Bathing the Young {BLUESKY/OPEN}

[Sleetfoot]

Sleetfoot made his way over to the nursery and poked his head in through the entrance. His beautiful mate lay curled up with six, count them SIX young cats running around her. The look on her face was one of complete distaste.

Laughing at the scene laid out before him, Sleetfoot reached a paw in and drug out on of his own kits. Taking Rainkit to the clearing, he began to bathe the young one. With little protests, the deed was done quickly. He gently let the kit go to find a leaf to play with. He stuck his head back in and reached for another kit...it didn't matter if it was his own or not, any one of the remaining five were pray to the white warrior.

[Hawkpaw]

Hawkkit let out a cry as Sleetfoot dragged her out of the den, "NO! I'm clean!" she yowled, trying to squirm out of his grip, "I just cleaned myself yesterday! I'm clean! I'm clean! I swear!~ She tried with all her might to slip free of his grasp as she was pulled from the nursery, but her attempts were useless; the white warrior was much to strong for the tiny she-cat.

[Lightfur]

Dawnkit had been napping when she was awakened by a shift in the pile of cat and kits that was the nursery. Of course, Hawkkit's yowling didn't help any either! She lifted her head and opened her eyes, yawning muzzily. What was Hawkkit going on about? Then Dawnkit's ears caught the word "clean" and she sat bolt upright. No! Not a bath! Anything but that! Dawnkit liked her fur to be clean as well as the next kit (although not if the next kit was Rainkit, of course… He was a whole different story), but she hated being licked clean! She flung her gaze left and right, desperately seeking a route for escape. Daddy was just outside the entrance to the nursery, so she couldn't get out that way! The little gold-and-white kit tried to burrow her way into the pile of kits, to hide behind her sibling and the others, and she hoped her hardest that Sleetfoot wouldn't pick her out next!

[Sleetfoot]

His paw snatched up a huge bundle of fluff and he could tell without looking it was Hawkit. With an evil laugh, he drug her from the nursery. "I am a big evil falcon and I will eat you little kits for breakfast!" He meowed loudly for all to hear. At this point, a cat or two might have gathered around to watch the performance.

Despite little Hawkkit's flailing and attempt towards freedom the evil falcon had her scruff tightly in his paw/talon. "There is no escaping!" He slowly (and dramatically) drew the pelt toward his muzzle, letting his tongue loll out before giving her a good, solid, cleaning lick down her spine.

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Coldkit, the eldest of Sleetfoot's three looked at the scene before her. Rolling her eyes she curled up closer to her mother. She really didn't care one way or the other if she was bathed. All of this running around and freaking out was just a huge, unnecessary scene...

[Hawkpaw]

Hawkkit shuttered as Sleetfoot licked her pelt. She was PERFECTLY CAPABLE of cleaning her own fur! She did NOT need some other cat washing her fur. Who knows where Sleetfoot's tongue had been! She stuck her tongue out in disgust and prayed to Starclan that it would all be over soon.

[Bluesky]

OOC: // LMAO at the Who knows where Sleetfoot's tongue had been! Where how weird dýou think my mate is?! xDD //

Bluesky had been watching the six kits, who were playing, sleeping, or lazing about like she was, but all managing to make way too much noise, when a welcome white head had pushed its way into the nursery. She was certain that her expression was enough to convey how very un-enthralled she was with the kits falling over her and each other, but she started to feel better as Sleetfoot pulled a kit out to give it what sounded like a bath. She soon started purring in amusement at Hawkkit's antics, remembering her own attempts in her kithood to escape her mother's rough tongue. Of course, after Heathercloud had left, Bluesky had found softer tongues within the clan, which she was grateful for.

However, the way some of these kits screeched, one would think that they were having brambles dragged over their pelts. It may not have been very nice, but she just couldn't help purring loudly each time Sleetfoot came back for another victim. Feeling Coldkit cuddle closer to her, she blinked warmly at her white kit. "You're above all the melodramatic bath times, aren't you, little one?" It was refreshing to have at least one kit who didn't act like a kit, and Coldkit was probably the one thing keeping Bluesky sane.

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Rainkit was probably the only kit in Clan history to enjoy being pulled out of the warm nursery to be bathed. He kept his naturally sleek fur cleaner than even Bluesky found necessary, to the point where it was as silky as a kittypet's. Not that he was a kittypet, but he didn't see the problem with keeping his fur just as groomed as any Twoleg could.

And there was also something comforting about being given a bath by his parents, that made him feel completely safe and loved.

By the noises Hawkkit was making, she was feeling none of that love and safety.

OOC: // Sorry, Hawkkit :B //

[Sleetfoot]

With all of Hawkit's screaming and thrashing, one would think she had just been thrown into a fire to be burned alive. Of course...she was only being bathed. Eventually, however, her fit had won the prize she had so desperately saute and Sleetfoot set her gently on the ground and it would take only a second, no doubt, for her to dart into a nearby bush for safety.

Sleetfoot stuck his head in again. "Coldkit?" The smaller white kit poked her head from under her mother's warm rump.

"Coming daddy." Although she wasn't particularly fond of bath time, she wasn't completely against it. She padded over to him and he picked her up and ran his tongue over her fur, eventually letting her run off to play as well. Eventually there were only two left. He poked in again.

"Who's next?" It was now an epic battle between Tinderkit and Moonkit.

[Tinderpaw]

Tinderkit blinked, looking up from her corner of nursery. She'd been here for awhile now, but she hadn't spoken very much. She had a tendency to keep to herself and hope to avoid insulting any of the other kits. Up til now, she'd been ignoring all of the nonsense outside, but now she realized that she was in danger of going through the same thing. She didn't move, more looked at the large white cat, Sleet something she thought, with wide eyes. If she was chosen, she wasn't going to make much noise, but having a strange cat bathe her was something she was still not used too. The only cat she was somewhat comfortable with was the nice shecat in the nursery with them. Still, she knew she was helpless to defy her fate and simply chose to wait to see if she would be the next victim.

[Bluesky]

Bluesky yawned, waiting for Sleetfoot to finish with the last three kits. Tinderkit was quietly sitting in the back of the nursery, looking a bit scared but not making a fuss. The queen appreciated that in a kit, not making a fuss.

It kept the migraines down to a minimum.

OOC: // I was gonna post more, but... I realized I don't have anything else to say OTL //

[Lightfur]

OoC: Um. What? D8 Two kits? Tinderkit and Moonkit? I DON'T THINK DAWNKIT'S THAT GREAT AT HIDING BEHIND OTHER KITS, YOU GUYS

*sniffles* Poor Dawnkit's parents forgot about her… *bursts into tears and runs off dramatically sobbing*

[Sleetfoot]

**Wasn't she paniking and digging her way out?**

[Bluesky]

OOC: // ........IDK HOW TO COUNT I'M SORRY.
IT'S A BY-PRODUCT OF BEING IN THE NURSERY FOR WAAAY TOO LONG D8
(modified it btw)

Hnnn, I wonder when our kits are gonna be apprenticed, speaking of which xD
Although I have to admit, I like my name being pink! >3< //

[Hawkpaw]

ooc:Apparently she IS that good at hiding! XD

Bic: As soon as Sleetfoot was done with Hawkkit, she bolted towards the nursery. She sat down in a corner and licked her fur clean of Sleetfoot's spit. It wasn't that she didn't like Sleetfoot, she just didn't like his spit...

[Lightfur]

OoC: Sleety, no, she's just "burrowing" her way deeper into the pile of kits, so that she's on top. =P But I could totally see her tunneling through the nursery walls in order to avoid a bath!

BiC: Dawnkit had been curled into a ball, hiding her face in her paws- as if that would make her less visible- but at Hawkkit's reentry into the nursery, she unfurled herself and skittered over to her friend, trying to remain as low to the ground as possible. "Hawkkit, Hawkkit, was it really bad? she whispered. "Did Daddy lick you? Are you all clean now? I can't wait to be an apprentice, because apprentices don't get given baths. Can you wait to be an apprentice? Was the bath really bad, Hawkkit? Hey, Hawkkit!"

[Sleetfoot]

Unfortunately for the tiny bundle of BlueSleet fluff, her sudden interrogation of her friend was enough of a let down for her guard that Sleetfoot was able to sneak a paw over and pic her up by her scruff, dragging her wailing from the nursery. He gave his mate a quick wink before dissapearing with the kit.

Once they were free of the walls of the den he lifted her up to his eye level. "Guess what time it is!"