OOC: Hey, Loki, you're probably playing the eldest she-kit, the one that will remember her parents. I'm thinking that her name might have been Joy, then she'll be renamed Joyless. She's a silver tabby with blue eyes (I figured you'd like the blue eyes).
Cunningheart, still looking at Tiger and Tiger looking at her, shook her head.
"No," she mewed softly. "He is my Choosing. I will let him rest in my nest, then he shall begin to train... I will teach him to pull out teeth."
She sat up and put her front paw on the dead apprentice's face, grasped one of the larger teeth in the apprentice's mouth, and pulled as hard as she could.
After a time of pulling, Cunningheart's head snapped back, and she spat out a tooth that wasn't her own. A gaping hole remained in the dead she-cat's mouth some of the other teeth around it had become loose, others had fallen out.
"Lovely," she purred.
Tiger seemed to not know whether he should be amazed or awed. He seemed to pick both. He smiled a little (OOC: CREEPY KIT
), and gently touched the tooth.
Cunningheart let out a small purr (something that was unusual for her), and picked up the kit by the scruff of the neck and carried him to her den - Cunningheart had a separate den since she was the only she-cat warrior, and the cats were usually separated by gender.