Stormpaw jerked his head back as blazekit[paw] stepped on his tail the tom became more unhappy until seeing sorreldust come up to him, the tom looked at her tail seeing she's in a good mood unlike his mood currently"greeting sorreldust... Blazekit is taking to much liking of me, that would be great if you could watch him!" he meowed noticing the she-cat looking at his sprained paw the tom shrugged"Blazekit can be a bit of a handful so are you able to handle his excitement and wandering?" he asked
Blazekit continued stepping on stormpaws tail and walking around the 2 cats
Sorreldust sat down and her tail flicked towards the kit in an attempt to distract him from continuing his rampage on Stormpaw's poor tail, even trying to tickle Blazingkit under the nose. She smiled ever so softly and briefly at Stoempaw's concern about her being able to handle the little one. "I've had quite a bit of practice with my own kits and grandkits, I can handle a lone little guy."
She looked back to Stormpaw, her face becoming a bit more serious. "You should go rest up. I'm sure your paw really needs it. Besides, you were doing pretty well keeping him from wandering away. I can take over for a bit."
She gently nodded her head towards the apprentice den, silently encouraging him to go get his rest.
Since he had no doubt tried to wander at this point, Sorreldust reaches to grab Blazingkit, intending to drop him at her paws. "You know," She murmured to her new charge, her voice equal parts endeared and firm, "It's a bit rude to step on your friends' tail without asking first."
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Sorreldust sat down and her tail flicked towards the kit in an attempt to distract him from continuing his rampage on Stormpaw's poor tail, even trying to tickle Blazingkit under the nose. She smiled ever so softly and briefly at Stoempaw's concern about her being able to handle the little one. "I've had quite a bit of practice with my own kits and grandkits, I can handle a lone little guy."
She looked back to Stormpaw, her face becoming a bit more serious. "You should go rest up. I'm sure your paw really needs it. Besides, you were doing pretty well keeping him from wandering away. I can take over for a bit."
She gently nodded her head towards the apprentice den, silently encouraging him to go get his rest.
Since he had no doubt tried to wander at this point, Sorreldust reaches to grab Blazingkit, intending to drop him at her paws. "You know," She murmured to her new charge, her voice equal parts endeared and firm, "It's a bit rude to step on your friends' tail without asking first."
Blazekit wiggled his nose as he was distracted by the warriors tail a tickle under his nose made him giggle while giggling for awhile the the molly talked to stormpaw the tom moved his paws as if walking on air while being set down the tom tumbled down, not knowing what the warrior is saying he rolled around in front of the warrior
Stormpaw listened to the warrior hearing she's got everything the tom turned to the apprentice den seeing the warrior nudge encouraging him to go and rest the tom nodded" alright have fun with blazekit" he meowed limping off while his tail dragged the ground since it hurt
This scamp had countless minor misadventures. He kept marching forward, becoming much more adept at navigating this area. His exploits will go on after he has finally managed to get away from his mother. A towering den with a pungent odor welcomed the young Jaggedkit. The tiny Jaggedkit stumbled when it arrived because it was so powerful. The dens might is much to big.. Even if he was unable to speak, the captivating words he so desperately wanted to say could be read from his eyes. Jaggedkit perceived the den to be much bigger. However, it wasn't as massive as his sleeping chambers. Its roof was considerably more sturdy and substantial. Taking a seat, he opened his nostrils to breathe. He simply had to choose the difficulty of licking his toes because it was way too chilly outside in the clearing and his paws felt so numb. He might aid his paws by quivering and sucking into them. He only did this out of pure instinct. What adventures he might have in the future are beyond the comprehension of his tiny kit brain. What's green? He's unsure. How do clouds work? He's unsure.
He heaved to his paws once he had finished licking his toe. As he eventually managed to return to his paws, he nearly lost his balance. He moved slowly but surely up towards the warrior den while his stinging bee tail waved around. They were as large as mama where he saw cats that size. He was unaware that some were nasty. Some had such a growly, grumpy appearance. Jaggedkit shuddered, but he was compelled to prefer remaining in this cozy shelter than venturing out into the terrifying unknown. He stumbled inside, not even considering the potential threats. A specific mohawk drew his attention with his eyes. It has an odd appearance; it resembles spiky leaves. Jaggedkit then encountered a cream and orange cat that was dozing off. Jaggedkit could only squint for five minutes before taking a break to regain his strength. Finally, he came to use his paws to peck the larger warrior. Being so young—he hasn't even reached a moon yet—he didn't know how to sheathe his claws. He nibbled at the warrior's sparsely colored hairs before becoming preoccupied by an oddly shaped rock.
The rock was the subject of his blue eyes. To imply that its carvings resembled a poky mouth that was about to peck at him was quite ominous. The young Jaggedkit had never before encountered anything so perilous. Jaggedkit cautiously shimmied over to the duck rock while tucking his ears back. His tail was tucked in between his thighs as his paws advanced. He initially gave the duck rock a sniff before going for a bat. He abruptly stood up on his hind legs and fell over onto his back as a result of the rock swaying. Jaggedkit has been won over by the mighty duck rock. Jaggedkit attempted to shift to his paws, but he was far too exhausted. Finally, the small munchkin's brain got to produce some thoughts with such weak endurance as this. How high is the sky?
The next journey he goes on, we all know he has no idea where he's heading. He came across a filthy, unpleasant den that made him gag. Jaggedkit yawned, indicating how exhausted he was. The nursery was where? Where was mama? He has no idea of his whereabouts. But he could see that these cats were scrawny since their muzzles were also graying. Jaggedkit stumbled in and dove into the nearest nest he could find. He yawned one final time as he huddled into whatever warmth he could, squealing at the warmth. Giving forth harsh snores that resembled birds twiddling.
Roosterflame had been on the threshold of a dream when the little beast wandered into the warriors’ den. The sky was pink, the grass was blue, and he was surrounded by little white rabbits who were singing something. It started out quite sweet, but when he began to understand the lyrics, he grew quite concerned.
The rabbits were singing of danger. From what? Deary me, from what?
Roosterflame was about to open his mouth to ask what sort of danger, when he felt a sharp little poke in his side, and a tug on his fur.
He awoke with a jolt, though the only things that moved were his eyelids. He remained still. The odd little sensations continued. Whatever could they be?
Roosterflame craned his head around just in time to see a little roly-poly kit push away from him and move to “attack” the duck rock he’d found. Roosterflame watched for a moment as the little fight escalated, and the kitten promptly was beaten by the inanimate object. Roosterflame let out a small laugh, and he shifted in his nest to face the fallen warrior, “Well, who are you?” He asked softly, looking over the kit. If he remembered correctly, wasn’t this one of Foggywillow’s little ones? Roosterflame hadn’t met Foggywillow properly, yet, but he’d seen her little ones running around, so this little guy must have been one of them, “You’re a very brave little guy, aren’t you?”
Quailfur
She quickly came and carried her loaf of mice, holding her head up high as she carried the mice in her jaws. Its pale tail swinging side to side with her head movements. Her tail was head in a crooked question mark shape. Showing her catch to Thrushfur proudly. "We managed to catch some mice, but due to the weather it was all we could catch." She glanced towards Vixenpaw.
He nodded. “I think we should add an age requirement for my Clan Relations class. Explaining why things are the way they are requires some…unpleasant history. Especially for Shadowclan. Even when I dumbed it down to only mentioning it, it still upset some of the one moon old kits I was teaching. I could always leave the history part out, of course, but at that point they aren’t learning too much about clan relations. I think it would be much better to just have them what until they’re at least three moons old.” His speech over he waited with baited breathe for Sparrowstar’s response. Would she understand where he was scoring from? Maybe it was a stupid request. Should I have mentioned that I was teaching my kit at the time? Either way adding it now would just seem awkward.
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