probably was the worst queen here, she was easy to anger, wanted everything to be perfect, and didn't really care if the kits developed brain damage from the many swats to the head. She did more damage to the underbelly and legs though, where her own mother usually hit the flank or side. Talonswipe would hit whatever came into range of her kits and herself when in a bad mood. Harefoot would hiss occasionally, or often hit you on the way back. Not that Calmkit knew most of these by her own personal experiences, more so by her brother's blunders.

Mistcloud watched as her kit mumbled something to Jaguarstripe. Not only did he mumble and not look into her eyes, he still hadn't learned to say his elder's name after speaking. She watched without sympathy as her eldest son was beaten up on by her deputy. She would've done it herself if in Jaguarstripe's position, instead she would get the easier job of the after lesson. As Ragekit hobbled towards her area she narrowed his gaze, luckily for him he went to his sister instead of her. That was good enough for her in one aspect. Now she didn't have to teach as much, her paw came up and she gave him a good, final smack to the back of his head. "Learn your lesson, Ragekit. When you are an apprentice your mentor will not be this easy on you." She spoke the truth, however scary it may sound to her children.

Hookclaw watched silently from her corner of the Nursery, gently bathing each one of her kits in turn. She made it a point for them to know that even hygiene and caring for oneself was just as big of a deal as anything else in ScarClan. She also made sure that they were all watching Ragekit's fate when messing with his mother and the deputy. She wanted her kits to learn, but not the way that Ragekit was. Her kits would learn from example , otherwise they would find her much tougher than was Mistcloud was doing. It wasn't unlikely that her kits could end up with a little blood if they miss behaved after seeing Ragekit's examples of the same occurrence.

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