Stormclaw padded around the clearing, looking for something to do, for someone to talk to. He had nothing to remedy his boredom, unfortunately for him. He hoped maybe a fellow clan member could help to ease the feeling, if only a little. He eventually sat down and started pawing at the dirt, looking a little sorry for himself.
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Grovekit
( dark ginger bengal she-cat with dark blue eyes )
★ ThunderClan Kit ★ she/her ★ 5 moons ★
chatty • daydreamer • odd
"I'm going to be an an apprentice soon!" Grovekit informed the bored-looking warrior. She had come up behind him and noticed he looked very much like someone who would be interested to know this. "I'm gonna be six moons old really soon! Then Bumblestar'll give me a mentor an' I'll be Grovepaw instead of Grovekit!"
She bared her teeth absentmindedly, in a way she often did when she was bored or distracted. Right now, she was thinking about all the things she would do when she was finally an apprentice — and all the ShadowClan pelt she was gonna rip apart!
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Firepaw let out a yawn. Could things get any MORE boring? Her training was put on a temporary stop, reasons she did not know, and she never had any friends to talk to. Well, she'd talked to Mapledawn several times, but she was at the Willow's Rise training her apprentice. So that was that.
Well,
this sucked.
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Grovekit
( dark ginger bengal she-cat with dark blue eyes )
★ ThunderClan Kit ★ she/her ★ 5 moons ★
chatty • daydreamer • odd
"I'm going to be an an apprentice soon!" Grovekit informed the bored-looking warrior. She had come up behind him and noticed he looked very much like someone who would be interested to know this. "I'm gonna be six moons old really soon! Then Bumblestar'll give me a mentor an' I'll be Grovepaw instead of Grovekit!"
She bared her teeth absentmindedly, in a way she often did when she was bored or distracted. Right now, she was thinking about all the things she would do when she was finally an apprentice — and all the ShadowClan pelt she was gonna rip apart!
Stormclaw laid his eyes on the kit and tilted his head.
"Oh, is that right? I'm excited for you!"
Suddenly he was down to the ground in a playful position, pawing gently at the kit.
"What will you do once you become a warrior?"
The molly stiffly padded back into camp after the raid had concluded. Most of her body was throbbing in some way, especially the place where an ear had once been. The memory of a RiverClanner tearing off her ear and leaving no remainders was still vivid in her mind. It had stopped bleeding, and the pain was mixed with a tingling feeling. Fawnsplash assumed it would take her a while to get used to hearing on only one ear, but it couldn't be much different, right? There were certainly cats that had suffered from worse outcomes in the battle; she was barely wounded so she should probably make herself useful. Her bicoloured orbs darted around the clearing, looking for anyone unoccupied. As much as she would love to go into the medicine cat's den, get her wounds treated and relax, her clanmates always came first. She knew that after a big battle there was usually a shortage of herbs so her goal was to take out some cats on a little herb "patrol".
In the end she had selected three apprentices. Leafpaw, Poppypaw, and Sprucepaw. They did not seem to be injured badly, so this was perfect for her plan. "Leafpaw! Sprucepaw! Poppypaw!" she called. Her tone was loud and clear as it rang through the clearing. "Come over here. We will head to Firefly Cove and collect some herbs because, as you may know, there's a lot of cats in need of healing and not enough herbs." Of course she didn't know many herbs. The basics such as cobwebs, sticks and moss would have to do, although she also knew how marigold looked from a previous herb patrol. Maybe one of the apprentices she'd called would know another useful herb? Well, anything that could stop bleeding should be of help right now she supposed...
Alpinekit heard Fawnsplash, and she looked over at her. A few seconds later, she screamed ear-splittingly for thirty seconds. She was so shocked to see part of her ear missing.
Brindlekit was about to make some.......questionable choices. He often made questionable choices, in all fairness, but this was perhaps his most foolish to date. He was going to seek the attention of his grandmother. Great-grandmother, but who was really counting? He got the vague sense that adding the great-, while perhaps accurate, would be construed as a form of disrespect by the massive she-cat. An insult towards her aging, perhaps. He wasn´t going to risk it. Tansyjaw would suffice as a form of address, in his opinion. So he used it, approaching the fur-mound with a hint of trepidation. Tansyjaw? Would you be willing to.......teach me something?
Stars, that sounded daft. Teach him something. Something. There were a lot of somethings, most of which he´d no interest in learning, or Tansyjaw would have no interest in teaching him. Hmm. Best rephrase this quick. I mean......I want to be ready for my apprenticeship, and get a bit of a head start, maybe? Would you have the time to teach me a crouch, perhaps? That sounded a bit better. More exact, more respectful too. Yes, that was better.
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Who was this who dared to awake her from her nap? With a twitch of her ear, then a twitch of her tail, and finally a cascade of fur and muscle, Tansyjaw heaved herself to a sitting position. She peered down at one of her grandson´s kits. She was fairly certain it was Brindlekit? But regardless, she was.....tolerating it´s presence. If he did want to learn, she supposed she could oblige. With the discontinuance of the kit curriculum (so maybe she missed yelling at the worms a little bit) she didn´t have too much to do during the day, and while that was sort of the whole point of retirement it didn´t suit her well, especially when the rest of the clan was in so much action all of the time. So, her response ended up being a curt Fine. as she got fully to her feet, before dropping into a crouch. Tail back flat, front paws neatly and evenly spaced, hind paws just a hint wider and clearly supporting her raised haunches. It was well practiced and smooth, and it was now up to Brindlekit to Copy this. If he couldn´t get something at least passable with this good of an example, he´d never amount to anything. (Open?)
Yes! Brindlekit restrained his squeal of excitement as Tansyjaw assented to his request, entering a crouch that he vaguely recognized from apprentices lurking around but also had no clue how to do. But now he was going to learn! Theoretically, anyways. It was fully possible that his approximation of the stalking position would be so terrible that Tansyjaw would shoo him unceremoniously away, but the prospect of potential success moved him to attempt to mimick her. It wasn´t easy, his paws didn´t like being tucked underneath him so firmly, but after a bit of shuffling about he managed something passable. His hind paws were far to far under him, however, and when he tried to move it was with a stumbling stride. His tail, too, lacked the necessary discipline, and popped up to a straight position, almost like a flag above his back. Nevertheless, Brindlekit ventured Is this.....ok? in the general direction of his supervisor, eyes and voice hopefully, perhaps foolishly so.
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It was......something, at least. The chances of her great grandson catching anything as he was currently positioned were slim, but the faults were fixable. At least they ought to be, if he had any sense of coordination. What was rather more irritating than the shambolic crouch was his need for praise. Tansyjaw was aware he was a child, and therefore a bit naive, but praise was not something to be requested. It had to be earned, and earned through a feat far more impressive than a shoddy hunting crouch in the clearing. All of this information and personality led her response to his question into the territory where a firm No. was the only response suitable, followed by a thorough catalog of his faults. Should she be more gentle? Almost certainly, and she likely would have been if it were any other kit. But this was one of her families, even if Shadowclan blood tainted his veins, and he had to be good. Better than good. Great. Influence was fickle and the importance of her clan-within-the-clan was waning and would continue to do so if this next generation didn´t gain some sort of competence.
Your front paws are too far under yourself, as are your hind paws. As this was said she moved to adjust the offending limbs, flicking at them with her own, large paws in an attempt to scoot them outwards. Her eyes were up, surveying. There was little familial about this critique, except, perhaps, the fact that she was deigning to do so in the first place. Your tail is far too high, everything in the forest will see you coming if you can´t get it down. Not too low, mind, or you´ll rustle all the leaves. She´d leave it to him to find a medium with that one, or, failing that, push it down herself later. For now Tansyjaw instructed Brindlekit to Try and start moving without tripping over yourself. Whether she meant this as a general statement, or as one implying she thought self-tripping was eminent was unclear, but the tone suggested something of the latter. (Open?)
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Running out of the nursery the kitten was caught chasing a blue jay feather she had found in the camp. The wind blew it around and the young tom couldn't help, but run after it. The feather stopped not far from him and he crouched down messily before pouncing on top of it. Pudgekit felt his paws slip underneath him, causing him to roll before landing on his back. Like it never happened he jumped up quickly and continued to play.
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Stormclaw laid his eyes on the kit and tilted his head.
"Oh, is that right? I'm excited for you!"
Suddenly he was down to the ground in a playful position, pawing gently at the kit.
"What will you do once you become a warrior?"
Grovekit
( dark ginger bengal she-cat with dark blue eyes )
★ ThunderClan Kit ★ she/her ★ 5 moons ★
chatty • daydreamer • odd
Grovekit grinned. "I'll be the best warrior in ThunderClan! I'll keep out all the nasty other clanners an' I'm gonna be one of Bumblestar's Hornets! There's a spot open, you know," she said sagely.
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