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Re: RiverClan Nursery

skykit stared at the spider. c'mon little guy, i won't hurt you. she murmured to it, trying to get it to climb on her paw. she didn't want anyone to smash it, it was kinda cute. UGH. why are spiders so stubborn?! she nudged it's back legs with her other paw. i took a step forward and then another. finally, it climbed on. she carefully stood up and walked outside, using only three legs.

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Originally Posted by chaton (Post 795413)

Mothkit's worries seemed to wash away as soon as Flyfur was there to offer comfort. They made themself comfortable, quietly resting their head atop their mum's soft fur. Though of course, this wouldn't be complete without hearing the story that Flyfur had offered to tell.

"You have... a brother?" They meowed questioningly, ears suddenly perked, "It would be really fun to hear about him... please tell me..." Mothkit's interest had been piqued. They never knew about this supposed relative. It seemed more and more these days they were finding out they were related to cats they had never even met before... would it ever end? They did wonder what this cat could've been like though, so... they'd just have to listen. They could do that well, especially when the one they were listening to was a cat as wonderful as Flyfur.

@Rainquail

Flyfur sighed as she thought about Halfstone. Big, dumb, socially anxious oaf.
"Well, when we were little and about your age, I was an itty bitty little thing and he, at the time, was massive. When we became apprentices, he always insisted on calling me 'Littlepaw'. By the end of our training, he was the size of most cats, but I ended up hitting.... a growth spurt, I suppose and grew to be bigger than my clanmates. Even then, he called me "Littlepaw", to remind me of my roots."
It wasn't exactly a story, more background on her and her relationship with her brother, but it also wasn't as if she was stopping there.

"I became a warrior before he did and during one of my patrols, I had seen the beach and told him about it. He became obsessed with wanting to go. The first thing he did as a warrior was wake me up in the middle of the night, demanding I show him to this beach. So we snuck out of camp to go see it. His eyes lit up like you wouldn't believe when we made it. He threw sand, jumped into puddles, nearly buried me as he dug for the fun of it. We ended up falling asleep there, and we came back often."
Her eyes slid to the ground suddenly.
"Or we did."
They stopped going once Halfstone decided he was too grown for such childish things and distanced himself from her in a way she hadn't ever been accustomed to. For forever it had just been the two of them, going everywhere together and doing everything together. It had been so weird and jarring when suddenly he had pulled away from her.
He was all she ever had. Even when they made friends, hers always seemed to disappear or leave her behind. It wasn't a nice reminder.

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Originally Posted by Corruptx (Post 796548)

// @Romulus

A tortoiseshell was situated over in the corner of the nursery, eyes creased with the seemingly utmost concentration as she studied the crisscrossed cushioning of her pawpad. Orange eyes glimmered with intrigued fascination as she tilted the limb ever-so-slightly from side to side, a devilish grin breaking onto her maw. What a perfect, ever-so-perfect scar, with its oh-so-precise enlargement and shape. After a few moments of investigating the new wound, Goslingkit craned her head over her shoulder, jaws expanding in a yawn as she raked her gaze over the perimeter of the shaft. Hm. What did she want to do today? Goslingkit didn't need a moment of consideration, for she knew almost immediately what she longed for this very second: a fight. A brutal, gory, and oh-so-bloody fight (although, of course, she wouldn't be able to unleash any actual wrath upon another kit... unfortunately.) Oh, how fun it'd be to discover what blood type some other kit - like Waspkit, or Brightkit - has... Wait. Waspkit! Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes. Where was that scraggly little weakling? He'd be the perfect opponent for a quick and easy little spar, Goslingkit figured determindedly. "Ohhhh, Waspkit! Come here - it's time for your first 'Beating from Goslingkit!'"

*Darkkit listened,not Your day starclan* Goslingkit dontthink about it,he just got here Dont try to hurt him. *His fur brilstled*

Re: RiverClan Nursery

A beating? Oh he would like to see that happen!

The little scruff ball of confidence pounced out from Flyfurs nest, twigs and sticks poking out from his thick fur in every direction. Wapskit wiggled through the other nests, creeping like a bug! One step, two step, three step, POUNCE!

Two back legs sprung like tensed springs, throwing the stunted kit out from the mossy beds of the nursery. He aimed to land directly on top of Goslingkit, that was the plan, but with eyes screwed up tight Waspkit prayed to the stars that was where he landed.

@Corruptx

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// @Romulus @Cougar

[ everything is done w. romy's perms! :heartbounce: ]
What... What was that weakling idiot even doing, hoping to land on Goslingkit with eyes closed? Pft - what a moron. Nose scrunching up, the long-limbed tortoiseshell pivoted briskly to the side, orange eyes taking on a glimmer of anticipated excitement. Now, of course, she wouldn't be able to enable any genuine bloodbaths... unfortunately. But hey, she supposed tearing his face off would be good enough (well, okay, she wouldn't be able to do that, either, but a try was always worth it.) Of course, she had heard Darkkit's whimper of worrisome distress, but that had already been long dismissed, for the she-kit had already reared up on her hind-legs, lashed out with a sheathed (ugh) paw, and struck the measly tom across the face. Hah! And to think he had ever considered himself a competent opponent.

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The smack was a hard blow. He fell to the ground with a thud, dazed. The bitter taste of blood tainted his tongue. Waspkit blinked up at her and spat out a fang - one of his larger canines had come loose. "Woah..." Waspkit whispered as he stared down at the pearly white tooth. Q large grin plastered his face, the missing tooth obvious as only one fang shone in his jaw. "Do that AGAIN!"

@Corruptx

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A few days had passed since Scrap had been pulled from the river. Thankfully, the tiny tail-less kit bore no marks of his time in the river, save for a few nightmares. Bad dreams aside, the kit was doing well. His eyes had finally opened, revealing a pale jade green flecked with gold. He watched the other kits curiously, though never quite drawing up the courage to ask to join. Instead, he stayed near the grey she-cat known as Flyfur.

"Hey, Not-Momma? Why do the other kittens have mostly the same name? They all have 'kit' at the end. Why's that?"

@Rainquail

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Mosspaw pads over to the entrance of the nursery, searching for his friend Basilkit. He searches for a second before he spots her. "Hey, Basilkit," he calls out, smiling.
@Jessica1917

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Originally Posted by mellifluentCurator (Post 798127)

Mosspaw pads over to the entrance of the nursery, searching for his friend Basilkit. He searches for a second before he spots her. "Hey, Basilkit," he calls out, smiling.
@Jessica1917

Basilkit bounds up to Mosspaw. "Hi! I can't wait until I'm an apprentice!"

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[ @Romulus ]

Goslingkit
___________

[ as always, everything is done w. perms! ]
The hell? Did... Did that kit just say he wanted Goslingkit to whip him across the face... again? Well, gee-whiz, okay! Steadying her forelegs, Goslingkit whisked back a few paces before zooming forward and throwing up her scarred forepaw. Her orange eyes glittered with a seemingly new sort of menace as she brought the maimed limb down upon the little tom's face, scoring the nose, flattening the ears, and leaving him with a brightening red mark. Pfft. You know, I'm kinda beginning to like this kid... Kinda. Ever so slightly.