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I may be small, but I’m braver than I look.

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Wrentalon's voice made Robinkit's ear perk up and she quickly turned her head in his directions. Giving him a little wave of her tail to greet him in a friendly manner. "Hi dad" she mewed gently before nudging some other little items into their respective areas. As if she were a tiny medicine cat sorting out her herbs. And which just as much grace, which could be surprising for a kit her size.

"It's not really a game" She replied, giving her paws a few deliberate yet delicate licks before moving over to him and sitting at the brown tom's paws "It's for healing" she added, there was a hint of playfulness in her tone but for the most part she spoke her words matter-of-factly. "So only me and Tigerrush are allowed to touch em, I don't want anythin' getting lost" she added, casting a glance over her shoulder at her sorted piles.

Suddenly, the idea of playing a game eventually came to her mind and she glanced back up at Wrentalon, her wide yellow eyes fixed onto his hazel eyes the best she possibly could. "Can I heal you dad?" she asked, a persuasive glimmer in her eyes as she flopped her unfolded ear back, her eyes growing wider as she curled her bottom lip into a bit of a pouting motion. "Please?"

I may be small, but I’m braver than I look.

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"Wrenched claw, dat's not good" Robinkit murmured, narrowing her eyes in thought, remembering that Tigerrush had asked her a series of questions when she had gotten sick, perhaps Robinkit could do the same in this little game of medicine cat. "I need to ask you a few questions" she mewed, softly but still rather sternly for her age.

Robinkit picked up a few leaves and brought them over to Wrentalon, placing them on his 'wrenched' claw. "When exactly did your claw get wrenched and are you feeling and big amounts of pain?" she asked with a slight tilt of her head as she glanced up at Wrentalon expectantly. It wasn't like she was a real medicine cat by any means, but this playing seemed a lot more interesting than the play fighting that she had heard a few other kits do. Though she did seem to take it rather seriously.

She took the leaves off of Wrentalon's claws and gave them a few taps with her own paw before giving his paws a few diligently paced licks and she unintentionally let out a light purr while knowing she was 'healing' her kin "We will need some..." she began, glancing over to her collection of meaningless bits-n-bobs in her nest. "If you're in a lot of pain I can give you... uh flower seeds, yes flower seeds" she murmured. "It'll help get rid of that pain"

She padded over to her piles and methodically looked through each one. picking out a flower bud she had placed in a respective pile earlier and trotted back over to Wrentalon. She pressed her paw onto the flower bud and a small seed popped out "Eat that and the pain will go away" she spoke but then stretched up to whisper into Wrentalon's ear "Don't actually eat it, just pretend eat it" she spoke in a whisper

"Go. I'll be here."

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Finchkit, who looked half-asleep, was watching the interaction between Wrentalon and Robinkit from beside a sleeping Sunstrike. The little ginger tom remained silent and unmoving the entire time. You’d almost think that he was asleep if it weren’t for the fact that his eyes were open halfway. 

Sorting things, in Finchkit’s own humble opinion, sounded boring. Mundane. But he loved his sister to bits so he wouldn’t dare to say or do anything that could potentially upset her, the little tom not daring to touch a single plant in her pile. Finchkit stretched before going back into a loaf position.

I may be small, but I’m braver than I look.

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Robinkit grinned as the tom 'licked up' the false herbs that she had placed in front of her, it wasn't a grin that was seen often, but it was more relieved than ecstatic, as if she was alright her father was uninjured now, or at least 'healed' to the best of Robinkit's inexperienced abilities. She had recalled what Tigerrush had told Sunstrike before she had left the medicine den after being healed last moon, something about... if it gets worse or persists to go back to the medicine den? Perfect! That will make her sound professional!

"Now daddy- uhm, Wrentalon" she meowed, lifting her chin in an attempt to be professional "If that claw hurts you again don't forget to come back here so I can check it again, and don't hunt for a while, so you don't make dat' claw of yours any worse" she spoke with a strange infliction that made her feel past her moons despite her occasional slip up on some words. "But now that your paw is better, you can be a warrior again" she added with a firm but oddly charming nod.

The caliby she-cat noticed her littermate observing the shenanigans and tilted her head, wondering why he didn't feel inclined to join the game so she could heal him as well, but no matter, she had time to spend with her sire! "Whatcha wanna do now daddy?" she asked Wrentalon, flicking her tail every now and again as if she had a leaf or twig tangled in the fur at the tip of her tail, granted she did have a leaf intertwined with the calico fur, but she hadn't really noticed it.

"Go. I'll be here."

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Finchkit continued to watch and listen on. Should he join in? Nah. He decided that he wouldn't unless he was needed. Besides, there was no point in him joining in when he wasn't wanted. The little tom started to think about his future as a warrior apprentice. Who would his mentor be? Hopefully somebody elegant, knowledgeable, proficient, and wise. Someone who could teach him more than just fighting and hunting. But regardless of who it turned out to be, Finchkit wouldn't complain. He'd be a good apprentice. Be the cat his sire and dam raised him to be. At the end of the day, he just wanted to protect ThunderClan and his kin.

I may be small, but I’m braver than I look.

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Robinkit watched as Wrentalon called to Finchkit, who was, rather unhelpfully, laying in his nest. Though despite him not really helping her all that much, Robinkit felt like she didn't need it, especially since she had healed Wrentalon all by herself! Though at the mew of training for battle, Robinkit cast her sire a sharp glare, though it was hard to take serious due to her youthful features. 

"Daddy you gotta be careful on the paw, or its gonna get hurt again!" she let out a low whine, her unfolded ear flattening as if protraying genuine worry for her father. "So not big stuff, okay?" she meowed, waddling over to Wrentalon with a sharp resolve as she lightly placed her paw atop of his. "You gotta make sure it's fully healed before you do the rough stuff okay daddy? Promise?" 

Her tiny, quiet voice seemed to echo the small nursery, her tail flicking anxiously as if her sire was under a real threat with his false injure, Robinkit may not be the best at play fighting in the slightest but she fantastic at playing pretend as any kit and she was certainly committed to this little game of theirs.

"Go. I'll be here."

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When Wrentalon glanced over at Finchkit, the tom glanced back, giving him a singular slow blink before his father started talking to him. "Yeah. I'd love to do some battle training." the kit responded in a tone that was quiet but not shy. Despite his attempts at not appearing too eager there was a glimmer of excitement in his eyes at the idea of leaning to fight.

1. The red tabby then turned his head to his whiny sister, sighing. "Come on, Robinkit. A little training with me isn't going to get him injured again." the hazel-eyed feline said to the calico, playing along. "I don't qualify as big stuff anyways, right?"