"Honeyfreckle!" Fallownose called as he sat at the base of the Breezerock. Only one cat needed to be punished this time, which was much better than last time. Still, it was disappointing that it was a warrior who hadn't reported to him rather than an apprentice forgetting or slacking off. They were supposed to be more responsible.
Was Weedkit now torturing her by making her say it? That Friend Patchkit either abandoned her or was gotten rid of by her clanmates? Goldenkit hates this game, she wants to play a new one!
“I don’t know, okay?” she kept her growl away, but still has a tiny bit of toxicity at the edge of the ginger kit’s voice.
He flinched away slightly at the kit's harsh tone. He soon came to realize that Goldenkit was quite upset, and so he decided it would be best to change the subject.
``Well- how are you doing today?``
Perhaps making polite conversation was a better route to take- maybe not. He'd give it a try either way.
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Blue, almond shaped eyes were wide with wonder as a single, delicate paw prodded the new, interesting discovery Lightningkit had just made. Playing alone close to her family's nest, something had been drifted from... somewhere. She was unsure if it had come from one of the other queens' nests or from outside, but she preferred to imagine it had been the latter. It was a strange, soft object she had never seen before, pricking her ears with interest as she continuously pawed at it, trying to make sense of it. A giggle escaped her every time her paw brushed against it, relishing in how soft it was.
At this point, Lightningkit had seen a leaf. Sometimes apprentices who were bringing in new bedding had leaves clinging to the moss. This particular curiosity reminded her of a leaf in a way... like a leaf made out of... fur? No. That wasn't quite right, but it was the closest she could come to making sense of it in her young mind.
This thought both annoyed and fascinated her. There was something she did not know. She prided herself in always asking the right questions... and a lot of them. Lightningkit knew of things that most kits her age hadn't even begun to wonder about yet, or so she thought. Something this simple stumping her was frustrating her and her pride in her knowledge.
At the same time, she knew nothing about this strange object. A wonderful new discovery to keep her mind busy, new thoughts pouring through her like a cascade, immensely interested despite how calm she seemed. This was something new to ask her mother when she showed up. Or, she supposed Hawknight... if the tom dignified himself with showing up for something other than talking to Raykit. She almost rolled her eyes at the thought of the mostly white warrior before shaking her head, clearing herself of such useless thoughts.
That was right. There was absolutely no reason to think about pointless toms who simply showed up to impose themselves upon her family every now and then. Although, the thought of him made her think about her uncle, Squirrelear. The calico cheered up visibly at this, a small purr escaping her. Perhaps if this tom with the funny ears showed up she could ask him what this fabulous new thing was, as well! In the meantime, however, she would safekeep it. Patting it down, Lightningkit lay close to it, making sure to pin it down safely to the ground with her paw to ensure it would not run away in the breeze as fast as it had arrived.
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Squirrelear wandered into the nursery, scanning the den as he entered. He'd promised to himself and Gingerheart to check in on his sister's litter whenever he could, and now seemed like a perfect time for that. Granted, the only one of her kits he knew much about was Lightningkit, given her attempt to find him when so young, but that left an amused image in Squirrelear's head, and an impression on him as well.
Speaking of, his previously mentioned niece was playing close to the nest Gingerheart and her litter resided in, looking very determined and a tad confused, with something trapped under her paws. Had something happened? Curious, Squirrelear approached his niece, quietly so she wouldn't notice him, and followed her gaze to a... Feather? Was she... Hunting a feather? Collecting them? Using them to decorate the nest? Admiring it? What was going on???
"Whatcha looking at?" Squirrelear finally spoke after being silent for so long, ducking his head so his chin nearly rested on Lightningkit's head. Granted, she was much smaller, so he couldn't reach unless he laid down, but oh well. Perhaps he gavr her a scare, too, or maybd not. But he was more curious about the feather than anything.
The calico's focus was solely on studying this strange, fuzzy leaf she securely held in her paws. What tree could possibly have fuzzy leaves like this? Granted, the kit had never seen a tree, but with her mother's descriptions alongside the leaves and twigs that made their way to the nursery, Lightningkit had a pretty vivid image of what a tree looked like, fueled towards the exaggerated in her usual, overly imaginative fashion. But never in her whole moon of life had she ever imagined something as strange as a fuzzy tree. Wait. Did this mean the entire tree was fuzzy like this leaf? If so, could she find fuzzy twigs to go alongside this leaf? Or were the leaves the only odd part of said tree? Her mind dabbling on more and more ridiculous images of what such flora would look like, Lightningkit completely ignored her surroundings, unaware of the tom hovering over her until he spoke.
A leap of surprise being her response to the unexpected voice, her precious leaf fluttered briefly away. Reflexes uncannily high for one so young, she instantly pounced on it again, turning around with an annoyed scowl to whoever had made her almost lose her odd new toy... er... findings. The scowl melted away as soon as her gaze landed on the tom, her nose twitching in recognition at the familiar scent. Her mother had explained - once Lightningkit had left her a moment to squeeze in a few words among her incessant questioning - that the scent belonged to her uncle, Squirrelear. It was clear how much Gingerheart loved Uncle Squirrelear, so Lightningkit had instantly grown attached to the scent. And now here he was! Right in front of her, visiting!
"Uncle Squirrelear! You're here, you're here!" the young calico squeaked. A happy little purr escaped Lightningkit as she picked up the strange leaf with her mouth. Lifting herself on two legs awkwardly, she placed her two forepaws on her uncle's muzzle before tapping her nose to his in greeting. "Are you here to visit momma? She's not here. But I am! I can keep you company! Oh oh, and blegh-" she began, fuzzy leaf still in her mouth. After a moment's talking, she spat it out, realizing it seemed to change its texture when wet. "I found this fuzzy leaf! Do you know what tree has fuzzy leaves? Is it an all fuzzy tree? Oh oh! Does it walk around like a badger? Does it stalk around and eat monsters? Or is it in league with the monsters, bringing crow food back to life to eat kits?" Lightningkit continued in a fast paced, high pitched voice, excitement clear as her eyes shone, each question becoming more outlandish than the next as her imagination began running wild.
The calico's focus was solely on studying this strange, fuzzy leaf she securely held in her paws. What tree could possibly have fuzzy leaves like this? Granted, the kit had never seen a tree, but with her mother's descriptions alongside the leaves and twigs that made their way to the nursery, Lightningkit had a pretty vivid image of what a tree looked like, fueled towards the exaggerated in her usual, overly imaginative fashion. But never in her whole moon of life had she ever imagined something as strange as a fuzzy tree. Wait. Did this mean the entire tree was fuzzy like this leaf? If so, could she find fuzzy twigs to go alongside this leaf? Or were the leaves the only odd part of said tree? Her mind dabbling on more and more ridiculous images of what such flora would look like, Lightningkit completely ignored her surroundings, unaware of the tom hovering over her until he spoke.
A leap of surprise being her response to the unexpected voice, her precious leaf fluttered briefly away. Reflexes uncannily high for one so young, she instantly pounced on it again, turning around with an annoyed scowl to whoever had made her almost lose her odd new toy... er... findings. The scowl melted away as soon as her gaze landed on the tom, her nose twitching in recognition at the familiar scent. Her mother had explained - once Lightningkit had left her a moment to squeeze in a few words among her incessant questioning - that the scent belonged to her uncle, Squirrelear. It was clear how much Gingerheart loved Uncle Squirrelear, so Lightningkit had instantly grown attached to the scent. And now here he was! Right in front of her, visiting!
"Uncle Squirrelear! You're here, you're here!" the young calico squeaked. A happy little purr escaped Lightningkit as she picked up the strange leaf with her mouth. Lifting herself on two legs awkwardly, she placed her two forepaws on her uncle's muzzle before tapping her nose to his in greeting. "Are you here to visit momma? She's not here. But I am! I can keep you company! Oh oh, and blegh-" she began, fuzzy leaf still in her mouth. After a moment's talking, she spat it out, realizing it seemed to change its texture when wet. "I found this fuzzy leaf! Do you know what tree has fuzzy leaves? Is it an all fuzzy tree? Oh oh! Does it walk around like a badger? Does it stalk around and eat monsters? Or is it in league with the monsters, bringing crow food back to life to eat kits?" Lightningkit continued in a fast paced, high pitched voice, excitement clear as her eyes shone, each question becoming more outlandish than the next as her imagination began running wild.
Squirrelear wasn't able to resist smiling at Lightningkit's eagerness, and he almost laughed when she placed her paws on his muzzle and rubbed his nose with hers. She was as adorable as when he first met her! Ah, Gingerheart wasn't here? Well, perhaps she went on a walk or was busy. Then he'd keep an eye on Lightningkit for her and make sure his niece didn't get in trouble. Couldn't be too hard... But where were her siblings?
Before he could get a word in, though, his niece quickly bombarded him with questions, briefly interrupting herself to spit out the feather in her mouth bsfore continue her flood of questioning. Squirrelear blinked, his tufted ears twitching as his brain slowly processed the words Lightningkit was shooting at him at, well... Lightning speeds. Fuzzy... Trees? Walks like a badger? Stalk and eat monsters?? Bring crowfood to life to eat kits???
After a moment of silence as he processed this, the russet tabby eventually sorted through the questions, and soon came to an answer to them. They were a lot of questions... How did Gingerheart and Hawknight manage it???
"Uh, well... That's not a fuzzy leaf. That's a feather, which is part of a bird that covers it's body," Squirrelear explained slowly, curling his tail around his dark paws. "No, it doesn't come from trees, or walk, or eat monsters, or bring crowfood back to life to eat kits, it just... Covers a bird and helps it fly. They can also be used to make nests soft... Surely there's some in your family nest too, right?"
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“Oh I just wanted to say that I—I really like you…” she mumbled. “I- I mean—“ Heatherleaf felt like it was the time. But what would she do if Roseskip rejected her? She had been rejected once already. But maybe— maybe she never truly liked Hawknight. Roseskip was different.
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Scalepaw had been trying to remember his memories but it could never work, only memory could be remember, a memory of him sitting in the corner of the nursery, the tom felt like doing that but decided not to as where he was at was a good place his fur almost blended into the shade and his eyes could be seen" how can i trust?" he asked as he trusting issues like he use to when he was little
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He flinched away slightly at the kit's harsh tone. He soon came to realize that Goldenkit was quite upset, and so he decided it would be best to change the subject.
``Well- how are you doing today?``
Perhaps making polite conversation was a better route to take- maybe not. He'd give it a try either way.
“I’m…not doing good,” Goldenkit mewed with a now-softened. Her eyes closed as she pondered why Weedkit was being nice to her.
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.
Wolffang padded into the WindClan camp. The sand shifted beneath his broad, sturdy paws, and the familiar sounds and scents hit him like a stone wall. It felt so good to be home... but a part of it felt weird, too. As a kit, he'd been taught that cats who died remained dead unless they were leaders with nine lives. Then he'd seen many cats coming back from the dead. Skyleaf, Fernpaw... and they weren't the only ones. Now him. StarClan had told him that he had a greater purpose in this Clan, that it hadn't been his time to die. He was forever grateful to them for sending him back - many other cats didn't get that opportunity. But he wouldn't let that get into his head. As a young cat, he would've thought he was special or immortal; and yes, being given life again was a very special thing. Now Wolffang recognized the fragileness of life - and how he would be willing to die for his Clan many times over. That didn't mean he wanted to die, of course. It just meant that he wanted to do everything he could for his Clan.
But he knew that his death had caused a lot of heartache. The memory of Leopardsong staring down at him, her beautiful copper eyes swimming with tears and an immense look of pain on her face. Then there had been Fernpaw, pressing against him and desperately trying to stop the bleeding before giving up. Skyleaf's tears... He had already met with her, though, and the large gray tom was glad that she had been one of the cats to find him. Lioncloud desperately apologizing for her featherbrained actions... Wolffang still didn't entirely forgive her after all of her faults. Twilightstar's respectful goodbye... And everything else. It swam through him, all of the hurt and pain and desperation of the cats around him. Coming back would be a difficult thing. Some cats would be happy, but at the same time, what kind of strong conflicted feelings would they have to cope with? They thought he had died, and now he'd been sent back. And it wasn't like he'd been a perfect cat.
Wolffang took a deep breath, letting it fill his lungs, then allowed it to come out in a rush of air. Yes, he hadn't been perfect. But he'd grown and improved and changed so much, and that was what mattered. It was okay if cats still didn't like them. He felt a familiar twinge of an upset feeling he couldn't describe, but he pushed it back. He had gone through a mental Dark Forest to improve, but he didn't blame some of his Clanmates for being upset about the things he'd said, done, and believed in the past. He wouldn't judge them for it, either. He squared his broad shoulders and turned toward Twilightstar's den. The dappled gray tom knew he'd be welcomed back, but he wanted to speak to Twilightstar first and alert her of his presence in the Clan. Afterward, he'd find Leopardsong and speak with her. Then he'd find his other Clanmates - friends - and speak with them, too. There was a lot he needed to do before he got a chance to rest.
Wolffang slid into Twilightstar's den, his large, sturdy figure filling the entrance. His missing ear allowed light to filter in where it would have usually blocked it. He padded inside. If he still had a tail-tip, it would've twitched nervously. StarClan left me with the scars as if I'd survived the attack. He understood and embraced that. The dog attack was a part of his life, and so was the bitter yet liberating interaction with his estranged family. Wolffang was completely prepared to move forward with everything that he'd learned and serve WindClan with everything he had. But he had missed a lot. He'd been gone for more than four moons, and Leechpaw had become a warrior - Leechscar. Wolffang had never liked Leechfang much, but he wished he'd been there to see him through his training and perhaps teach him a bit of respect. He held some respect for his former apprentice, too. Maybe one day, I'll have a chance to train an apprentice all the way to their warriorhood, he thought bitterly. He also had a feeling that his reunion with Leechfang wasn't going to be pleasant.
Enough of that. The next moon or so would be difficult, but Wolffang would get through it and settle back into Clan life. He fixed his bright yellow gaze on Twilightstar. She looked pretty old, older than her moons, and tired. Being a leader was a difficult job. Wolffang would not have been able to handle it. Now, he would've stood a better chance... but he felt like he fared better as a warrior, perhaps a deputy if he ever obtained the rank again, which he doubted. His moons in the position had taught him what a tough job it was - and it had taught him many other things, too.
"Twilightstar, I'm back," Wolffang meowed. It was a blunt statement, but it was difficult to figure out where to start. He took another deep breath and began again. "StarClan told me that it was not my time to die and sent me back. I know I've missed a lot, but Fallownose filled me in when he and his patrol found me. I apologize for being gone for so long - it felt like I was only in the afterlife for an hour or two at most. But now that I'm back, I swear I'll do everything to serve and protect my Clan." He paused for a moment, then added, "I won't let you down again. I'm much better than I was before." And that was true. Despite how necessary the emotional turmoil had been, Wolffang would never forgive himself for being so absent at a time when he should've been present for his Clan. In fact, he should've been there for them all the time. But that was the past, and he was going to do everything in his power to move forward and be the best warrior he could be.
@Moonraven (I figured he should have an interaction with Twilightstar despite speaking with Fallownose! Also, just so you know, his scars consist of his missing ear and tail-tip, along with many other scarred bite marks. His fur helps to hide them, but they're still noticeable, especially in close proximity.)
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Leopardsong huffed silently as she took to lying down atop her empty nest. Another apprentice vanished, at this rate, she'll never see an apprentice to warriorhood and hadn't the faintest clue why. She had gotten better over the moons, and Leechscar had been a big help there, her grief was finally over so she wanted to get back into the role of a warrior, having a third apprentice go missing wasn't the best start.
Dreamlight ears lifted as she heard the sound of paws drawing near, she tensed as she always did, but relaxed when the cat moved passed her and laid down. The molly was unable to sleep, unable to hunt, and was barely functioning as it was. Dreamlight curled in on herself and shut her eyes, trying to think of anything but the black-and-white threat that loomed over her even in slumber.
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Also, just so you know, his scars consist of his missing ear and tail-tip, along with many other scarred bite marks. His fur helps to hide them, but they're still noticeable, especially in close proximity.)
