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Wildkit

Shadowclan kit - 3 moons - Long-furred calico tom with yellow eyes.
(Purrks: N/A)
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Ah, it looked like the fun was coming to an end. At least Wildkit had wound up catching Morningpaw's tail in the end. He watched it, tempted to pounce again, was the apprentice slipped his tail away. Still, the satisfaction of catching it was good enough! Next time, he'd be ready for moving targets! "Okay! I'll be as good as you, soon!" He claimed playfullg.

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Morningpaw chuckled at Wildkit's last comment. "Maybe one day. But not today, so don't get your hopes up, Wildkit. See you around." The mottled tabby slunk off, whiskers twitching. He had a feeling he'd see that ridiculous kit again. Didn't know why. He just seemed like the type to hunt you down for a conversation.
@namen_roodles (also, hi, you're back! when should the next interaction between the two be, do you think?)

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Silentmutter heaved himself to his paws and ducked through the entrance to the Elders Den, emerging outside in the clearing. His massive frame was hard to miss, especially when the cream and tabby tom straightened, rising to his full height now that there was no roof above him. He sat down again near the edge of the clearing, waiting for his father.

"Have you been to see Whisperingkit?" He asked quietly, flicking his tail in the direction of the Nursery, where his daughter would be. His heterochromatic gaze flicked around the clearing, going from cat to cat. He eventually turned back to Mudburr, and twitched his ears rather awkwardly. Why was talking so hard, and why was talking to his father even harder?


@CloudlessEve (Whisperingkit)

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The tom's shoulder's rolled above his head as he slunk out, giving a fair amount of clearance between him and the roof. His brown tail left the entrance last, leaving the branches forming the entrance as untouched as if he had never left. He took a moment to observe the muddy clearing, before following his son to the edge of it, taking a seat by his side.

"Not yet." Mudburr replied softly, following Silentmutter's tail to the nursery entrance. He couldn't see the inside from this angle, but he would be lying if he said he didn't know about Whisperingkit yet. The tom had his sources; queens questioning, warriors talking, and kits squealing, but his observation was reinforced by habit. A clanmate wouldn't care to remember their chatting, but this kind of observation and record-keeping had always been his responsibility. It was like breathing to him now, in more ways than one.

"Did you choose the name Whisperingkit?" He asked, starting the conversation for once. Mudburr was genuinely interested, but his apathetic flair served no benefit, making his voice come off as otherwise.


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The massive tom blinked, allowing a hint of affection to creep into his heterochromatic gaze. "I had a say in it. Whispering was the one I liked the most." He murmured, shuffling his large cream-and-brown-tabby paws. "Do you like it?" He asked hesitantly, eyes turning downwards slightly, to meet his fathers gaze. Mudburr's expression remained much the same, but then, had Silentmutter expected anything else?


@Cloverspring
@CloudlessEve

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The elder's pupils were already facing his son when he turned around. They remained thin and unflinching, despite meeting Silentmutter's gaze. It was not meant for intimidation, nor was it confidence, but joy certainly didn't seem to appear.


Mudburr let silence fill the air, then answered. "It's fitting." He mewed calmly.


It was approval. But he never betrayed what he felt, not even to his own son. This wasn't because he didn't care, but because he didn't want to be responsible for making Silentmutter the way he was. Only Shadowclan as a group could raise him correctly, for he trusted the clan with his life, and his son's, along with Whisperingkit's too now.

But maybe, as well, there was something deeper in the elder that had disapproved of his own being when Silentmutter was born. With all the knowledge that Mudburr had gathered about other cats, he had become frighteningly aware of his own self. He remembered how that felt. He spent many moments staring into the wet pools out in the edge of the territory, mute at the reflection of his own appearance.
Admitting to this revelation of his own being would have gone against everything he had been taught to be. He had chosen this path, for Shadowclan, and he was bound to it... he was.

Yet, when Silentmutter was born he was given another choice to make, and in that moment he found himself... unable to change. He remained disciplined to a leader of the past, but was able to abide by this dead code to give his son a different fate. Mudburr knew that if he was representative of Shadowclan's past leadership, then Silentmutter would be representative of its current, raised by the clan. Silentmutter probably had less time with Mudburr than other kits because of this, but looking at his son now he knew he made the right choice.

His eyes thoughtfully lingered on his son, softening briefly, before turning to face the nursery again.

His gentle voice broke the silence. "Will she be taking any kit lessons?" The elder shifted his thoughts away from himself, moving onto other things. He wondered if he would meet his granddaughter while teaching one of his own kit lessons.



(step 1: denial of self lol)

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Silentmutter thought for a moment. "...Yes." He whispered eventually. "I'll get her into something." The large tom wanted to let his daughter pick what she wanted to do; However, the warrior would still choose at least one class for Whisperingkit. And then it was a matter of parenting... Mudburr was his father, and a good one at that. Silentmutter knew that. But perhaps he wasn't always.. there. He hoped to be a more constant presence in Whisperingkit's life than Mudburr ever was in his. That lifestyle had made him strong. Silent knew that.

Didn't mean it didn't hurt though.

Flicking his long, cream colored tail, the patched tabby stared into the distance for a second, blue and green eyes unfocused, lost in memories of his own kithood. Then he snapped back into the present, and met his father's gaze evenly once more. "How have you been? Anything you want to tell me?" He muttered quietly, twitching one of his ears.


@Cloverspring (Maybe he decides to tell Silent about his kittypet mother? Idk, do what u want lol, it's good)

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Mosstangle

Shadowclan warrior - 19 moons - Large dark brown-and-white tabby she-cat with green eyes.
(Purrks: N/A)
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Mosstangle followed behind the grey and white she-cat back to camp. It was quiet, and she was glad for it. Her head was still a bit cloudy and her heart was racing as she thought. What exactly was she supposed to say, anyway? She hadn't thought this far ahead before leaving that morning. She just focused so much on getting the wisteria in the first place, she hadn't even come up with what she would even say.

As she slipped into camp behind Smokefern, her eyes darted around the clearing. Two she-cats entering camp with bunches of wisteria in their maws... yeah, nothing to see here...

Thankfully, Mosstangle didn't immediately spot Blackjaw. It looked like she'd have a chance to stash the flowers to bring out later. "Tanksh agaim, Shmokeferm." Mosstangle mumbled through the vines of flowers, tail swaying behind her.

@Nahbois
@Mr_Possessive

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Mosstangle

Shadowclan warrior - 19 moons - Large dark brown-and-white tabby she-cat with green eyes.
(Purrks: N/A)
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Mosstangle spotted Blackjaw and her heart skipped a beat. No! She still wasn't sure what to say, what to do, and he couldn't see the flowers before she was ready! That would ruin everything!

The tabby lightly flicked Emberfern's shoulder with her tail one last time as a thank you before she darted into the warriors den to hide the wisteria. She really needed to figure this out. She could not mess this up. Not again! She wanted nothing more than to join the white tom for a meal, but not yet. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet!

Oh, stars, these flowers were going to wilt before she managed to build up that courage...

@Nahbois
@Mr_Possessive (Whenever, if you wouldn't mind making the starter!)