Padding up to the leader, she placed the kit at her feet. "I found this little one by the shoreline not that far from the half-bridge."

"Really?" Troutstar sniffed the kit curiously. "Where is her mother? And do you know what clan she's from? Definitely not any clan that I've ever encountered, though it could be masked by… is that blood?" The kitten mewled loudly, crawling across the den.

"I think her mother was a loner, she was found dead by the shore, probably because she was so thin and could not take the pain of birth. Her ribs were showing so that says she was traveling fast and did not have the time to hunt."

"Hmm…" Troutstar watched the kit helplessly trying to walk. "I assume you've brought her to see whether you can raise her then? Along with your own kits?"

"I cant just put her back outside." She blurted, "But yes, I will raise her like my own."

"Well, I see no reason why you shouldn't. Have you got a name in mind? You know I must be able to keep track of all of our clan members."

"I think I would call her… Willowkit, in honor of her slender form and where she was birthed under."

Troutstar smiled softly. "That's lovely. Perhaps you could go introduce her to the other queens in the nursery?"

"Yes, including the new kits." Picking Willowkit up again, she darted off to the nursery, one- to get her there, two- to escape the glances of the other clan mates.
(Gtg)

(Okay, byeee)
Willowkit breathed in the scent of milk from the nursery and purred quietly. It was definitely a more pleasant smell than blood.

Bucking her head as she entered the den, she quickly walked over to her sister, Frostheart, who had only kitted a moon ago.
"Sister, do you mind taking in another one?" Silverbrook asked, placing Willowkit down.
"Nooo." She muttered, still half asleep.
Knowing she was still under the power of sleep, Silverbook purred a little and nosed the kit closer to the other little ones.
(Frostheart has three kits, you can name them if you want)

Willowkit snuggled in next to Cloverkit, Sparrowkit, and Daisykit. She looked very small next to the older kits, but they would become almost like her siblings, as would Silverbrook's kits.

"So you stay warm little one," Silverbrook purred, taking a placed next to her, "And don't tell Rainheart I was outside again, he'll be very angry."

(ok)

~TIME SKIP To Two Moons Later~

"Mama!" Willowkit came hopping into the nursery. "Sparrowkit won't stop tackling me!" The brown tom followed her in.
"I'm just teaching her how to fight!"
"But I asked you to stop! And I said please, too!"

"Sparrowkit," Silverbrook said sternly while trying not to trip over one of her own kits, "Do you think your mentor will just fling himself at you and expect you to know the move right away?"

"Um, maybe?" Sparrowkit shrugged. "The apprentices never let me play with them, but Willowkit never fights back!"
"Maybe it's because I don't want to fight! I'm very passive, Sparrowkit." Willowkit sat down and began licking her paw.

"And Sparrowkit, you're to small for the other apprentices to play with! They might step on you. If you want to play fight with someone, go to the elders den and asked Graysky."

"But Graysky's old and slow! He'd just bat at me from the ground, and that's no fun!"
"And fighting someone who's not fighting back is?" Willowkit seemed confused. She usually avoided fighting back because she wanted Sparrowkit to go away, but he never did. She didn't understand his reasoning.

"If you don't want to play with him, then you play with no one." Picking up Willowkit, Silverbrook dropped her off with her own kits. Spottedkit, the oldest, resembled her mother in every way, Stormkit looked just like his father, and then there was Jaykit,a small gray braided striped tabby.

Willowkit lay down next to her adopted siblings. Now, she had no idea that they were adopted siblings, and being so young, it didn't seem strange to her that she had younger siblings that weren't that much younger. She didn't know anything about pregnancy. She lay her head on Spottedkit's back, purring.

(Eeeeee idk.)
"Fine…" Sparrowkit sighed, walking out of the nursery. "Willowkit doesn't even know Silverbrook's not her mom…" He muttered almost inaudibly to himself.

"And you don't know your father." Silverbrook hissed, nearly jumping up and flinging him out the nursery.