Ashkit He/Him, gray with dark gray points and molts
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Ashkit’s small, mottled gray head was resting peacefully
on his paws. He was dreaming of a perfect world, no
clouds, stars and moon shining beautifully down on each
and every clan, blessing them with a wonderful peace that
in the real world could never truly exist. The kit, forgetting
the world he truly lived in, pranced around through the
shining green grass, good feelings surging through him, his
heart lifting. He felt like he was flying, soaring through the
world of wonder, nothing in his way. It was the best he’d ever
felt, in his dreams. Suddenly, the perfect world spun into
blackness, and when he opened his eyes, he wasn’t flying
anymore. He was laying down in the nursery, staring at the
brown head of Rabbitchatter, whispering through the nursery
entrance.
Ashkit didn’t need to shake away any sleep, the simple
sound of Frogkit’s excited yapping was enough to smack him
into reality. Oh, come on! He thought, but he knew
even if he tried to dream again, it wouldn’t be the same.
And it would certainly never be the same in this real world.
The gray kit hoisted himself up, glancing around the nursery. Well, a little trip out and some playing couldn’t hurt… but
I’ve never really tried it before. He tilted his head, and padded
over calmly to Rabbitchatter. What are the chances he would
literally ruin a game for everybody. Well… if it was a game- of
course it was! If this were real, he’d be hearing much louder
noises outside than just Frogkit.
Couldn’t hurt… I’m going! He told himself. He
quickened his pace, trailing after Rabbitchatter and Frogkit. I just hope whoever Rabbitchatter and the rest of us are
about to… ‘beat,’ is alright with this…
Peachpaw
She/her | 8 moons
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Peachpaw padded into the elders' den nonchalantly. After scanning the den, she announced loudly, "Elders! There has been a tragedy, with the kits. I have come here to fetch help!" She played up the drama of her words to the fullest extent, hoping to warrant a frenzied reaction from the old cats. She was such a sweet and loving cat, so fine-tuned to the emotions of others. The kits' deaths had upset her gravely. How empathetic she was. How motherly.
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(not an elder but still starting to become old and crusty and n o h e i s n o t a t r a n s m a s c) Darkpetal(dark grey, close to black, tabby tom with pale yellow eyes)
The Flowerboy
The senior warrior crashed into the elder's den after hearing Peachpaw. "What happened?" he asked her, panic in his mew. Calming himself down, he repeated, "Peachpaw. What- what happened to the kits?"
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Sunkit opened her eyes for the first time "hewo? whos there?" Sunkit said every thing was blurry and fuzzy she felt something touched her "huh?"Sunkit said looking up.
He was lying on his back when he heard some words that sounded like bubbles. After hearing those remarks, he swiveled and attempted to roll onto his side in an effort to stand up again. He finally succeeded in falling down and having his tiny paws touch the ground after only a few brief attempts of swaying from side to side. With his fur jittering, he raised himself off the ground. Unable to absorb what they had spoken, he turned to face the strange warrior with the mohawk. He instantly stumbled over and met the warriors' honey-like gaze while blinking and moving closer. His eyes suddenly shot back to the mohawk, but all he could do in return was mewl. It seemed so... strange? Despite the strangely carved rock in this area that looks like a duck, Jaggedkit has never seen anything like it. The mohawk was really high. His latest aim would be to climb the giant cat and get to the mohawk.
Jaggedkit put his tiny paws on the warrior's torso and ignored Roosterflame's gaze. His neck was extended out, and his eyes were fixed on the warrior's mohawk. Jaggedkit moved swiftly and made an effort to mount the warrior's back. But consistently managed to fall backwards toward the earth. Jaggedkit didn't care, though. He would repeatedly attempt to get his paws into the warrior. He would climb endlessly to get to that unusual tuft on the warrior's head using his stinger-like tail. He tried over and over, but he kept falling off. Jaggedkit was compelled to experience a sense of helplessness. He would attempt again and again, but how could he reach the bushy tuft? Jaggedkit cocked his head, unable to make sense of anything at the moment. It was attempting to convey a message to him. Jaggedkit cocked his head in the direction of the duck-shaped rock. focusing on it without blinking frequently. Jaggedkit approached with caution. Can my enemy lend a hand? As his legs were hauled up, Jaggedkit squirmed. Similar to a thin strip of aluminum wobbling. He glared at the duck rock with his sharp icy eyes.
His torso then shot into the air while his figure gestured in the direction of the duck. This was the first time he had ever experienced adrenaline, and his limbs flailed out like a flying squirrel. Wishing that his heart would also be filled with a sense of victory. Due to their very distinct forms of solid substance, his body slammed into the duck rock. The largest counter of them all went to Jaggedkit, who also felt his cheek swell. Despite having a poor pounce form, he was nevertheless able to overcome the duck rock. The duck rock was lying there, like a dead worm as a result of his immense strength. Jaggedkit gave a brief internal victory cheer, but something snuffed it out with a sharp ache. Jaggedkit halted as the pain moved to his head. He turned to face Roosterflame and fixed his gaze on the warrior for several seconds. Pain? His eyes began to flood up with tears, giving him a pouty expression as he meowed and cried out in agony. He was sobbing uncontrollably as he sat there due to a minor cheek ache.
Roosterflame watched with a little smile as Jaggedkit attempted to climb him, presumably to get to his funny little mohawk. Roosterflame didn’t hinder nor aid the little guy, he wanted to see if Jaggedkit had it in him to get up himself.
Apparently not, not yet at least. Jaggedkit’s eyes then focused on the duck rock, and he leapt at it with all of the force that the tiny warrior could muster. He succeeded in knocking over the rock, but Roosterflame noticed the small injury he sustained in the act. At first, it seemed like Jaggedkit would either power through the pain or ignore it, but after a moment, his eyes filled with tears and the poor little baby began to sob. “Oh no, ah,” Roosterflame whispered, a flash of concern and natural protectiveness rushing through him as he sat up and moved toward Jaggedkit, “Kiddo, kiddo, are you okay?” He tentatively rested his tail around Jaggedkit, “Let me see, let me see where it hurts,” He reached a paw towards Jaggedkit’s cheek and tenderly touched it.
[ I am so very sorry for the lateness of this ]
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Don’t heed anything in his posts as my opinions augh
Sootfur winced slightly at Bumblebreak's harsh reaction, but didn't reply back. He understood the she-cat's pain and the rage that could accompany a cat's genuine grief. "...I'll go." He said in a low voice, turning to Spikystalker. The warrior was right. An immediate patrol was needed to get the poor mother's kits back safe, and Sootfur would do everything in his power to succeed.
"We don't need to prepare. We are warriors!" He nearly snapped at Frostbite, pushed by the urgency in his voice. "Kits are in danger. There's no time to prepare. Where was the kits' last location?" He asked then, more calmly, to the group surrounding the dead queen.
Luckily, Spikystalker was on his side and Frostbite soon understood the situation. "One cat that doesn't come on this patrol can remain and report to Thrushfur. We need to get a move on. Quickly." He spoke more quickly now, impatience surging through his whole body. He couldn't stay here all day long and wait anymore. His paws prickled to get a move on.
Luckily, another warrior soon added themselves to their group. "Asterdance." Sootfur dipped his head to the short-tail scarred warrior, thankful that they'd arrived so soon and offered help.
Just before the gray tabby could signal the others to leave and hurry them up someone stranger arrived suddenly, passing through their camp walls as if they didn't even exist.
Sootfur's pelt bristled up in alarm. Rogue!
But... the cat was actually a kit. He gasped with shock as he realized what he was saying. "Who are you? Who are Rain and Sky? And most importantly, where are her kits?" He trotted forward and stopped just a whisker away from the kit, doing his best not to scare him away. He pointed with his muzzle to the dead she-cat lying a few tail lengths away from them on the ground. This kit knows Houndspirit. He can lead us to her kits!
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Wisppaw tried to tug the old, stale nests out of the nursery, but unfortunately her small stature made the task especially difficult. She snuck glances at her partner in this apprentice's chore, Peachpaw- she heard the she-cat was friendly, but for some reason, she always thought her smile seemed a little awkward.
"This is hard work, huh?" She commented, feeling like she needed to break the silence. "It's nice seeing all the kits running around, though... I can't believe I used to be that young. It must be fun having so much free-time."
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Re: ThunderClan Nursery
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Originally Posted by zeebles
Wisppaw tried to tug the old, stale nests out of the nursery, but unfortunately her small stature made the task especially difficult. She snuck glances at her partner in this apprentice's chore, Peachpaw- she heard the she-cat was friendly, but for some reason, she always thought her smile seemed a little awkward.
"This is hard work, huh?" She commented, feeling like she needed to break the silence. "It's nice seeing all the kits running around, though... I can't believe I used to be that young. It must be fun having so much free-time."
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Peachpaw nodded, shooting Wisppaw a sweet smile. I don't know... Too much free time is never good. I hate being alone with my thoughts for extended periods of time, she thought privately. "The kits are just precious, are they not?" she said cutely, demonstrating her very motherly and loving nature. Ah yes, she just loved kits. They were so small, cute, and impressionable. And annoying. And they asked too many questions. I want them to all look up to me though! I want to be their big sister role model.
She examined Wisppaw, deciding that the apprentice was fit to be a part of her circle of friends (which was nonexistent so far). Peachpaw would be the friend that everyone asked Wisppaw about. 'Who's that pretty she-cat you're always hanging out with?' That's what they'd ask Wisppaw.
Peachpaw nodded, shooting Wisppaw a sweet smile. I don't know... Too much free time is never good. I hate being alone with my thoughts for extended periods of time, she thought privately. "The kits are just precious, are they not?" she said cutely, demonstrating her very motherly and loving nature. Ah yes, she just loved kits. They were so small, cute, and impressionable. And annoying. And they asked too many questions. I want them to all look up to me though! I want to be their big sister role model.
She examined Wisppaw, deciding that the apprentice was fit to be a part of her circle of friends (which was nonexistent so far). Peachpaw would be the friend that everyone asked Wisppaw about. 'Who's that pretty she-cat you're always hanging out with?' That's what they'd ask Wisppaw.
Wisppaw internally sighed. Small talk wasn't her forte, and she couldn't tell what Peachpaw was thinking about her. Her fur looks so shiny, Wisppaw noted. No small tufts sticking up like mine. A cat like her must be popular.
"So, do you know a lot of the cats around camp?" She asked, sort of mumbling. "I don't think most of them know who I am... I mean, they probably do, but Thunderclan is big. You know? Sorry, I'm saying 'know' too much. Eheh."
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