alderstep
he/him
thunderclan
russet tabby w/ white paws, green eyes
Alderstep turned back around, though had originally planned to leave and ignore the kit's pleas. But this? He felt the urge to yell 'kit fight' before remembering he was no longer a boisterous apprentice. Well, he had never been boisterous, but he simply meant he wasn't immature anymore. Of course. Obviously. And what would a mature warrior do in this situation? Hmmm. "Be nice and play with the other kits," Alderstep told the kits, not knowing their names. Ew. Now he sounded like a mother. He supposed he should've said something else, but he wasn't about to start some no-bullying nonsense in the nursery. He wasn't that nice.
Padding towards the little outcove recently cleared in Thunderclan camp, Cinderpaw could feel the anxiety creeping up her throat. They were too young, too little... they shouldn't have to worry about defending themselves, dammit! But the more time ticked on and the more kids who were hurt, she had to accept that nobody else would be helping them, least of all Starclan. She wished she had something left to pray to. So the tabby gathered all of her resolve, and began her teachings.
"...Redkit, Fuzzkit." She called, forcing her voice to stay steady. "You t-two were interested in self defense, right? Get over h-here and we can start the lesson. How old're you guys?" She needed to gauge what would be appropriate for them to learn. Even if Cinderpaw gave them all the warnings in the world, what could kitten claws do against an attacker at a pawful of moons old?
alderstep
he/him
thunderclan
russet tabby w/ white paws, green eyes
Alderstep turned back around, though had originally planned to leave and ignore the kit's pleas. But this? He felt the urge to yell 'kit fight' before remembering he was no longer a boisterous apprentice. Well, he had never been boisterous, but he simply meant he wasn't immature anymore. Of course. Obviously. And what would a mature warrior do in this situation? Hmmm. "Be nice and play with the other kits," Alderstep told the kits, not knowing their names. Ew. Now he sounded like a mother. He supposed he should've said something else, but he wasn't about to start some no-bullying nonsense in the nursery. He wasn't that nice.
| Redkit |
| She/Her |
| A calico with a red base coat, covered in black and white patches along with black ears; Blue eyes |
~ Who called her? It wasn't Rainfall nor any of her siblings bio or foster. Oh? Wasn't that the Cinderpaw Galekit and Honeykit called their older sister? One way to find out. The red base calico went over to the scarred molly and looked up at her. How old was she? Redkit thought about it for a moment before answering for herself.
"I'm 3 moons.. I think-"
In all honesty Redkit was going off of Galekits age. If he was 4 Moons that old probably make her 3? Right? ~
in the recently new cove, fuzzkit finds himself searching for.. something. a bug of sorts. he's found quite a few bugs in the nursery that hide near the warm moss and in the walls of it- worms, one small beetle, and some grubby thing, which he still isn't sure what it is. his investigation is cut short once his name is called, along with another kit - redkit.
he whips around to see just who has called him, grinning at the sight of the familiar apprentice. "yess!! I'll beat up a LOT of bad guys..all of the bad guys!" he announces, correcting himself at the very end as he makes his way over. how old am i..., he repeats mentally, nose scrunching up in thought. "three moons and a half!" he answers, looking at redkit just to stick his tongue out in a playful 'ha, im older!' way.
Vexatious; causing or tending to cause feelings of annoyance, frustration and worry. That was the best way to describe how she was feeling right now, minus the worry part. How fluff brained were the Thunderclan warriors now?! Letting a kit escape from camp unnoticed? DID ANY OF THEM UNDERSTAND THE CONSEQUENCES OF THEIR MOUSE-BRAINED ACTIONS, NOW? Riverclan kitnappers now had ahold of the Thunderclan kit Stormkit, and she was furious, and she would imagine that his mother, Rainfall, and both leaders, Sparrowstar and Pikestar, would be too. She huffed, the black loner kit in her jaws, and her tail lashing furiously. She reminded herself to yell at all the young warriors after chatting with Sparrowstar. Right, Sparrowstar. She placed the little kitten down by her paws, "Sparrowstar, I need to speak with you in your den, it's quite urgent." Violetslash dipped her head slightly, the leader was far younger than she was, but she still showed her respect to Sparrowstar. Her gaze drifted around the camp cautiously, she didn't want the clan to go into a state of panic about Stormkits abduction, just in case they decided to arrange an attack themselves, rather than waiting for the leaders and Thrushfur's orders, so it would be best if Violetslash didn't draw too much attention to herself. She looked down at the little black kitten, she was unsure if she should take it with her or leave it in the clearing for the queens to take care of, but then again, she also needed to talk to Sparrowstar about it, so perhaps having it with her would be smart.
~ Sparrowstar ~ (I will respond here, and make a post at Smallpines so we can resolve this quickly and the RC patrol isn't waiting too long. Please respond in the leader's den )
Emerging back into camp from dirtplace, Sparrowstar blinked in surprise at the sudden, urgent statement from Violetslash. They seemed to be terribly on edge... and had a kit with them? Her brow furrowed slightly as she contemplated the possibilities connected to those two factors.
"Of course Violetslash. Come, let us speak in private," she stated, curiosity tinging her words as she began padding towards her den. Paws-crossed this was nothing terribly serious...
Three moons... three moons. She gulped. She could work with this. She needed to work with this. Swallowing any protests, Cinderpaw sat and smiled at them. "Good. That means you two are big enough to learn some things the little ones a-a-aren't. Mind if we do a pop quiz?"
Well, it would be good for her to start grilling them on basic procedures. "Now, what do yo-you do if you hear or smell anybody who is not from Thunderclan. It doesn't matter where or when; if you don't have t-training, what do you do?" She would not be teaching them how to be trusting in other clans. Nothing good could come of that. "'N after that, I want you to t-tell me, who do you go to when you think you're in danger?"
The medicine cat nodded along at the kits put in their guesses. “Alright everyone, those were all good answers - some of you came very close. An infection is when a wound is left untreated for too long. It becomes red, swollen, very painful, and can even make you sick. That’s why it’s very important to visit the medicine cat as soon as you can after you get an injury.” Stars knew cats needed to have that lesson drilled into their head while they were young; he had far too many grown cats letting their wounds fester and wasting more herbs than they would if they showed up in the first place.
He moved his paw to hover over the next herb, a cobweb. “This is a cobweb, I use it paw-in-paw with marigold. After applying marigold, I use cobwebs to bandage the injury. This helps keep and clean and can help stop bleeding.” He went ahead and moved in to the next herb as well, wanting to make sure he didn’t lose his class’s attention span because he talked for too long. “Next is a poppy seed. I use this frequently as well, but not as often as marigold. It can make cats sleepy and help reduce pain. This is one of the herbs that you should not eat unless a medicine cat tells you to.” He paused for a moment to let the importance of his words sink in. “Eating too many poppy seeds can make you sick, and sometimes I have to monitor how many poppy seeds I give a cat so they don’t start relying on them.”
Sundust’s tail curled over his paws, and he fell silent for a moment so his class could absorb the information given so far. “Before we move on to the last plant, does anyone have any questions?” He didn’t want to be one of those teachers who just talked at the students without caring whether or not they’ve understood what they’ve learned.