#hitds

Lolll I mean I don’t think of hitds as a Blueoak series…they have a fling and then Bluefur’s like “byyye bitch,” so. I hope you enjoy it anyway ig? I only like blueoak as a fling anyway.

But I’m glad you enjoyed Frostfur hours! ‘Twas an unplanned fic from the original set, but her POV was cute, and, well, what can I say, I’ve really internalized Kudo’s thoughts about mentors and apprentices XD

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Stonekit yawned. “How come we have to take a nap? Mousekit ‘n’ Runningkit are still awake.”

Thrushpelt laughed. “Mousekit and Runningkit are a season older than you.”

“’S not fair.” Stonekit’s eyes were closing, and he was curled into Thrushpelt’s side. Mistykit was sleeping in the nursery, but Mosskit had already fallen asleep on Thrushpelt’s back, where she was breathing slowly, and Stonekit had decided to protest nap time.

“I know,” Thrushpelt soothed, licking Stonekit’s head. The kit made a snuffling sound, a final strike in his battle against sleep, before his breathing leveled out.

Stonekit was getting bigger, and while Mosskit could still comfortably sleep on top of Thrushpelt, and Mistykit could sleep comfortably by making Thrushpelt uncomfortable, Stonekit couldn’t.

Still, Thrushpelt had been spending more and more sunhighs with the kits sleeping by him. Bluefur teased him about it, asking him if he wanted to move into the nursery with her, but Thrushpelt wouldn’t give up these moments for the world.

Rosetail slipped out of the warriors’ den.

“Thrushpelt!” she called, and he lifted his tail to warn her.

“Sorry!” she said, lowering her voice to a whisper. “I didn’t realize they were asleep.”

He flicked his ears. “They’re exhausted. I’m sure they’ll sleep until moonrise.”

Rosepetal purred, brushing her temple against Thrushpelt’s. “Do you want help carrying them into the nursery?”

Thrushpelt wrapped his tail around the kits. Most warriors were resting in the heat of the sun, and he doubted anyone would cause a ruckus. Even the apprentices were exhausted from a morning of battle training.

“No, they’re fine.” He lowered his head, close to were Stonekit’s head was.

Rosepetal flicked her ears. “Suit yourself. I suppose I shouldn’t bother Bluefur?”

Thrushpelt wiggled the tip of her tail. “She’ll probably appreciate it, as long as you’re quiet. Bring her one of the mice that Willowpaw brought back, and she’ll forgive even some noise.”

Rosepetal headed toward the freshkill pile, and Thrushpelt closed his eyes.

@marshingmallows

safkjl i love it. i always kind of hated that bluestar and oakheart reconnected in starclan like...they spent like, one night together. this definitely checks with bluestar's prophecy.

after she gives the kits to oakheart i'm pretty sure she basically never thinks about him ever again.

this is my new favorite headcanon.