#ratclaw

The soft, yet familiar sound of clacking beads was what woke Ratclaw up this time. The warm Golden Moon sun shone through the hole in the roof of the second warriors den, warming the rocks and sand and blinding any warrior who faced it directly.

Ratclaw could hear her sister shuffling about as she continued beading whatever necklace or bracelet she was making. Quietly grumbling, she lightly pawed at her sister’s nest. “Chestnut ‘s nap time…go back to sleep..” Chestnutfur lightly swatted at Ratclaw’s paw before going back to stringing the beads onto the necklace she was making. “Sorry Ratclaw but no napping right now for me. I gotta keep my paws busy.” She said quietly, quite lost in thought. Ratclaw rolled over sleepily to face her sister. “Yeah well I need to keep my paws busy too, but you don’t see me doing it during nap time.” She stated, playfully batting at the necklace Chestnut was making. Chestnutfur hissed and swiped at her paw, but there was no malice behind it, only mild irritation. “Yeah well, I don’t hunt all the time and teach classes like you do. Stop being annoying. I love you, but stop being annoying.” she hissed, not looking at Ratclaw and instead opting to focus on the necklace.

“What are you making?” Ratclaw asked, already knowing the answer. She leaned in close, peeking over her sister’s shoulder to watch her string on the colorful beads and shells onto the woven string. “I’m remaking Ferndawn’s necklace. He broke it recently while out gathering building supplies.” She stated, beginning to tie the ends of the string together. “How’s he been doin’? His sisters? There’s so many damn cats here in Shell Colony that I don’t see them everyday like you.” Ratclaw knew that it was entirely possible that her sister hadn’t seen her kits at all that day, with them being adults with their own jobs in the colony. “They’re all doing good. Kestrelwater has been out exploring, Twigswoop has been out running around and finding me extra supplies, Yarrowspeck has been helping out mom and Dustspot with herbs, and Ferndawn has been helping out Larch with teaching Artichoke about crafting. Wasn’t Artichoke originally training with you for hunting?” Chestnutfur was idly fidgeting with the beads of the necklace, almost as if contemplating if she should add anything else to it for her son. “Yeah well, Artichoke didn’t think that hunting was right for her. It's fine with me as long as she’s happy with whatever she does with her life. But that’s good! With your kits, that is. I'm glad they’re doing alright.” She said, claws digging into her nest at the mention of her former trainee. She really didn’t want to talk about her former trainee right now.