Weedkit waved his slim tail merrily, alarming smile still upon his face. He padded right up to the she-cat and spoke in his young British accent.
``Hello. I noticed that you looked awfully frightened of something, so I came over to check on you! Oh- I'm Weedkit by the way. Who are you?``
He said all of this at quite an alarming rate, which was odd. He was normally a very timid cat, and yet here he was talking this poor kit's ear off.
Goldenkit wanted to tell Den-mate Weedkit to stop talking before her ears fell off, but her polite nature and the memories of a kind Flurrywind forced the ginger kit to accept it. Why did Weedkit forget who Goldenkit was? Was he trying to torture her of being a kit with no one to remember her? She played along however; she will play along till her escape. “I-I’m Goldenkit. I’m alirhgt, is just that I miss Friend Patchkit.”
Char Site updated (10/11/22), added Blazingpaw and Goldenkit!
During most or few roleplays, I will do a flashback that was conjured in my characters' thoughts. Please do not respond to the flashback unless you have the power to read minds or smth.
Stoneheart was sitting in the clearing, trying to groom himself. He was ignoring the chatter around him, just sitting.
[Open]
I know that one's short but just a starter i guess]
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"If you don't have it, you'll never do what needs to be done to change."
Massive paws pounded up and down the WindClan's camp clearing, mismatched ears flattened against the tom's broad head as unusually angry, restless eyes marred his normally gentle demeanor. He'd had such an amazing outing with Squirrelear. He'd learned to hunt proper, been taught battle moves, and then had come back home with vole in maw to show off to Deadmoon. His mentor. Who... was nowhere to be found.
Snowypaw had stayed by the camp's entrance, eagerly awaiting her return until dawn the next day, when with a sinking feeling in his gut he realized the pale brown molly was not coming back. This had been a fair few days ago, and the agitation, desperation, and despair in his heart had grown stronger with each passing moment. Without a mentor, he'd been once more relegated to camp tasks and training what Squirrelear had taught him during his free time, only to go back to pacing and praying that Deadmoon would return safe come nightfall. She hadn't yet... but he'd be there. He would be waiting for her. Welcome her with stern words for disappearing if she was alright - he wouldn't, but he could fool himself for now - or drag her to Cowpaw's den if she was hurt.
Anything and everything crossed his mind as to what kind of scenario would have kept her away. Anything except her death. No. Snowypaw wouldn't go there. He couldn't. His heart simply could not handle that much for now.
A hiss escaped the apprentice as a sharp pain stabbed at his paw. Lifting it up, he noticed the pad had been walked raw, blood leaking through sand encrusted skin. A tsk escaped him as he lashed out his tail in anger. The massive apprentice knew better than to keep pacing like this. Looking around the camp for a place to sit down, his gaze landed on Scalepaw, looking every bit as gloomy and lost as he felt.
Despite his bitterness, Snowypaw's eyes couldn't help but soften with concern at his denmate. He'd heard rumors about the gray tom's condition and his fleeting memory. The gentle giant couldn't even begin to imagine how hard it must be to be so surrounded by friends and family yet have them be nothing more than strangers. Deciding his time would be better spent giving Scalepaw some company over brooding over his own worries, the mostly white furred apprentice limped slightly towards his denmate. Saying nothing, he sat down, dipping his head in his usual, silent greeting before lifting his paw and giving it a careful swipe with his tongue, wincing as he cleaned the wounded pad free of sand.
She looked up at RabbitTail and started to get up.
"Hm, oh alright." She meowed, getting up off her nest and stretching. Her long legs extended as she stepped out of her nest and sat on the cold, dusty ground.
Her tail flicked, signaling for any of her kits that were still in the nest to come out of the warm, mossy bed. Her tail whipped gently from side to side as she counted her kits again. [I]1, 2, 3, 4, 5[/I ] She double-checked this time, after all, she was a bit hazy after her nap. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, she counted again and again until she was 101% sure she had all her jubilant kits gathered up in the nursery. She blinked away her sleepiness and began grooming her tortoiseshell fur, a simple, quick cleaning. Nothing more than to get the dust from her coat. Her ears flicked as she wondered what it would be like to be an apprentice at the same time as her kits. How odd. I mean, she already knew the whole StarClan warrior code thing. She examined the den, the sunlight cracking through the small holes, the lavenders growing at the very sides of the den. A few dead branches and other beautiful plants were scattered around the large den. She looked at all the queens with their kits. She envied them, she knew most of them still probably had their mate around. She glanced at her fatherless kits, playing and squealing. She smiled, Your father would have loved you. She thought sadly. That wretched fox... that fox took away a loving father from my kits. She sighed and licked her paw.
"Tsk" She muttered to herself, too soft for any cat to hear "I miss you.." Her voice faded off as she heard a crunch from outside the den. Noticing it was only a little beetle and sighed and looked at her kittens, counting them again. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 She thought and sighed once more.
Scalepaw sighed sadly as he felt lonely but forgotten he had friends... the tom swished his tail while feeling bad he couldn't remember a single bit he had already forgotten what fallownose said... as a tom came over to him and sitting next to him Scalepaw let out a sad sigh, the male tom covered his back leg with his tail not wanting anyone to see it he didn't make a sound nor a peep
lilyheart became concerned then looked at snowypaw hoping he could help scalepaw
@Alchemist Kitsune
Remaining quiet as he finished dealing with his injured paw, he idly wondered if he should go to the medicine cat's den to have it looked at. As Snowypaw gave the massive paw one last swipe with his tongue, he turned it around and looked at it. Still stinging with a mild, burning pain, he decided against it. It didn't look too bad now that it was properly cleaned up, and Cowpaw probably had more important things to deal with than a mentorless apprentice whose worth could be measured in crow food. Instead he settled for placing his paw down, maybe taking it easy on the pacing for the next couple of days. He could always just sit in front of the camp entrance during his free time while he waited for his mentor's return.
A soft sigh escaped the gentle giant at this thought, his heart refusing to give up hope while his brain kept telling him how futile said hope was. Opting to ignore both, he turned a discreet side eye towards Scalepaw, noticing how silent the apprentice had remained since he had arrived. As far as Snowypaw was concerned, there was nothing wrong with a warm, companionable silence. In fact, he often preferred it, choosing to show his emotions with friendly headbutts or amicable licks. Plus, he was a much better listener as far as he was concerned. He never did have much of import or interest to say in any case.
Yes, silence was best. Unless his companion had the lost, lonely look Scalepaw was currently sporting, discomfort clear in the tom's tense posture. Snowypaw had noticed the gray apprentice's movements, his covering of his hind leg with his tail. Not wanting to bring it up, preferring to not cause any sort of further discomfort on his denmate, the patched tom turned his face skyward. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, the stars making themselves known as they shined down upon them, almost warming the chilly air residing in the camp.
"Have you... have you been settling in alright?" Snowypaw finally asked in a soft voice, barely louder than the breeze as he kept his eyes to the stars.
Goldenkit wanted to tell Den-mate Weedkit to stop talking before her ears fell off, but her polite nature and the memories of a kind Flurrywind forced the ginger kit to accept it. Why did Weedkit forget who Goldenkit was? Was he trying to torture her of being a kit with no one to remember her? She played along however; she will play along till her escape. “I-I’m Goldenkit. I’m alirhgt, is just that I miss Friend Patchkit.”
Weedkit hesitated before his response- the way this cat referred to others was odd- Friend Patchkit? He pushed the thought to the back of his mind.
``Well- it's nice to meet you, Goldenkit. How come your friend Patchkit isn't here?``
He tilted his head, honestly curious. He hoped he wasn't getting too personal with the she-cat.
She looked up at RabbitTail and started to get up.
"Hm, oh alright." She meowed, getting up off her nest and stretching. Her long legs extended as she stepped out of her nest and sat on the cold, dusty ground.
Her tail flicked, signaling for any of her kits that were still in the nest to come out of the warm, mossy bed. Her tail whipped gently from side to side as she counted her kits again. [I]1, 2, 3, 4, 5[/I ] She double-checked this time, after all, she was a bit hazy after her nap. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, she counted again and again until she was 101% sure she had all her jubilant kits gathered up in the nursery. She blinked away her sleepiness and began grooming her tortoiseshell fur, a simple, quick cleaning. Nothing more than to get the dust from her coat. Her ears flicked as she wondered what it would be like to be an apprentice at the same time as her kits. How odd. I mean, she already knew the whole StarClan warrior code thing. She examined the den, the sunlight cracking through the small holes, the lavenders growing at the very sides of the den. A few dead branches and other beautiful plants were scattered around the large den. She looked at all the queens with their kits. She envied them, she knew most of them still probably had their mate around. She glanced at her fatherless kits, playing and squealing. She smiled, Your father would have loved you. She thought sadly. That wretched fox... that fox took away a loving father from my kits. She sighed and licked her paw.
"Tsk" She muttered to herself, too soft for any cat to hear "I miss you.." Her voice faded off as she heard a crunch from outside the den. Noticing it was only a little beetle and sighed and looked at her kittens, counting them again. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 She thought and sighed once more.
Lavenderkit saw his mother looked sad, and envious in a way, he stumbled towards his mother, “Hi mama!” said lavenderkit, “Why do you look sad?” he asked his mom
Stoneheart was sitting in the clearing, trying to groom himself. He was ignoring the chatter around him, just sitting.
[Open]
I know that one's short but just a starter i guess]
Flashmask padded over to Stoneheart, a mouse in their jaws, and dropped it at Stoneheart's paws. They sat, tail curled around their front paws, and flicked an ear at Stoneheart. "You looked hungry," they mewed, almost apologetically. "I haven't hunted yet today, so here."
Foxheart looked up not expecting somebody to join her yes please, if it’s ok with you she knew that he had offered first but she wasn’t sure if she should take it. She didn’t want to be a burden and didn’t want cats to offer her things just because she was expecting even if they didn’t like her very much. Which she wouldn’t blame them, they had a lot of reason to look down on her. But she pushed that aside and tried to accept this cats gift and hoped that he actually wanted to be in her presents. Of course you can sit here. I can move if you would like? I didn’t want to take up a good spot she was being rather submissive but she didn’t care. She was scared of breaking the very thin ice she was walking in both emotionally and with twilightstar and the clan.
The tall tan tom had an amused gleam in his green eyes, "You got me." He raised his paw to cover his eyes in embellished shame. "And here I was hoping you wouldn't see through my plan to distract you with a rabbit while I take the good spot." He emphasized sarcastically. "The camp gossip must be right you arrreee clever as a fox." He grinned as folded himself down upon the earth to the left of Foxheart. He hoped he was keeping things lighthearted, and easing some of the tension from the black and white molly. Beetleblaze pushed the rabbit closer to her, "Its yours." He gave an encouraging nod as he spoke to let her know he really did want her to have it.
Re: WindClan Nursery
I see you there~
