Echokit pretends no one else is in the nursery. He liked being alone, and most of the other kits he didn't know very well. He just wished that he could be alone all the time. is that too much to ask?
"Um...yeah, I am." Rookkit answered with a gruff voice, blatant and straightforward. Watching her sister stare in some direction that was not towards her. Whatever, if Coldkit had trouble figuring out who or where she was, that was perfectly fine. Even with eyes, Rookkit could hardly keep track of all 12 of her siblings. Nor did she wanted to. "Your ball?"
Oh, she meant the moss ball that was just tail length away. The slender dusky gray she-cat meant to go grab it for her, but a paw suddenly tapped her. The sudden touch made Rookkit pull back. Physical contact wasn't really her thing, even though Coldkit was her sibling, Rookkit hardly finds any touching or prodding to be very fun, unless it was a fight; then she was going to go all in and hit everything she saw or briefly touched. "Um, I do see it, alright. It is still right here..."
Rookkit grabbed the little measly ball of moss before dropping it near Coldkit's paws, hoping she'll be able to sense it. Somehow? How do things work when you can't see.
[ sorry for the late reply! also cold's header is so so cute ]
Coldkit
[ 1* moon | She / Her | Wc kit ]
Rookkit was a little skittish. When the kitten tapped what she assumed was her sister's paw, it almost felt like she tapped water. It disappeared beneath her, just like that, and Coldkit was left without anything to rely on once again. Her ears flickered and her breath warmed up the air around her as she strained her ears to listen instead; listen as her older sister spoke, and listen as the shuffled towards something and plopped another something at her paws.
Coldkit reached out. Tapping the ground in front of her until she felt it; a mossy touch, a little scratchy and a little damp. Her mossball. Or any one mossball, but this is the one she had made; it was clunky and not at all round, but it was hers. For a moment, Coldkit smiled, and she ushered the ball close to herself. "Do you know. How to play with it?"
She asked, rolling the ball beneath her paws in a rhythmic movement.
"Can we play with it?"
She proceeded. Rookkit was nice. She liked Rookkit. She wasn't annoying like Moorkit or commanding like Rainkit, even if she preferred the later sibling to the other one. "The other kits don't play with me. You will, right?"
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EGRETKIT she/her | 4 moons | dark brown and lilac tabby with dappling, cream markings and blue eyes
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with the seemingly ever lasting snow blanketing the camp, egretkit has been staying inside the nursery. there's two reasons: one, it's warm and cozy, so she doesn't have to freeze her toebeans off – two, she's found out that not everyone likes snow! she likes it; it's very pretty and soft. fun to play with, too. it'd be even better if it wasn't like ice! (little did she know, snow is, in fact, basically ice.) however, even if she likes playing in it, she'd much rather make her friends more comfortable by playing in the den, if that's what they prefer - lest another eveningkit situation happens and she has to beat up the snow again.
so currently, she's rabbit kicking a mossball, tumbling and rolling all about the nursery floor. she's vaguely aware of her brother, crowkit's, presence near her, but is more focused on the treacherous, dastardly villain she's beating up. if she wants to protect her family and friends (and twillystar, of course), she's gotta practice! even if she doesn't really think beating up people will solve any problems. still, it's for the greater good. this mossball must suffer!
while battering the mossball, egretkit throws a quick glance around the nursery. upon doing so, she spots a cat that looks almost identical to her mama.. gramma dapple! within seconds, the mossball is flung away and she's jumping to her paws, energy buzzing through her. "GRAMMA DAPPLE!!!" she squeals loudly, high pitched voice cutting through the nursery. "crowy! crowy! it's gramma dapple, c'mon!" she calls out before sprinting towards her grandmother, almost colliding into her. compared to her uncle's dusty scent that always made her want to sneeze, and her father's summer-like scent, dapplebreeze smells very fresh.
"hiya, gramma!" the tabby greets enthusiastically, aiming an affectionate headbutt at the molly's leg before trying to plop down on her paws. it's a rare occurrence to see dapplebreeze. the fury always seemed to simply lurk about - never a constant presence. egret doesn't have a problem with that, though. family is family, no matter how often she interacts with them or not.
Snapkit lays tightly curled up in a moss nest sleeping.
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Bravekit, Littlekit, Rabbitkit, and Breeze song slept.
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There was snow in the clearing and Leopardsong wanted to play in it. The she-cat's been feeling overly blue and her strange depression only increased upon learning that her remaining kit, Magnoliakit, Skykit, and Jasminekit were due for their apprentice ceremonies with Twilightstar's kits. The snow reminded her of her attempts to teach her mate how to play. Perhaps a game will make her less... sad.
"Kits, does anyone want to build a den of snow with me?" The forever queen asked as she got out of her nest.
| Gnawingpaw | 4 Moons - WindClan Apprentice
Lyrebird's Lullaby - Inactive | Well Insulated - Active
Blank. That was the state of Cardinalkit's- No... Gnawingpaw's mind. Everything had gone... wrong. Her name? Gone. She knew there was another Cardinalpaw in WindClan. Jaggs had told her he'd met the doppelganger. But like, that had been a lifetime ago. When they were small, not big kits ready to be apprenticed. Why'd her name have to go and change just because some loser hadn't earned his warrior name yet? If anything he should be the one getting a new name. Something to reflect just how pointless he was. Loserpaw. Or Dissapointmentpaw. Maybe even Unworthypaw. Anything that wasn't her rightful name.
Any other moment and Cardi- Gnawingpaw would have been throwing a fit. Maybe not in public - she was an apprentice now, so her days of getting her way just because were gone, she knew as much - but her littermates would have heard about it. Twilightstar would have probably gotten a complaint. She would have somehow managed to spin a narrative that this was probably Crowtooth's fault because he was a petty brat and it just seemed like the kind of thing he would pull off in his position of undeserved power. Instead, any thought about herself was gone when she realized something even worse than her name having changed.
Frostkit's had not. He was still Frostkit. Now... the fluffy calico might complain about the rockheads for days, but never, not once in her life, would she consider leaving them behind for anything. They were her family. Treasures just like her. Or rather... just like she had been. So why the hell was he not here?! Snowydad had placed stupid flowers on all of them back in the nursery. True, he hadn't said exactly why he had given them the flowers, but any mouse brain could figure it out. Seriously, of all the times Frost had to decide that following Jaggs around was beneath him. Oh... once she got her paws on him she was going to kick his ass.
Gnawingpaw didn't really notice how she had turned around to walk straight for the nursery to check up on her brother. Her motions had been automatic, her brain too turbulent and numb with negativity to pay attention to her surroundings. It had been a miracle, in all honesty, that she had made it to their nest without bumping into anyone... or anything. It wasn't until Frost grinned that stupid, toothy, lopsided grin of his at her that she managed to start processing everything, including his sneeze. The molly's blank stare slowly melted, replaced by a frown. One that mixed anger, indignation, and concern all in one fiery glare.
"Y-you... You ROCKHEAD!" she yowled, finally finding her voice.
It lacked any real vitriol in it, her worry for her littermate's very potential illness taking priority over her anger at his silence on it, at how this meant they were not apprenticed together... At how she had lost her name and split her family over their not talking to her and telling her they needed help of some kind and couldn't make the ceremony. Damn it, didn't he know that if he couldn't make it then none of them should?! They were just four months old. She was willing to beat up Jaggs if he complained about their staying back to wait for Frost to get better... not that she thought that would be necessary. But the damage had been done. For better or worse, Frostkit was still a kit, and she was a treasure no more.
"How long?" Gnawingpaw sniffed, her pale green orbs half lidded in contempt as she looked down at the lying Frostkit, refusing to let herself sound as concerned as she felt. She was still angry, damn it. She'd be worried if it was something serious and not something stupid like his face.
@Rose [Strawberrypaw] | @burntToast [Jaggedpaw] | @Dolomedes [Frostkit]
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Frostkit looked up at his sister, vision blurring as a itchy feeling invaded his nose, the kitten sneezed. Then again, and again, then once more before being freed from the cycle that plagued him. OH woe is him, this bland and suffering existence. Yelling, Frostkit flinched back at the noise of his sister, owie???? She finally acknowledges him and then she makes the hurt more hurt. He should sue for this! If a 4 moon tiny creature could sue, and if he, a cat, knew what sueing was.... he would!
He clicked his teeth, though it had less snap with his fatigue draining him... it made him wanna give up communication all together though most cats were too lame to understand he was talking when he was talking.. even his own littermates at times. He flicked both his ears down a couple times, Cardinal, it said, like bird wings. How long what? Since he's been dying? Maybe a couple days? He wasn't sure, and he wasn't sure how to reply to it anyways so he just looked at Cardinalkit and then looked away with a shrugging motion.
Sagekit tilted her head and watched as the other kits built their nest, and tried to copy their actions, but ended up falling backwards trying to pull out moss.
"How does everyone else do this?" Sagekit pouted as she got back up, and continued trying to build a nest.
The kit kept failing and failing, and she started to give up. I can't do this! I don't want to do this anymore!
Strawberrypaw lurks near the Nursery entrance, wondering if Frostkit was inside. She finds herself shrouded in silence, pondering her family. He would be an apprentice soon with the rest of them, right? And speaking of… Strawberrypaw hadn’t done much talking lately. With her family. They’re the only ones who mattered. She just felt… cold. Frequently. It being Leafbare wasn’t helping.
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