Redhawk Caldera you teach me and i'll teach you.

I WANTS BABBERZ @Oriole @Titmouse @Towhee @Phox @Orca @Stoat and anyone else can pop in too that's kool :) 

Maybe if she stapled him to the ground...

Finley stared at the black and silver pup as it ceaselessly twitched about. It seemed to have no intention of ever stopping. Like, ever. She'd done all that she could to satisfy the little beast. Grooming, snuggling, burping, feeding. It wanted nothing, and yet its limbs just would not fucking stop.

The Blackthorn shook her head as her eyes moved over the rest of them. She reasoned that it shouldn't have surprised her how this one behaved considering the others. If she stapled Fidget to the ground (as she'd named him in her head), then she'd have to staple Screech's mouth shut, and Crapbag's butt closed. And she was pretty sure they'd still find a way to pursue their favorite pasttimes. Or they'd invent new ones for her to deal with.

Fox really lucked out that this was the litter she'd left for someone else to take care of. She probably would have eaten Fidget at the very least.

Finley breathed a sigh as she nudged them around. The other three hadn't done much to earn their nicknames from her yet, but she would watch and wait. The Redhawks had their traditions in waiting to name their kids and then naming them after animals - Finley had every intention of keeping that for them. But they needed to be called something until then and Finley would go by her own family's traditions for that, which were less strict. After all, there was nothing about her that resembled a frog in physical appearance or personality (her family would have disagreed considering they were the ones who watched her hop everywhere the first couple months of her life). Gently, she nuzzled their little heads in turn, still pondering what to call them all.