Acornpaw laid down next to her, rolling a ball of moss in his paws. He looked at Snowkit. "I know its been hard for you lately, with everything thats been going on." He paused, examining her expression. "Just, remember that I'm here for you to talk to." He squashed the ball of moss, setting down his head on his paws. @Starlily
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Pushing his way into the den, the huge tabby ducked his head to keep from smacking it on the roof. He was a bit too big to fit through the entrance comfortably, but it was no bother, really. Setting down the vole dangling from his jaws, he peered into the darkness. "Rosepaw?"
Blinking her eyes open, Flame’kit noticed the sun had come up, signaling the fourth sunrise since she had been confined to the nursery. Stretching her leg out, she let a yawn escape her jaws. All the queens seem to still be asleep… so are the other kits… the kit thought to herself as she positioned herself upright. Guess I’ll play with my moss ball again…
Looking down for her ‘pillow’, Flamekit smiled and rolled it back up into a ball after it had been squished with Flamekit’s head’s weight. She then rolled it back and forth between her paws, trying to keep it from going outside the den on occasion.
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Crow (Purrks: Heightened Perception, Agatha Kitty, Hulk SMASH, Dreamwalker)
Ravenhawk
A flush of embarrassed heat spread across Mistheart's pelt as she was brushed off and pretty much scolded--Scolded!!! Like a kit!!!--by the older warrior as they turned their back to her. Opening her mouth in an attempt to answer with some sort of witty retort like her sisters were so capable of doing... Mistheart had nothing. Her grey jaws gently closed as Copperfire offered her that rather jaded piece of advice, before sitting down like a grumpy old fox.
But... The more that she mulled over his words (In a rather stunned silence, might she add. No one had ever spoken to her like that!) the more she felt rather sad for them. No wonder they were pulling their fur out if their head was full of thoughts like that! Even if she would be directly ignoring the older warrior's advice, she might be able to get him to smile at least.
Quickly turning back towards her collection, Mistheart's grey eyes scoured over the bits and bobs she had just thoroughly arranged. What would a rather stern and practical warrior appreciate?... Perhaps a feather! Even if the beauty of it didn't catch their eye, it would certainly add some comfort to their nest. She only had a few left, but after some careful deliberation Mistheart settled on a rather stunning looking red cardinal feather.
Delicately pulling it out from it's spot amongst her treasures, she straightened it out before taking a few pawsteps towards Copperfire.
"Well... regardless of whether you are looking to 'take advantage' of my kindness, I uh... I'd like you to have this. It matches your fur," she carefully stated before placing the feather on the back of his nest. "I like to have pretty things around me to help me relax, so... maybe this could help you as well."
Regardless of whether the tom was appreciative of her gift, Mistheart returned to her nest to readjust her collection now that she had removed a rather large piece.
Ashenkit was having a wonderfully marvelous time skipping around camp, but she wanted more fun. Maybe Coolstar would play with her! The tiny moon old bengal carried her prized mossball in her jaws, beaming with pleasure. Everything was cool and everything was nice and now she was going to go play. Toddling into the leaders den, and pooping down on her rump. It was sun high, but it didn't occur to her that Cindy might have something else to do today. "Cindy!!" This was the first time she had ever talked to someone important. Her second mom wanted to be leader. But Olivestar sounded weird, and when Ashenkit had told her that, she had gotten smacked right on her cheek. And it hurt, so maybe the truth wasn't something that should always be told. Anywho."Can we play? PLEASE?" She dropped the mossball, whining softly at the ache in her jaw. Ouchie.
But now Cindy was going to play with her, so it was all good!
Cinderstar
As the morning sun rose, so had the leader. She was beginning to make it a routine to stretch her legs for a walk around the forest, eyes and ears always searching for signs of those who had become lost to return to ThunderClan. Often times Cinderstar came upon a few of them, other days her walks proved fruitless in that venture. Nonetheless it was a good way to orient herself for a busy day.
Now back in her den, grooming a patch of fur along her shoulder (and pulling out a small thorn from her shoulder, ouch), Cinderstar heard the sound of tiny paw steps making their way into her den. Blue eyes shimmering with curiosity they lifted up to land on young Ashenkit. She purred at the sight of her with her mossball, turning so that her full attention was directed towards the youngster. "Hello Ashenkit," she greeted with a grin. Still not one used to nicknames, she figured she had Jaystride to thank for that - after all he along with one or two others were the only ones who shortened her name to things such as "Cindy" and "Cinds".
Taking notice of the small whine, a flash of concern registered onto her expression before she pushed it down. Something to figure out later. "Of course we can play. What game did you have in mind, little one?" She crouched down a bit so that she had her paws rested against the ground and half-holding her up, mainly so that she could be eye level with Ashenkit.
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Cinderstar
It had been worrying her for quite some time now, the dwindling prey pile. There was that, and also another matter that she wished to discuss with Sparrowflight. Not yet had she told Sundust or Rosepaw - perhaps getting the advice of a cat who'd had the same training as her growing up would help quell some of the worries she faced with it.
Stepping to the edge of her den, Cinderstar swept her blue gaze around camp in hopes of locating the familiar cream pelt of her deputy. They hadn't really spoken since the meeting where they were both named as the Clans high ranks, and frankly outside of that she missed her friend.
"Sparrowflight, good morning! Do you have a moment?" called the silver bengal, offering a dip of her head and a greeting smile as she caught sight of the ThunderClan deputy.
Squeezing her way in through the camp entrance with a rather large quail atop her back and another dragging beside her in her jaws, Sparrowflight happily plodded her way over to the freshkill pile with her catches. This would certainly feed quite a few cats. Perhaps the nursery could claim one of them for themselves to just let the kits go nuts.
Chuckling at the mental image that summoned, the deputy laid both chubby birds next to the general pile with a brief glance to the size of their stockpile. There wasn't much in the way of freshkill... Perhaps she'd need to go out once more to top it off further.
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Im taking you up on the leaders den rp and I’m really sorry I’m posting this as you literally just replied- I know it’s the worst timing- You can just wait to reply to this when you reply to others next-
Heartkit
:Small,Fluffy,Golden Cat with Grey Scarred Paws,Grey Paws:
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Hail padded into the bengals den. It’s mind was wondering these days and needed someone to talk too or be given something to do,not just playing in the nursery all day. Heartkit spoke a bit quiet because leaders and deputies are freaking scary! They ruled the clans and even in the warrior code they were above it! “Leaders Word is law” the words struck a cord in Heartkit? Even since it was against the warrior code to be half blooded that hadn’t stopped Her father from having kits with an outsider and just dropping them off in Thunderclan and dying in battle.
“Cinderstar? Ma’am? I have a question to ask you if you aren’t too busy with uh leader things-… I want to know your thoughts on half-clan cats-” the question was one on their mind for a while- what if Cinderstar made a rule to exile him and his siblings? It felt bad…being half clan cat. Heartkit knew what his father did was wrong and went against the warrior code but could Cinderstar or Sparrow flight exile her? In the warrior code it said that “ No warrior may neglect a kit in pain or in danger, even if that kit is from a different Clan.” so would Heartkit being exiled break that rule.
Heartkit wanted to scream! Scream to get an answer from her! But they didn’t,Fae kept glowself under control,Heartkit swiftly wiped the forming tears in faes eyes. Star felt terrible,How were hails clan mates? What did they thinks about there being half calm kits? Did they think He was a traitor? A disgusting joke of a future-warrior? She needed answers,and now.
The golden cat sniffed slightly as the sun poured into the leaders den. If Cinderstar were to come out right now Heartkit would see the bengals real form as she was just a speck in the den to him.
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Cinderstar
It had been worrying her for quite some time now, the dwindling prey pile. There was that, and also another matter that she wished to discuss with Sparrowflight. Not yet had she told Sundust or Rosepaw - perhaps getting the advice of a cat who'd had the same training as her growing up would help quell some of the worries she faced with it.
Stepping to the edge of her den, Cinderstar swept her blue gaze around camp in hopes of locating the familiar cream pelt of her deputy. They hadn't really spoken since the meeting where they were both named as the Clans high ranks, and frankly outside of that she missed her friend.
"Sparrowflight, good morning! Do you have a moment?" called the silver bengal, offering a dip of her head and a greeting smile as she caught sight of the ThunderClan deputy.
It seemed she had hardly stepped away from the quails she had dropped off when a familiar voice called out to her across the clearing. Ears perked up as she turned to face Cinderstar, before her paws kicked up into gear and carried her swiftly over to the leader's den.
"Good morning Cinderstar! What can I do for you?" she replied, dipping her head in greeting and returning the smile as she approached. "You have impeccable timing, I was about to run back off into the woods; hunting is a much better pastime than being stuck in a nest."
Giving a small chuckle, Sparrowflight glanced about before returning her gaze to the grey bengal in front of her. Had she forgotten any duties? Oh stars, she had meant to speak with Cinderstar about the cats skipping patrol. Perhaps that's what this was about.
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[Reporting! Sorry it took so long.]
She was glad the others had shown up, but continued on at a quick pace, expecting them to be able to catch up on their own. Soon enough, the wad of cobwebs on her stick was starting to fall apart, deciding that it was time to head back. She nodded at the others before turning back to camp. Leading the way up to camp, Foxpaw grinned her teeth together. She may have been satisfied that the other two had reappeared, but they were barely on time. Leaning towards late. She would be reporting. Hopefully, it would make her seem responsible.
Thinking back, hadn’t Sparrowflight said something before she showed up? She had caught the edge of a sentence mentioning Pineleap and some other cats. Did that mean she had been momentarily replaced? That wouldn’t do. Reporting was definitely what she was doing now. Engaging and taking the step forward. “Hello, Sparrowflight. We’re back.” She gestured with a paw to the pile of web covered stick she had abandoned by the medicine den. “Apologies for taking so long. We’ll do better next time.” Better to keep it brief and proper.
>> Icicleripple she/they - blue-grey molly with tabby markings and green eyes
Oh. That actually went better than expected,, considering that still .. . missing a patrol completly was a big deal in the sense of duties. And especially since she had returned not too long ago-- proving herself was something even a sparrow could see the need to do. Just redoing the job seemed on the slight side of things all points considered, as it was what she should have been back with the medical plants originally.
"Thank you.. ,,. yes of course!- I can sniff around later as well to gather more plants in addition to what we can hopefully find. There's a spot along the bank of Sunkissed Creek that's good for marigold." Actually though, she did overuse that spot a lot for the growing of the golden colored flowers. Perhaps searching for another area where they were abundant would be of use. (another thing to add to the mental list) Hopefully this time around, Icicleripple wouldn't procrastinate on it or stop in her tracks half way through.
"I'd uh.. if it's good with you of course-- like to get onto it now.., I have
vague idea of a place to stop quickly grab some cobwebs as well.., and seriously.. I promise it won't happen again. I'm going to be trying harder,,- " and now, it was time for her own green eyes to look up from the ground and give a slight smile of gratitude.
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