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Originally Posted by Slushie

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Loonkit's eyes were still shining with the thrill of adventure, but as Twilightstar continued on, their face slowly began to fall. A fox? Like, those big, wild dog-things? They twisted around to scan the moor behind them with a careful gaze, searching for any abnormal movement amongst the heather. The only thing they could see was the windswept moor stretching as far as the eye could see. They turned back to Twilightstar. "Why would another Clan take me? Don't they have kits, too?" Or... what if they didn't? What if ShadowClan or RiverClan or ThunderClan were all alone, with only grumpy warriors to keep company with?

Loonkit sat down again and looked at their paws as Twilightstar brought their brother into the mix. They didn't want Swankit to be sad. Sure, Loonkit teased him all the time and made a point to be a pain in the tail, but Swankit was their brother. They loved him. The excitement had faded, replaced by a grim understanding that something really could have happened to them out there. "I- I don't want Swankit to be sad," they blurted, "because that would make me sad. Is he sad right now? Can I go back? I want to check him!"

Oddly enough it seemed like her words were actually reaching the kit. She wasn't sure they would considering Loonkit's personality. Twilightstar observed his demenour as it took a change from that oblivious kitten happiness to understanding.
"ThunderClan and RiverClan would probably give you back, ShadowClan might keep you. At this rate, I can't see stealing kits beneath them." No matter how she thought about it, Twilightstar couldn't seen Dawnstar returning her kits to her for any reason. A small smile formed on her maw at the kits eagerness to return to camp to check on their brother.
"I'm sure he's worried about you, as I'm sure you'd be worried if he suddenly left you without a word. We can go back, I hope that you understand that you can not be going out of camp on your own. If it happens again, I might not be the one who finds you first." She state gravely while standing, making sure the kit was following as she led the way back to the camp. No punishment this time, it seemed they understood that this couldn't happen again.
[All done, he can be RPed in the clan again.]

Originally Posted by Tigerspirit2009

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Leaf bowed in his graditude, and could barely hold his excitement when the young tom said: "Thank you".

"You'll start in my clan as an apprentice, you'll have someone teach you how about the clans and our ways as your mentor." Twilightstar told him. "You're new name will be Leafpaw." Regardless of age, the leader rarely let any cat into the clan with the rank of a warrior. It made no sense to do so with any outsider unless they had special circumstances. "Come on, I'll show you where you'll be residing."
[You can go ahead and start rping him in the clan once he's submitted.]

Originally Posted by implimm

There are things in the known world that remain unknown, mysteries that no individual could possibly hope to puzzle out. Things someone knew although they shouldn't have been able to, intriguing powers harnessed by a very few. Life, death, rebirth, and resurrection as well. The incomprehendable wasn't something many thought of often, perhaps even slipping the populace mind entirely.
So, it was likely very much a surprise to the leader of WindClan when, during a moment of solitude in her den (whenever the she-cat laid to rest), out of a soft and sandy patch of the ground, a tiny paw emerged. And after some scrabbling, a little gasping mouth which coughed out the sand this kit was apparently being born from. Several moments seem to drip by so slowly before this little scrap of a kitten is at last straightening out.
Fernkit takes another moment to regard Twilightstar. "Hi!" He mewls. The kit couldn't have been more than a week old, and yet he had an awareness that surpassed many beyond his... Sure age. "Can I go to the nursery! I'm hungry!"
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Had Parasite snuck some weird bug into her rabbit?! It wasn't something she'd put past him, if Mushy was watching him she could see the tom allowing it so long as it didn't kill her. Twilightstar woke with a startled hiss as she watched what soon turned into a young kit, literally pop itself out of the ground. Twilightstar seen many strange things in her short life, but this had to be one of the strangest things. The leader was speechless for a long while as the kit began mewling like nothing was out of the ordinary.
"Nursery?" She repeats, still in a daze. She slowly stood up and padded over with cation, stretching out her neck to give the kit's head a sniff. He smelt like WindClan, but he just came out of the floor of her den so that meant little to nothing. Was this some kind of StarClan thing?
"Who are you?" Twilightstar composed herself after a short time, padding all the way over to the kit, crouching down so she was eye level with the pipsqueak, and gave his head a few swift licks to clean him up. You know what? She was going to stop questioning it, blame it on StarClan, and go with it. The leader had a billion questions, but one thing at a time.
[You can post with Nettle whenever.]

Originally Posted by mellifluentCurator

Beekit stumbles into the camp, covered in nettles and burs. They grumble and spit a bit of dirt out of their mouth, sitting down in front of the Breezerock. Their pelt is messy and ruffled, their eyes are dull, and they have an overall air of shame and anger. Beekit doesn't say anything about their disappearance, just sits and waits for their leader to see them.
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The she-cat stepped out of her den, eyes spotted the messy clump of fur stumbling over to the Breezerock. Padding fully out of her den, Twilightstar pads over to the rock and looks down at the kit in front of it. This one's been gone while over a moon.
"Beekit," the leader sighed, taking a seat and wordlessly begun pulling out the mess of nettles and burrs in their pelt.
"Where did you get to?" Asked the feline, pausing briefly in her vigorous groom to speak before return the task. She tried taking the burrs out as gently as possible without pulling too harshly on their fur.