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"O-okay... but I think that Berrypaw would get me if I tell you," Maplekit stamered. For once, he was actually, genuinely, scared of the cream spotted apprentice.
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{ @wren @Starbot @Wolfie }
The early morning dew clung to the under fur of Bumbles warm honey coloured stomach. Just at day break was a perfect time for a small walk around the territory, to see the wildlife that Riverclan had to offer like... Almonds? Bumblebelly still wasn't sure what they were but whatever. He had bigger thing on his mind that morning, like the three kittens dumped on him by an ex. Inwardly he cringed, knowing for a fact they were all definitely his, especially the little pale grey and cream tabby he had shuffled between his legs. It's as if Hornetsting was doomed to haunt his life. Bumblebelly hushed them softly as he carried each of the practically newborn kittens to his soft nest that had been lined with feathers and gentle moss. First this little diluted tabby, now the cream bean, and finally he returned to last of his newborns. They seemed... a little sleepy? That wasn't the best signs for kittens. Bumblebelly looked back anxiously at his nest that now contained two kittens before turning back to the last one. "You okay?" He whispered, nudging them with his nose. |
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Stingkit ——— One minute he was sitting on his butt on the cold wet ground watching the world progress slowly around him. Sights and sounds of birds dipping and swaying through the trees in playful flight, he even saw a bumble bee pass lazily by. It was all fascinating to watch before his watch was temporarily interrupted. The transition was quick and he didn’t have much to protest, the tom who’d come for them look worried but remained silent as he ushered him and his siblings along. Besides he couldn’t really argue, the tom was both bigger and stronger. Besides he was getting tired of sitting on the cold ground. His butt was soaked. Plodding along between the toms legs he kept his sobering watch of the world around him. He hadn’t been far from the makeshift den from his mother, it was a dangerous world out there but this? This seemed ok. The trees around him swayed with the breeze and bright blue sky poked out between the sparse clouds. It was awful pretty. The dilute torbi kit was oblivious to the change or un fazed by it. He expected his mother to be close behind and this mystery tom to be someone she trusted.. she wouldn’t have left them with him if she didn’t trust him. That’s when his thoughts were ripped away from all question, reaching what looked to be a large den. Cats moving back and fourth and chatter from all corners. It was a lot to take in all at once.. exciting of course but.. frightening as well. The little toms tail gave an anxious wave as he slowed his walk til he was just about walking underneath the tom. He didn’t care if he got in the way.. it was all a little shocking to adapt to so quickly. Finally they reached a sheltered area, it was warm and smelled like mom. But not mom? He didn’t have much time to dwell on the though as he was ushered into another set of moss mirroring that of at least 10 exactly like it. The little kit flopped into the soft bedding laying on his belly. He’d never walked that far before.. and he was sure tuckered out. @S-oft @Starbot @Wolfie |
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Sleepykit ------------ @Wolfie @S-oft @wren The kit really had no care in the world, the dew was cold on his fur, and the ground was wet, but he kept himself pressed up against his siblings. If he just ignored it, than the feeling would go away's what he thought. So that's exactly what he did. Closed his droopy eyes and did his best to ignore the cold. Before he knew it he was being ushered to his paws and was walking through an odd smelling place. He let out garbles of protest and weak throaty whines as he padded along. He very much liked sleeping more. The stranger than shuffled them into a sort of familiar place, full of soft fluffy things and smelled of his food. Yet it was...different. He couldn't quite put his paw on what it was. Maybe it was the more undertoned fishy smell that concerned the greyblue mix. He stood and watched with a blank expression as his siblings were picked up and plopped down into the fluffy looking thing one at a time by the Bigger Stranger. Than it was his turn to be mothered by. The cold wet nose against his cheek made the little kitten a little colder than before. That was not a welcome feeling. So, of course, he let out an annoyed chirp. Laying himself down flat on the Nursery floor almost as an act of defiance. He wasn't expecting all the dust to plume up, however. Which of course made the, already very cold kit, let out a squeaky sneeze. |
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Sunkit The small molly shuffled along with her siblings and the stranger. Her fur was damp from the humidity that morning. She didn't trust the big fluffy stranger, why would their mother leave them with this stranger? She had no clue why, but the stranger looked like her sibling Sleepykit. Sunkit's thoughts trailed off as she continued to shuffle with the big fluffy stranger. Sunkit flopped into the soft nest, wherever she was, it smelt of milk and was warm. { @wren @Starbot @S-oft } Sorry it's short! |
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Bumblebellys heart was melting every moment he spent with his newest children. Oh god, the Joy's of being a father was too much for his sweet heart to handle, maybe this time he could do it right? be the father they need, not the coward he was used to being.
With two of his kittens in the nest, he focused his head on the drowsy ball of fluff before him. What a beauty, but definitely his. "Oh bother," He sighed softly, slowly picking them up by the scruff. He lowered them into the nest besides the others. "Names names names..." He mumbled to himself. He turned his eyes to the strongest of kittens, the one who reminded him of his father so much. "Stingkit, I think will fit you." He said with a small purr, gently licking his forehead. He hoped Stingkit would be everything his father wasn't. Bumblebelly let his gaze fall to the smaller one. Their name was a non brainer. "Sleepykit! Adorable just like you," A quick lick to Sleepykits head was placed. And the last! Last but definitely not least was the creamy girl. He could sense the fire in her soul, it was bright but no doubt would burn... Where had he seen that before? "Sunkit, but that doesnt mean you won't all light up my life.." { @Wolfie @wren @Starbot } |
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Late night grumbling from his mother lead him to believe.. this stranger wasn’t actually a stranger at all. He was a father. His father. Granted though his mother never spoke to kindly of him.. he wondered than exactly where his father had been for the first little part of his life. Though it was small and recalled so little.. from his understanding (which wasn’t much) he guessed fathers were supposed to be there. Mother was weak and tired all the time.. where was dad? Though he wouldn’t linger on the thought too too long, considering his brain was small and the next thing on his agenda was getting something to eat. Shuffling aside as his brother was lifted and set next to him his eyes traced back up to his fathers face. He wouldn’t need to confirm that, it was a fact that he had come to the conclusion of. This guy was his dad and that was that. He was about to ask a question but was interrupted as this tom turned his attention back on him. Sting. Like a wasps stinger? What’s with the kit after it? His tiny ears flicked forward as he moved down the row of his siblings. He actually hadn’t bothered to speak to his brother or his sister.. considering he never found the need too. Sleepy.. that was fitting.. and sun? Mm. He always thought the sun was a pale yellow not orange. Whatever it didn’t really matter. The newly named Stingkit adjusted his gaze fixing upon his father once again. “Where were you?” it was an honest question that truthfully held no weight behind it, Stingkit held no concept of abandonment quite yet or the lack of both parental figures in his life. @S-oft @Starbot @Wolfie |
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Onepaw walked into the nursery and looked around for his mother Flyfur. "Flyfur are you in here?" The small apprentice called quiet enough to not wake any sleeping queens or kits. @Rainquail
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Flyfur stretched a bit and lifted her head when a familiar small voice called for her. She blinked, a bit sleepy still.
She shuffled to the side a bit, making room in her nest and gestured for her son to come to her. "I am. Are you alright?" She had to keep from frowning. @Snowstripe |
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