you tucked me in, turn out the light.[p, faust]

[clouds [gone</3]]

Stylekit yawned, flashing a show of small white teeth. Raising to his round blue paws, the green-eyed kit turned to face his beloved mother, shaking of the herbs that had stuck to his short fur. He loved the colors. With a small, forever-growing mind of a innocent tom, Style's attention was struck down by the magnificence of the healing plants. For now, Stylekit was sweet and kind; a mommy's boy. He would soon grow out of it.

'Mornin', Mommy' He meowed, even with this age, his voice was low and seemingly carried a dark-edge of a to-be charmer. Summery green eyes, clashed against unspoilt blue pelt, adjusted to the light-bleeding through the dens cracks to make out a better figure of his Mother. Waking up besides her always gave him a sense of safety, pride and joy. Joy that his mother wasn't like many of the others' kits moms. He knew of a kit who's mother had over 6 litters, all with different toms.

[ryo]

Wraithring hummed to herself as she organized the herbs in her store. It wasn't very urgent, but something about the methodic work comforted her. At the sound of her son's voice, however, the medicine cat paused in her work and turned around. "Good morning, Stylekit," she replied to him, cracking a small smile. Her son shared her coloring; it was slightly eerie, as if she were looking at herself in a cracked mirror. His vocal cords were already developing differently, she noticed, the timber of his voice lower and more mysterious than hers. "How are you today?"

[clouds [gone</3]]

'I'm goood. How are you? How have you been; anything interesting?' Style purred, letting his green eyes glaze slowly over his mother's active paws. Padding closer towards the large she-cat, he leaned back on his hind-legs to reach Wraithrings furry cheeks. Giving her left one a rather adorable lick of affection. Stumbling backwards, the blue tom just missed the pile of healing plants beneath his mother's busy paws.

Touching a bright holly-leaf, enjoying the brightness of the green leafs to the clash of red, circular berries. 'Want any help, momma?' He meowed, turning to sit oppisite of the blue she-cat, smiling innocently up at her with an already handsome face.

[ryo]

The she-cat chuckled softly at her son's antics, but the medicine cat part of her still cautioned, "Be careful around the herbs, Stylekit." Her tail flicking, Wraithring nodded at the solid blue tom. "Help would be appreciated, as long as you don't rip any leaves like you almost did," she told him sternly, though she sounded amused. "Can you help me search for shriveled holly berries? They can't really be used for healing then, but the designers might find some use." She didn't particularly like their role- why was being pretty so important?- but the cats themselves were nice enough. She'd be glad to help them out.

Slowly getting absorbed back into her work, Wraithring didn't realize that she had failed to answer her son's first questions. Ah well; they weren't that important anyway.

[clouds [gone</3]]

The sun radiated of his eyes, the streams of bright morning light leaking in to his mother's working-den and bouncing of his eyes as he looked up at her. Preparing with what could be a rant by sitting back on his haunches. Raising a blue paw to his maw, giving it a lick and drawing it over his large ears.

'I'm always careful, Momma.' He meowed innocently, rolling his eyes as if what she had asked was completley unreasonable. Stylekit stood to his round paws, grinning gleefully. 'I would love too. Hey, have you thought of which ol' kit you're going to be taking on as an apprentice?' He meowed, moving a herb that was in the wrong pile slowly.

[ryo]

The lazy, almost insouciant way Stylekit relaxed made Wraithring smile faintly. She still remembered when she had been a social butterfly, although she had been full of bright enthusiasm instead of her son's seeming uncaring confidence. "Course you are, Style," the she-cat mewed absently, rolling an old berry away with her paw to the 'discard pile'.

At the mention of an apprentice, she raised her head and gave Stylekit a sideways glance. "Not really. We already have Cerulean, after all, and he's doing a great job. And I don't know how long I'm going to be around anymore," she replied honestly. With all the tumult with Sabrestar going on, she wasn't even sure if she'd be able to take on an apprentice at all. If the cream tabby regained control of SunClan, she'd probably be demoted.

[clouds [gone</3]]

Green eyes watched the berry roll, and being a playful in his young age, he raised a round paw to toss it up in the air. Watching it fall back down in to the pile of cripsy, or rotten herbs.

This confused Stylekit, and he shot her a worried glance. "You're dying?!" He yelped, running straight to her side. Checking for any signs of illness or death.

[ryo]

"Style," she chided him gently, though her lips curved into another indulgent smile. He was just so adorable; scolding him was akin to an adult scolding a kindergartner.

The medicine cat was unduly startled by her son's assumption, of course. "No, of course I'm not dying!" Wraithring exclaimed. "There's just been a little drama with Sabrestar coming back and everything." She hadn't planned on telling her children about the politics; they were a little young to have to swallow that stuff, after all. Still, she had to reassure Stylekit. Either way, she had already downplayed it; it was more than just a 'little drama'.

[Stylekit]

The tom loved watching her smile, a Mother's smile could light up a world. He liked to think that he made her smile too. Smiling sheepishly up at her, like a puppy that was caught chewing on a slipper, little white teeth glinting softly in the dim light. It was only a gentle scold, her lips curled up as she meowed his nickname. After his worried exclamantion, he drew in a sharp breat which he hadn't realised till she responded. Cheeks puffed out and slightly shaking from the lack of air, he finally exhaled, collapsing between her paws. 'Phew..you really had me worried there, Mamaa!' He chimed, poking her paws with his own. Whatever was worrying her, he wanted to know about it. Patting her paw gently, green eyes wide, 'Tell me alll about it!' He cheered, listening with large bat-like ears.

[ryo]

Wraithring hesitated, but she knew that it was about time her kits were told of SunClan's tumultuous politics. "Well, a long time ago, when I was a kit, our leader was Ellen," she mewed to Stylekit. "Sabrestar was just the medicine cat apprentice at the time. However, Ellen mysteriously died and Sabrestar claimed that he had been appointed leader. The rightful deputies fought him off the first time, and for a while we were peaceful. That was when Ace and I both became medicine cat apprentices." She paused and smiled a little, remembering Stormsoul.

"But then Sabrestar came again, and took over. Just a few moons ago, Sabrestar disappeared and Colouredstar and Mountainstar took over. We thought Sabrestar was dead. But now he's come back, and he might try to take SunClan back. Again." Wraithring sighed softly. "Sabrestar's... an evil cat. He's killed a lot of honorable cats, and he's backstabbed more than we can count."

[Stylekit]

The tom listened, his head cocked in confusion. He couldn't understand why everyone couldn't just live happily among each other? He had heard of Sabrestar, not seen him. But from stories it was hard to  imagine the tom as a medicine cat apprentice. "Does he like you?" He meowed. Hopefully, if he liked Style's mother as much as he did, she wasn't under threat of being killed or anything. Style sighed as the story came to a finish, looking up with green eyes. Alight by the dim beams of light penetrating the family's den. "Do you like being a medicine cat? Do you ever wish to be a warrior?" He meowed, plopping down with a interested gaze up at the blue she-cat. Knowing more about her was good; it brought them closer. And since he hadn't seen his siblings, he was beginning to not care, not care even more for Stylekit.

[ryo]

"No, not really. We... coexisted, before, but mostly by ignoring each other," Wraithring admitted. It creeped her out, how pleasant Sabrestar could be. A cultured killer, that was what he was. She wished that he could be angry and raving and unlikable; then his followers would be able to see what a despicable being he was. "If Sabrestar comes back, I don't think I'll stay," she added, her voice small. She had done it before, and lost her mentor, as well as many of the cats she respected. She didn't want to do so again.

The blue female was almost relieved when Stylekit changed the subject. Wraithring cracked a small smile and answered, "I never really thought about being a warrior, actually. I was planning on being one at first, since at the time the medicine cat already had apprentices. But then all that drama with Sabrestar deciding that he didn't want to be medicine cat, he wanted to be leader happened, and we were left with only Stormsoul as medicine cat. So she picked me and Ace as her apprentices." She shrugged. "I don't really think I'd be very good at hunting and fighting, anyway." She had never been particularly athletic, and she was small for her age. Memorizing herbs was more her forte.