Peaceful cold chilly day just great how the she-cat hated the cold ever since she was a small kit The molly sighed as she slept then turning her body towards the entrance of the den the molly eyes opened*I hate leaf-bare* she thought
the mollies tail curled onto her paw lightly and graceful her eyes gazed at the den entrance sometimes wishing she was a warrior but the She-cat shook her head as she knew that the queen life fits her
As the she-cat groomed her soft pelt her eyes somehow laid onto the nursery corner a kit was laying their her eyes became curious but she hesitated to approach as some kits prefer to be alone a sigh escaped her and the molly laid her head back onto her paws after grooming her tail swished softly and quiet poor little twistedkit having personal troubles between her mother the molly couldn't help to feel sad for little twistedkit the molly turned her head silently thinking about twistedkit wondering if twistedkit is ok
her eye laid on the young kit again wanting to go over to her so badly but she refrained herself and kept her distance her eyes turned away and closed as she didn't want to make the kit uncomfortable the molly just continued to think about twistedkit and then back to the cold leaf-bare her head repeated the words she thought of non stop until the molly thought of words that were more cheerful
[ GOODNESS GRACIOUS!!!! this is the longest roleplay reply i have ever done ] @TheNyanCatMinecart
Last edited by *longfire*; December 28th, 2022 at 11:51 AM.
dewkit
they/them
windclan
black with white underbelly and chest, yellow eyes
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A flash of horror swept through Dewkit, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. They dropped their stick, peering at their comrade. It was obvious that Lightningkit was playing, and her giggles didn't do much to help her act. Dewkit's smile wormed its way onto their face, though they forced it back down to look serious for the game. Their deputy had just died, after all. The kit drew in a breath, mustering up strength for their big role, their big line. "Noooo!" they cried out, crouching down by Lightningkit. The kit caught the look of approval and held it close to their heart, cherishing it. Hopefully, they wouldn't forget this game. It had been too exciting to be lost to the winds of time.
Dewkit fake-sniffled. They supposed they should say a few words about their lost deputy. A parting speech. The kit absently wondered if Yawnstar would act so upset. Surely that would be too kind? Dewkit decided to correct their behavior accordingly. "My loyal deputy. Sleepyclaw, you gave, um, life to end kindness. Yawnclan thanks you," Dewkit said with a final nod, setting their words into stone. An imaginary stone with imaginary words. The kit decided that they wouldn't want to live in an unkind clan. It was too difficult to not say something kind about Lightningkit's performance.
Sitting up for a fake vigil, Dewkit wondered how they'd come from a tired kit to a kit pretending to mourn the loss of their deputy. It had started with yawning. The kit blinked their yellow eyes down at the body of their playing dead companion, glad that she had come over to yell at them for yawning. Well, not yell, but more of a friendly scolding or teasing between young peers. They caught sight of Lightningkit's face and her goofy tongue and snickered. Dewkit had never seen a dead cat, but they doubted that was how one would look when their spirit joined the stars.
Wormbite? Irispaw peered at Swiftheart. That was a RiverClan warrior.
"You mean Spiderbite," she corrected the warrior in a whisper. Irispaw glanced at Fallownose and waited anxiously for his reaction. They better not be late.
Allowing Yawnstar some time to mourn for their fallen deputy, Lightningkit remained in her position, playing dead until she heard Dewkit's snicker. Eyes opening mischievously, the calico kit turned her head towards Dewkit with her tongue still sticking out, this time directed at the black and white kit. Getting up with an impressive level of speed and coordination for someone who had just been feigning death with their tongue sticking skyward, the young molly gave her friend an excited look over, her tail lashing happily. "That was awesome! It's gonna be tough beating that one, chief. Doesn't matter. That's half the- half the-"
A wide, open mouthed yawn escaped Lightningkit once more, the adrenaline playtime had provided quickly ebbing away, shooed by the ever present weariness the Abyssinian mix carried on a daily basis. "Half the fun," she finally finished, licking her whiskers with a modicum of sheepishness at seeming so vulnerable. Turning her head towards her family's nest, seeing her mother curled up in it and fast asleep by now, the spotted kit knew it was time to go to bed... but she was having so much fun. Glancing back at Dewkit, she twitched her tail towards her nest in invitation. "You know, there's plenty of room in my family's nest if you wanna join us, Yawnster," she mewed, a cheeky half grin escaping her as she teased her friend, the nickname escaping her before she had realized it had been formed.
Smile turning more sincere, the calico molly stood besides her friend before bumping her shoulder playfully against theirs. She knew Dewkit must have been somewhat sleepy as well, their entire conversation having started over how infectious their yawns had been. Lightningkit was certain Gingerheart would be more than happy to have company at their nest - especially seeing as how it felt empty with three bodies missing from it for moons now - and that could mean shenanigans before sleep, or at the first light of dawn! "What ya say, chief? We could start plotting out next adventure until we fall asleep! Ya want in?" Lightningkit asked, blue eyes hopeful as she beamed at her new friend.
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@val
// Thought it would be cute to wrap this one up soon with the two of them finishing the glorious adventures of YawnClan, the unkindest of clans. \\
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Lightningstorm is WindClan's current medicine cat.
She has a semi-closed den policy.
Butterflykit walked into camp with CoyoteEar for the first time in 7 moons. Her legs shook and CoyoteEar ran off to talk to others. Butterflykit saw a cat and approached them. “Hi!” She said, speaking clearly yet you could see she was trembling terribly under fluffy white coat. “ButterflyKit, 11 moons and she/her pronouns!” She stated introducing herself. She tried to see if she remembered this cat from before she left ‘No…not getting anything!’ She thought and sat and smiled, politely but still trembling.
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Hiya! Call me Birdie!
Hope you’re having a good day/night!
My OCs:
THC: SoftRipple
SHC: N/A
WC: CoyoteEar, ButterflyKit/Paw
RC: RosemaryKit/Paw
Others: Thistle
Alt: JasminePaw (Flareclan)
dewkit
they/them
windclan
black with white underbelly and chest, yellow eyes
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Dewkit's eyes twinkled with amusement when Lightningkit yawned. No, this was full circle. And they did agree. Playing with Lightningkit was different; it felt like something more exhilarating than simple play. And as the molly looked toward her nest, Dewkit knew that the game was over. Honestly, it'd ended when Sleepyclaws was defeated. They grinned at their friend knowingly. True to her warrior name in Yawnclan. And yet, untrue to Yawnclan's virtues. Dewkit blinked at Lightningkit's offer, surprised and unsurprised at the same time. Of course, the molly would ask that of them, she seemed to be the nicest kit they'd ever met. And the truth was, why not nap with a friend rather than alone? Their dads weren't queens and didn't spend time in the nursery. So really, why would they say no?
The shoulder bump felt like a nudge in the direction of saying yes. It really just pushed them down a hill of happiness and tiredness instead of being persuasive, for that wasn't needed. Dewkit nodded yes eagerly. Lightningkit's smile truly showed how much she wanted Dewkit there. "Well, of course. I-" and then the kit yawned, having finally caught the disease from Lightningkit. Dewkit grinned back at their friend. "As I was saying...yeah! Adventures are fun...and so are, uh, naps." The kit ducked their head shyly, finally admitting that they should just sleep. Playing had made them more tired. But at least yawning had found them a yawning buddy.
@Alchemist Kitsune (( your choice to end it here, but I think it could end here pretty well ))
Wormbite? Irispaw peered at Swiftheart. That was a RiverClan warrior.
"You mean Spiderbite," she corrected the warrior in a whisper. Irispaw glanced at Fallownose and waited anxiously for his reaction. They better not be late.
Swiftheart clicked his tongue. "Yes, I meant Spiderbite. Thank you Irispaw," he meowed. How has he mistaken a RiverClan warrior for a WindClan warrior? He shook his head.
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Ain't much that I know what to put 'ere...
"And that, my friends, is how a revolution dies." - Haymitch
Twistedkit's heart stuttered in her chest - from fear or excitement, she didn't know - as Fireflame turned toward her. Her foster mother's brown eyes were full of compassion, an emotion she'd never seen in Willowsky's, and something inside her twisted painfully. Fireflame loved every kit she took in, treating them as if they were her own. Twistedkit had had no idea that Brightkit wasn't her biological daughter. Was Wolfkit adopted, too? And where is Wolfkit? She hadn't seen the dark gray she-kit in a while. Everyone's disappearing or getting hurt because of me. She sniffled, and the world came back into focus. Fireflame wasn't looking at her anymore. Sadness, deep and painful, filled the skinny she-kit and made her want to wail. But she kept her jaws shut. Willowsky didn't like it when she made a lot of noise, and she was sure others wouldn't, too. I don't want to be bad. I don't want to be naughty. She was already a bad cat; she didn't want to make everyone's lives worse.
I want to talk to Fireflame. Loneliness clouded Twistedkit's half-vision, and every instinct urged her to run to the patched she-cat and burrow into her fur. She couldn't be with Willowsky, but she could have a mother, right? Willowsky is my mother. Thinking of Willowsky as anyone - anything - else made her feel worse. But Fireflame was like a mother, too. She felt like a mother, the ones Twilightstar and Cowpaw talked about. Does she think I'm her kit? She had never treated Twistedkit differently despite what she'd done or the way she looked. But she doesn't know. The she-kit's round black paws began to tremble. I don't wanna hurt her. I don't wanna hurt her.
But she'd explained everything to Brightkit. Had her foster sister said anything to Fireflame? Maybe, if the queen was ignoring her. But Twistedkit had to say something. Wasn't it rude - impolite - to leave cats and not tell them why? Slowly, shakily, she rose to her paws. She was malnourished, small and skinny from not eating enough and staying curled in her nest all the time; her fur was matted and not as soft as it should've been, sticking up at all angles with bits of bedding caught in it. But she hardly cared about her physical state. She had to talk with Fireflame. She had to. It's because you can't be rude, Twistedkit told herself, but the other reason, the more obvious reason, stuck out: I don't want to be alone. I want my other mother. Willowsky was her real mother, but surely it was okay to think of Fireflame as a foster mother, right?
The black she-kit took a few hobbling steps toward the queen. Her mangled tail made her lurch this way and that, but she was able to remain upright despite her growling stomach and weak limbs. "F...fireflame?" she mewed tentatively, her voice weak and distorted. Twistedkit was nervous. Scared, even, and she must stink of fear. She was scared of her curse. What if she passed it onto Fireflame? But no, she couldn't think of that... wouldn't think of that. Please don't let her get cursed. Please don't let her get hurt. I just wanna explain things to her. I don't wanna hurt her. I don't wanna be bad or naughty.
“Sosososososorry!” The large cat apologized, “Truth is, I struggled fitting in because the way I am. I struggle with keeping still most of the time and am extremely bouncy! I felt embarrassed of that.” Mushroomblossom ranted, letting out their true feelings.
Twilightstar scowled softly, more thoughtful than angry as she tried to make sense of Mushroomblossom's disappearance. "So you just up, abandon your duty, your clan, because you have trouble fitting in and have extra energy." As she reiterated what the cat was telling her in a more blunt mannerism, she found that excuse to be a load of dung. "Perhaps a few moons in the apprentices' den and some retraining will help you recall your loyalty and duty to WindClan."
He had tried to failed,And Failed Again. Clearly Thunderclan was not the true goal. Here he was,Back on the plains…the moors of Windclan. He was much much older now,He had grownup- yet he had gained scars from this,Life hadn’t been kind to him whatsoever. From the Twolegs to the fires,it had alot for even him. He was even had refuge in lionsrange,How would Twilightstar and Coyotesnarl think of him now. He hadn’t even been caught up in the clans….let alone his former home. The former windclanner padded briskly upon the moors,The wave of wind blowing in his pelt. It felt familiar…normal and calmer in a way. He wouldn’t have come back if it wasn’t for his don,The poor kitten had been abandoned in twolegplace,He had managed to adopt the baby and somehow survived.
He would be lying if he denied that he missed his son. Tyler….That’s what his name was. The ginger and white tabby had found him,adopted Tyler and yet he didn’t make it. Only to get picked off by the elements during the middle of night,The Warrior-aged tomcat felt the feelings of guilt coming back. The burning sensation in the back of his throat trying to hold off on the urge to cry once more. He thought he was over the grief,clearly not. The tomcat sighed,His nose slightly runny as he wiped it with his paw. A scent filled his nose once more,A pleasant and Welcome surprise for him.
A Windclan cat…hopefully- Although he wouldn’t doubt that it was something else,he had burned his nose slightly during the house fire. No matter,any cat of the moor was a welcome sight. He didn’t even care who it was. Coyotesnarl or Twilighstar maybe? Although one cat surely came to mind,one that kicked his ass as a kit. Wolffang. How would he react to him rejoining after this time? Would he still harbor that same scowl? The scarred ginger and white cat wouldn’t doubt that Wolfgang had changed though,as he did. He would have to wait and see now surely.
[This kitty must be an older clanmate if they're recalling Coyotesnarl. Please refresh my memory on who this is. ]
Stars, did she wish she had a thicker pelt! The lean, lilac pelt leader felt a shiver jolt down her back as she paused behind between the larger hill to get out of the wind for a moment. She really should start taking at least one other cat with her when she came out to do patrols. She was sure that more than a few cats wouldn't mind spending some time with her as she roamed around their territory. It's been a while since she's taken a stroll and just talked to any old cat. But, Twilightstar wasn't fond of catching attachments, they all disappear and leave her at some point in time.
Breathing a sharp breath of cold air, Twilightstar fluffs up her pelt once again and pads out of the shelter the towering hills provide. She moved upwind for a moment, before changing her direction a bit so that she was downwind once again. Now with the breeze no longer smacking her in the face, she was able to pick up an unknown scent. She was really hoping she wouldn't be dealing with an outsider. She had enough on her paws without outsiders' pesterings.
She follows the smell, seemingly roaming directionlessly in the moor, until she finds the silhouette of a cat sitting off in the distance. She takes another whiff, sneezing a few seconds later after confirming the scent as unfamiliar. Strange, the WindClan leader draws closer to the cat stopping a few lengths from in front of him with a curious expression on her face. The scent wasn't right, but he certainly looked familiar.
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@Moonraven im so sorry for such a late reply, i hope we can continue flaredusts rejoining ;; // ⋗ FLAREDUST ; she/her
twilightstar's voice makes the fur on her spine stand up, a little startled at the leader's sudden appearance. nonetheless, she's very thankful and turns to face the molly. "uh, yeah..it's..me." flaredust says with a slow nod, she silently wonders if she should say something that would lighten the mood, for her own sake. she decides against it. "I'll just go ahead and tell you why i was gone for so long. there's absolutely no reason to leave the clan for such a long time, i - i would never do it willingly." she begins, shaking her head. "I'd been hunting and smelled something..weird, so I went to go check it out. long story short, there were some twolegs and their kits. they, uh..took me."
[it's fine, so long as you're make a reply I don't really mind how much time is in between.]
Twilightstar follows the habitual ritual she's created when it came to clanmates she hadn't seen for well over a moon, she glances over the cat to ensure no harm had come to her while she was away. She seemed already at first glance. At the mention of Twolegs, her ear falls back against her head. Twilightstar wasn't exactly pleased to hear how foolish Flaredust had been. "When it comes to checking out strange things you really should make sure that you have another warrior with you or better yet report it," Twilightstar replies with a stern glint in her eye. "So I'm guessing you've been playing kittypet for the last several moons then?"
[This kitty must be an older clanmate if they're recalling Coyotesnarl. Please refresh my memory on who this is. ]
Stars, did she wish she had a thicker pelt! The lean, lilac pelt leader felt a shiver jolt down her back as she paused behind between the larger hill to get out of the wind for a moment. She really should start taking at least one other cat with her when she came out to do patrols. She was sure that more than a few cats wouldn't mind spending some time with her as she roamed around their territory. It's been a while since she's taken a stroll and just talked to any old cat. But, Twilightstar wasn't fond of catching attachments, they all disappear and leave her at some point in time.
Breathing a sharp breath of cold air, Twilightstar fluffs up her pelt once again and pads out of the shelter the towering hills provide. She moved upwind for a moment, before changing her direction a bit so that she was downwind once again. Now with the breeze no longer smacking her in the face, she was able to pick up an unknown scent. She was really hoping she wouldn't be dealing with an outsider. She had enough on her paws without outsiders' pesterings.
She follows the smell, seemingly roaming directionlessly in the moor, until she finds the silhouette of a cat sitting off in the distance. She takes another whiff, sneezing a few seconds later after confirming the scent as unfamiliar. Strange, the WindClan leader draws closer to the cat stopping a few lengths from in front of him with a curious expression on her face. The scent wasn't right, but he certainly looked familiar.
BARLEY
[I Dont Know If You Remember Barleykit,but this is him now. ha ha]
The windclan leader looked...Older to say the least. A faint memory of her popped into the toms mind.A leader with all her toes and not missing one of her eyes. Life was even rough for her,He found it amusing almost. "I see you have also been your own rough patches. How's it going Twilight?" He snickered as he spoke,Mouth moving a tad bit oddly due to a previous injury. The scarred tomcat nervously laughed.
Had it been this long? Great stars. Barley wasn't new to the territory but he had not expected the cold breeze. The former windclan kit was older now,MUCH older. The tomcat cleared his throat roughly before giving a proper re-introduction. "I don't know if you remember me- Ha. I used to be Barleykit,Left when I was being a moody teenager cause you punished me for not behaving. Its funny really- I was so dramatic and everything,I promise i'm not as dramatic." He nervously laughed once more. A faint sharp exhale going along with it.
The ginger and white tomcat felt a shiver run down his thinner coat,Was it always this cold on the moors. Or was it the fact that he had left when he was only 8 moons old. UGH this was gonna be weird as hell- Although he had a few things to say if she left him back into the clan. Mainly to a certain Wolf guy. The pelt of grey coming back to him even after all this time He remembered the guy,Not fairly nicely though.
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❝ don't you go falling in love
trust me she's not the one
she won't ever
love you like i do ❞
Re: WindClan Nursery
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