ThunderClan Clearing

[Madelaine]

Mumblekit
[ She/Her - Thunderclan Kit -
Purrks: none ]

She looked at him. She wasn't angry and you could tell on her face. She still showed she was worried. Would this feeling ever go away? It would once she saw her sibling was back and safe. It made her feel sad over her mother and littermates death a moon ago. She knew the feeling of being alone until Skunkridge stepped in to help her.

She looked at the entrance then back at Peachkit. "My older warrior sibling is in the battle. He's the only family I have and I don't want to loose her. They take care of me and make sure I have a good life.", she replied. She felt sick to her stomach. All this stress was getting to her. She closed her eyes and everything felt better.

Mumblekit opened them once she felt better. At least a little bit better.

[ @kenjaku; ]

[lionparty25]

Originally Posted by Madelaine

Mumblekit
[ she/her - Thunderclan kit -
Purrks: none ]

With the battle going on and her sibling out fighting the young kit sat at the entrance to camp. She was going to sit right here and wait for them to return. Hopefully they would. She didn't want to be alone. Looking up at the night sky she saw the stars twinkling. She closed her eyes. Please let all of them come back safely, she thought. Her eyes opened and she looked out into the territory to continue watching. How long would this battle be. Yawning the young kit shuffled a bit before she shook her pelt. No she couldn't fall asleep right now. Mumblekit didn't want to leave her post. She was going to wait right here until her clanmates returned.

[ open to a cat not in the battle ]

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Tremblepaw entered the nursery, with a mouthful of moss. His eyes looked disheartened, perhaps because of the battle? He dropped the moss before glancing up at Mumblekit, "Well, hey there." He mewed quietly, "You should be asleep, shouldn't you?"

@Madelaine

[nyme]

HE SAID THAT IN THE END IT IS BEAUTY
THAT IS GOING TO SAVE THE WORLD

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PEACHKIT . 1 MOON . HE/HIM . THUNDERCLAN

"Your sibling's a Thunderclanner," Peachkit scoffed, soft orange ears twitching dismissively. "Who's gonna beat them? C'mon, tell me who. Fishface of Riverclan? Stinkypond and Wetfeet, Riverclan's strongest?"

Peachkit's steadily realizing he doesn't like being around a cat who's so clearly nervous about something. Snapping at her probably won't help, though, so he tries what he can to ease the tension. It is laughable to him that any of Thunderclan's warriors might be in any real danger over wherever they've gone, courtesy of his youth and vehement patriotism, but this stranger seems to think that those warriors have prowled off into some very real danger.

Peachkit just doesn't buy it. When you're that strong, what could hurt you? Surely nothing. Why did warriors train so hard, if not to be invincible?

"You shouldn't sit around thinking bad stuff. You probably shouldn't stay up getting sleepy, either. What if you fall asleep on accident and miss them when they're back?" He's about to keep going, only to be sidetracked by a familir mottled face. Peachkit flashes a sour look Olivekit's way, dryly commanding: "Go back inside and go to sleep. I'm only...I'm just..."

Peachkit's already bitter look only gets nastier because he's not sure what to say. He breathes out a little tchhh... and shakes off, only acknowledging the apprentice that had called out to Mumblekit to reiterate his point: "We should all be asleep."

@olive-shine
@Madelaine
@lionparty25

[olive-shine]

She lept in between the two, worried that it would escalate! "Stop" she cried. "No fighting! Sto...". Before she could finish it, she got a flashback. A flashback of fighting and violence. A flashback of her days as...as a. She couldn't finish the flashback. She pried her eyes open and found a silhouetted cat leaning over her. "Olivekit, are you ok" he asked. She froze up in terror, but then realized the voice was Peachkit. "Oh, yes. Thank you Peachkit." And with that, she trotted back into the Nursery, her head still full of clips of bloodshed and screaming...

[Weekend-Wondering]

Rosekit
Header by @/Dolomedes / Male / About 5 Moons / ThunderClan / Sexuality Unknown
Chocolate-brown and russet tabby Tom with fluffy fur and bright amber eyes, thin scars on his legs and a large scar shaved across the bottom half of his face that exposes several teeth

“Sure, I’ve got half a face, but you’ve got yourself half a brain, so I’m sure we’ll get along just fine, ey?”
~Rosekit

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// Hey! To sylvia26 and dino., only the top half of this post will have anything to do with this roleplay. Once you see the flowers (✽❀✽ ) then this reply has been completed. Sorry, I’ve got several things going on all at once, whoops! \\

~ @sylvia26 { Amberkit } ~
~ @dino. { Bumblestar} ~

TW: Some Mild Violence
The russet tabby tom-kit proceeded to hurtle towards the goal-stone, moss tumbling forward in front of him and dust at his heels. The confident young tom had a feeling that this was not going to be too complicated to finish off… in fact, he was already mouse-lengths away from reaching his chance to strike the moss all into the goal for the final time. Any worries that he might have had during the first half of this game of moss-ball had faded away, dying down into dust now that he was standing on the edge of winning the game, effortlessly sending the mossball sliding on towards the goal. His biggest worry at the moment was that Amberkit was going to get all fired ups it’s his victory and come running at him to shred him to pieces. If the kid’s psycho enough to tear up his own sis’, I’ve got to idea how far he’ll go, He reminded himself, narrowed amber gaze still locked on the goal in front of him. His light whiskers twitched. But who’s saying he would even manage to lay a claw on me? I’d get him right back, I’m sure. All it would take is some courage! I guess that’s ignorin’ the fact that I might be too freaked out over the fact that hurtin’ ‘em would be break in’ some sort’a code… whatever, I’d get him off outta self defense, I’m sure of it. He reached his position to strike and braced himself to shoot the ball towards his goal, setting his aim in place. Here we are. Let’s get this over with… Then raising his paw, he prepared to sent it flying into the edge of the mossball. Only then did something stop him. It was a sound, the sound of fast pawsteps coming his way.

Rosekit felt his paw go limp, and puzzled, he shifted his head to look back at whatever was going on. That Amberkit? The young russet tabby started to ask himself. I guess I did call the guy a freak on multiple occasions… but… honestly, who knows, he’s definitely got some angry problems, eh… wait… yo… Upon noticing what was truly about to happen, Rosekit’s amber eyes flashed. His voice loud and clear in a shout, he exclaimed, “YO, YO- AY-” Rosekit’s angry denmate was coming at him full speed, claws unsheathed and eyes centered on him. With a small gasp, Rosekit stumbled back a little. The mossball finally finished it’s trail, scurrying on over to the goal and landing, therefore finishing their game with a score of 3 to 0, but Rosekit was far too busy mentally preparing to get shredded to care whatsoever. He’s… yeah, he’s actually… Rosekit tried to unsheathe his claws, but the fear of breaking rules was keeping them pressed in. He shivered a little. I’ve gotta get him away if he gets to me… but I can’t… no, wha… When Amberkit reached him, all Rosekit did was shut his eyes and leave his denmate to tear his claws through his fur.

Rosekit felt Amberkit’s claws make contact with his skin, and his heart skipped a beat. Oh, he’s actually trying to hurt me, he’s actually trying to hurt me- oh crap, crap, crap- he’s actually- AY- Amberkit’s claws snagged at the fur and flesh of the russet tabby tom-kit’s tail, tearing away and across his fur, and Rosekit hissed wildly. He swung around and swatted at his denmate, shouting, “Get off- I SAID GET THE HECK OFF OF ME!” It didn’t do much. Amberkit’s claws proceeded to tear through his fur. Rosekit’s heart sank when he began to feel some blood bubble up where his denmate’s little paw-nettles had met his skin, and sick to his stomach, he made his decision. This isn’t fair, it just isn’t fair… it’s only self-defense, c’mon… He forced himself to unsheathe his claws, and he raised a paw, wincing at the increasing pain in his tail. They can’t get me in trouble for not wantin’ more scars… they can’t! He prepared to sent his paws sliding across Amberkit’s face, but naturally, he didn’t get the chance. Amberkit stayed untouched and unharmed, because without warning, a large figure made it’s way in between them, preventing Amberkit from finishing his job. Rosekit tore his tail back to himself, and bouncing onto his toes with the fur flying up along his spine and neck, he leapt backward. To Amberkit, the russet tabby spat, “You’re disgusting! A freak! Absolutely disgusting and a brainless wreck”

Rosekit didn’t bother to look at their game-visitor before darting over to stand beside them underneath their shadow. His heart was beating itself to death, and the russet tom-kit was holding his breath as if the stillness of his breathing would slow down his thoughts and heartbeat. Whoa, whoa, whoa… Slowly, he began to turn his head up to identify the cat standing beside him. …What was that… what was… that… Bumblestar…? Really? Oh, thank the stars… this Amberkit Freak… He recognized the scarred cream and brown tabby, heart slowly beginning to slow its beating pace. ThunderClan’s leader was bound to have witnessed all of the chaos… it had been quite obvious. As far as Rosekit was concerned, it was rather unusual to find kittens tearing one another apart in the middle of the clearing. Their unexpected sprawl had probably been as noticeable as can be. Rosekit listened to what his leader had to say, barely processing some of it, silent with his ears falling back a little. It was in moments like these where he truly felt his age, confused and startled. He caught onto the fact that Bumblestar wanted to wait with Amberkit for his parents- and for obvious reasons- as well as Amberkit’s reluctance to do so.

Eyes wide and unblinking, Rosekit looked at his crazy denmate, muscles still braced to defend himself if need be. Amberkit began to question Bumblestar, demanding she tell him why he had any reason to follow her to the entrance to wait for his parents, Ashshadow and Flamestrike. Rosekit felt his surprise take a sudden turn, beginning to drop into anger. What was his freaky excuse for a denmate thinking, going off and (a), tearing up his sister, (b), tearing up Rosekit, and (c), literally asking Bumblestar why she wanted to speak with his parents. Oh, ha, Rosekit started to think, usual sarcasm building back up. His eyes burned with frustration. Ha, yeah, she just felt like it- HECK NO, moron! Ya’ can’t go rippin’ up your clanmates and actin’ like nothin’s wrong with it! Idiot, freak… psycho… He silenced his thoughts to straighten and step out of Bumblestar’s way, just in case he had gotten too close. Oh, the trouble Amberkit was about to get into. Rosekit wished so desperately that he could watch the punishment happen, but he was happy with anything. Anything to teach Amberkit a lesson about how to avoid being a brat.

Rosekit shuddered on final time. It was obviously wrong of Amberkit to attack him like he had, but what could Rosekit do about it other than watch as he got lectured? And who knows, maybe Bumblestar’ll get fed up with my constant presence and shoo me off while she snaps at ‘em… that’ll awfully be upsetting. Grumpy, Rosekit felt a growl rumble in his throat, eyes flashing again when he caught sight of Amberkit, eyes narrowed, sneaking like he owned the world. Great Stars, this kid… I’ve gotta say somethin’, I can’t just hold my tongue forever! It’ll make me look like some sort’a cowards, that’s for sure! Rosekit took a deep breath, and slightly shakily, muttered to Amberkit, “Y’know, when I said, ‘Catch me if Ya’ Can’, I didn’t mean like that. Ya’ve gotta be the biggest idiot I’ve set my sights on, and I’ve set my sights on a whole heck-ton’a idiots,” He spoke the shakiness from his voice, the usual strength returning to his tone as he went on. “Listen, I don’t give a crap about how ya’ were raised or whatever… man, this is messed up! First Moonkit, an’ she didn’t even do anythin’ but miss a ball, then me- speakin’ of missin’ a ball… mossball! Literally MOSSBALL! You’ve got some real delicate anger issues… so you’re sensitive. Calm it down, maybe you’ll quit shreddin’ apart your clanmates! Try that for a change!”

Rosekit felt no shame in telling off his denmate. Under no circumstances did Rosekit believe a cat should have any right to harm their clanmate if self-defense wasn’t their back-up excuse, even with some other reason or excuse. It disgusted him. Rosekit felt his gaze shift down in the direction of his wounds, preparing for quite a sight. He could recall being told about battles, fights, and chaos, and this hadn’t been anything more than he had expected from pain and fright. But that wasn’t the issue. The issue was the this was a clanmate trying to hurt him, another tom-kit who’s job was to be there for him as a clanmate- and denmate, for that matter- instead ripping up his tail. It was completely backwards. An’ boy, if he gets into a fight with a clanmate during an actual battle, I’m happy to watch the drama unfold… nah, nevermind. I’LL ACTUALLY BE A DECENT THUNDERCLAN CAT, AND I’LL MOVE ON! If this guy can’t even handle mossball, he’s definitely gonna fail life so, so easily. I’m sooooo excited to watch his miserable life UNRAVEL!

Rosekit tilted his head to stare up at Bumblestar. Then quieter, he began to speak. “I’m pretty dang sorry for all this chaos and crap, ma’am. If I’d of known this kid was a freak, I wouldn’t’a bothered to let ‘em join in on our game. Also-” Anger snapping right back into him, Rosekit turned his head to the camp entrance. “-said he’s got parents? Like, actually? That ain’t right… then why the heck did he learn to rip up his denmates over little baby games? What kind’a trouble does he get in with his parents?” Rosekit sniffed and sneered, then added, “Does it go like, ‘Oh, Amberkit, you’ve gone a whole day without hurtin’ somebody, get your butt outta the nursery and go tear up your sister!’ Like, what?” He turned back to glower at Amberkit. Then he finalized it all, snapping, “And again, the whole she-cat thing. I swear, Amberkit… if I was a she-kit right now, I would take my claws and shove them into your dumb lil’ eyes. It’s kinda funny- maybe Bumblestar heard ya’ hatin’ on she-cats! That’s obviously gonna make her like ya’ more.” Rosekit glanced quickly up at his leader, before landing his gaze back on Amberkit and rolling his eyes at him. “Tch. Watch her show ya’ how gals, guys, an’ all the rest are all in the same level when she teaches ya’ a lesson on how to avoid rippin’ up your clanmates. Enjoy her anger, Amberkit.”

At that, Rosekit shut his mouth and found his gaze falling down to Amberkit’s claws. Like little black nettles, they were bloodied with Rosekit’s own blood, and the sight only made the russet tabby tom-kit more angry. Yeah, yeah… disgusting. Bumblestar’ll teach ‘em, I’m sure. It was getting much less frightening, seeing his blood on his denmate’s claws. Now that Rosekit out more thoughts and simple grumpiness into it, the sight was becoming more hilariously stupid than frightening. This was how Amberkit dealt with his emotional problems. Violence. Unethical violence. He clearly had some emotional stuff to work on. Rosekit shook his head and moved onto the next thought. Looking on the bright side, now that he was calmed down enough to even locate it, this just added onto his experience. In a battle one day, he would understand the startle and move on quickly. Again, it was funny… literally everything he did was suddenly becoming some sort of training exercise, and apparently that included Amberkit’s claws crawling through his skin. Interesting, Rosekit thought to himself, left ear twitching. Maybe he’ll get ‘emself exiled as an apprentice and I’ll be allowed to claw him to deal one day for invadin’ our territory. That’s an idea. Or, better yet, he would learn his lesson on unjustified violence before the time game. Rosekit sighed deeply. Well for now, we’ve all gotta deal with his crap. And once this is over, I’ve gotta head on o’er to the medicine den, joinin’ Moonkit in there. Dang it, that’s where the Plant-Extremists work. Whatever. I’ll be relaxin’ in there while Amberkit gets his pelt clawed off for bein’ a jerk.

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Rosekit had decided to add his special comment about Dawnkit’s possible future struggles with hunting mindlessly, just as he did most of his remarks and sassy responses. As usual, he thought nothing of it afterwards, and instead, he bent down tot ale another sip from the creek. Sassiness and rudeness came to him naturally, and no matter how hard he tried to be a bit kinder to others, he wasn’t going to get rid of his personality any time soon. For now Rosekit could only hope that those who fell victim to his remarks handled them well, similarly to how Rosekit himself dealt with most criticism. If Dawnkit gets offended by my personality, that’s great- too bad. But so far she’s seemin’ to be a’ight with it, so I’ll leave ‘er be for now.

Something inside of Rosekit was holding him back from being too terribly rude to the tortoiseshell she-kit, and there were several things that payed a role in this situation. For one, there was the fact that she had not gotten too angry with him for the dirty mouse. For some mysterious reason, the she-kit had just accepted the sight of it and moved on, without the slightest bit of commentary on the subject. In addition, she seemed to have forgiven Rosekit for his outburst form the night before, and that seemed to be something that many cats didn’t have the gut to do. Once someone offended them, they were officially on their bad list. Dawnkit, however, had gotten over it the moment she heard Rosekit’s apology. Heck, Rosekit had apologized reluctantly, and she still took it well. The russet tabby had to admire his denmate’s emotional flexibility. It was truly amazing how she could be so kindhearted but also have no friends.

Rosekit briefly thought about the way his own methods of coping with criticism had helped him with his social life recently. He could remember building off of constructive criticism clearly in his mind, especially when warriors and other older cats would offer to teach him things and include their comments and judgement in their reactions. To Rosekit, criticism was helpful. This is why the russet tabby tom-kit just liked to assume that Dawnkit had led it the same way. It was helpful, was it not? What was there to feel bad about? Rosekit resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he drank from the creek. Guess the sensitive cats’r just afraid to improve. Dang, those sad lil’ wimps.

Earlier on, Rosekit had watched with bored amber eyes as Dawnkit’s gaze fell upon the dirty mouse he had given her. She can handle some dirt, He thought to himself, forcing guilt away to sit unacknowledged in the back of his mind. He kept watching even once he noticed the short glimpse of frustration that flashed across the she-kit’s face at the sight of his muddy mouse-gift, raising his eyebrows when she didn’t mention the dirt and grit. Instead of throwing her irritation at him with her words, she casually tried to brush the mud off as best as she could, leaving Rosekit to watch in silent surprise. Quickly, Rosekit blinked away his surprise and went right back to thinking up his next conversation starter. Once the idea of talking about her possible hunting struggles popped into his head, the dirty mouse was completely out of his mind.

Rosekit began to talk about hunting and how he expected Dawnkit to struggle with her little dislike of feathers and fur. Some who training was always haunting his conversations. Rosekit could be talking about dirt place and in some way, shape, or form, he would drag apprenticeship and training topics into the conversations. It was one of Rosekit’s habits that he felt no need to work on. What was wrong with putting a little bit of extra thought into his future? He didn’t quite understand that fact that there were several things he was overthinking, too confident in himself thanks to his levels of motivation, but he had a right to give himself plenty of credit. Chances were, with this confidence and motivation, Rosekit was going to live a happy and healthy life of well-leveled self-esteem and confidence.

Rosekit kept on speaking, slowly but surely beginning to notice that Dawnkit was silent respectful through and through. When he closed his mouth to end the little ramble, he squinted at her through a narrowed gaze and bit his lower lip lightly. Weird kit, He mused, tail tip tapping against the ground in thought. I guess she’s just the type who’ll break into a conversation, sure, but also stay decently quiet durin’ it. To annoyin’ in polite ways, like that makes any sense… pfft. With that last thought, Rosekit began to wait for the tortoiseshell she-kit to respond to his questions. As he sat quietly, he hooked his not-so-dirty vole with a silver claw, dragged it towards him and bent his head to take another bite. When he heard her voice, his gaze flickered up towards her face as she answered him.

Dawnkit told him that she thought he might be right to doubt her future hunting skills, and with a slight scoff, Rosekit rolled his eyes. Yeah, duh! The russet and brown tabby followed Dawnkit with his eyes as she paused tot see another bite of her mouse, eyes eventually landing on the dead creature. M’honestly surprised she can be eatin’ that hairy thing… it’s got some fur! Oh, oh, oh… her poor teeth, ha! Rosekit hid his smirk behind his gold and proceeded to eat as Dawnkit continued. Dawnkit reminded him that she didn’t like birds and other things, and due to that, she thought that she would struggle with hunting later in life. She told Rosekit that she didn’t really want to be stuck in camp, and eyebrows furrowing, the tabby tom-kit told himself, Yeah, I feel that. I also deal with it, she outta do the same- Dawnkit let him know that she didn’t normally play hunting with the other kits. Rosekit looked up from his vole with a curt nod of agreement. Sociability wasn’t completely his cliché yet, and even though he was getting the hang of friendship now, training and friends still didn’t line up properly in his head. Work and fun were two completely separate departments to him, two good things that didn’t come together very well.

Then suddenly, Dawnkit brought up the idea of Rosekit ‘getting her used to hunting.’ She told him that she didn’t normally play prey-hunting kinds of games with other kittens. Rosekit had to agree with her-yesterday’s moss all was really the first game he had ever put actual effort into playing. And even that had not been too extremely interesting, excluding the unexpected events that had followed the game. But then Rosekit thought back to Dawnkit’s previous thought. Maybe he could help her get used to it? What’s that s’posed to mean? He asked himself, poking at the dirt beneath him eith his claws. Help ‘er? Show ‘er soemthin’? TEACH ‘er??? He silenced his thoughts to listen to what all else the she-kit had to say.

When Dawnkit paused again, Rosekit blinked and hoisted himself back into proper posture. He stared at her as she silently made her decision to admit to her social problems. When his tortoiseshell denmate told him that the other kittens around weren’t too fond of her, Rosekit barely held back another grin. Well, ain’t like I can blame ‘em… He thought to himself, tail tip twitching. I wasn’t too fond’a ’er when I first met ‘er either. But she seems alright now that we’re gettin’ back in the same page. I’d ‘ave expected ‘er to have at least one friend, but ‘ey, she does like ‘ta barge in on conversations an’ interactions, so I dunno. Maybe she deserves some of her struggles, I guess. At those last words, Dawnkit fell quieter.

Rosekit thought back to the topic of ‘maybe getting Dawnkit used to hunting.’ His whiskers bounced with another twitch, and he brightened a little. This could work as his chance to get experience beyond just learning from others… he could teach somebody else. It was a chance that he seriously wanted to take, even with Dawnkit’s flaws. So briskly, Rosekit took the opportunity into consideration. I could do what all of the other warriors have been doin’ so far, just give ‘er a lil’ demonstration, I guess, He suggested to himself. Another idea popped into his head, but he sent it flying out as quickly as it had come. Or I could be the target… nah. I’ll wait a bit before bein’ a target again- involuntary or not, doesn’t matter, still stressful. Not that I’m afraid Dawnkit’s do something’ like the Amberkit freak, but still. Nah, never. Imma just show ‘er how to do it an’ let ‘er try it out.

Rosekit grunted and made sure to get to “work” as quickly as he could. He leapt onto all four paws and turned to fully face Dawnkit with a smirk. “Oh, I agree. I’m sure you’ll be a real crappy hunter one day- just half-kidding, I wanna try an’ help ya’.” He took a step back and stretched his paws as he spoke. Slowly and casually, he explained, “So I’m gonna try an’ show ya’ somethin’. I’ve been learnin’ will various warriors about how’ta hunt an’ how’ta fight, so… why not spread some knowledge, eh?” He sniffed and waited a moment, thinking. But then again, won’t that mean that others’ll have an easier chance’a getting as skilled as me? Oh… NAH! Nah… if I’m just show in’ ‘er somethin’ decently easy an’ then tellin’ ‘er what she did wrong, I should be fine. He gave himself a quick nod that Dawnkit may or may not have noticed.

“Alright, so I’m gonna show ya’ my huntin’ crouch, ‘kay?” Rosekit didn’t wait for a response, and instead he braced his paws. “Watch closely, I’ll only say the most important details out loud. Here goes nothin’.” With that albeing ngsode a burst of confidence and energy, Rosekit dropped down into a crouch, swiftly editing whatever wasn’t right. Alright… paw weight, eyes, speed, target… Rosekit reminded himself. He took a glance around for anything that could work as a target, eventually finding a small stone a fox-length or two away from the two of them, the opposite direction from the drinking-creek. Rosekit grunted. “‘Kay. That rock o’er there, see it? That’s what I’m aimin’ for. Now again, eyes focused if ya’ wanna catch into the real details!”

Rose’Kit steadied out the weight of his body onto all four of his paws, locking his stare on the stone at the center of his vision. Just to put an emphasis on his paws for Dawnkit, he shifted them for a second. “First ya’ even out your weight onto each’a your paws, a’ight? That’s for good balance, I’d expect…” He stopped shifting his paws and with a bright amber gaze still locked into place on the stone, he continued. “Don’t take your eyes off the prey-thing, cause I did for less than a sec’ one time, and just like that, BOOM! It just flew off into the distance.” He shifted his tail, and added, “Tail. It’s gotta be parallel to the ground, otherwise balance is gonna suck. Like, actually. Ya’d be surprised how stupid ya’ feel without your tail angled right… fallin’ suddenly gets a whooooole lot easier. And finally…” He took a deep breath, and soon after, began to inch forward towards the stone. “Speed an’ silence. Ever heard’a the phrase, ‘Slow an’ steady wins the race’? Well, not really, actually, ‘cause if your slow, say goodbye’ta your chances. If ya’ don’t bother to get to your target quickly, well congrats, now it’s gone. Prey animals ain’t unmovin’ rocks- they stop with purpose, then they leave again…” He was getting pretty close to his target now, still silent and careful. “So speed certainly matters… but don’t go so fast ya’ start poundin’ right? Ain’t no prey gonna stay ‘round once some giant feline comes bangin’ in their direction. Even mice aren’t that stupid. Gotta stay quiet… quiet and fairly quick, that is…” Then finally, he stopped a mouse-length away from his target, eyes falling extra narrow. “…and then ya’ pounce.”

With a little and fairly graceful pounce, paws outstretched, Rosekit landed on the stone. He deluged his fake killing blow, bending his head and pretending to bite the object’s ‘neck’. A little memory of him tackling and shredding the other leaf with Raggedear popped into the russet tabby tom-kit’s mind, and he fought the urge to start laughing at himself. At least I’m not as confused this time… that’d CLEARLY make Dawnkit trust my abilities more… hehe… AhemSARCASMAhem. He shook his pelt and hopped back up into a standing position.

With his demonstration finished, Rosekit turned his head back around to face his denmate. With a small, mildly impatient smile, he finished it off with a quick speech. “Alright… so I hope ya’ caught onto the most important things there, cause I ain’t gonna demonstrate again. Paw even weight, focus of the eyes, speed, silence, an’ all the rest, ay? Got all that? Good.” He had added the ‘good’ due to being too lazy to wait for a proper response. “Now I understand that ya’ aren’t too confident with the idea’a huntin’, but…” He made sure to fake a look of sympathy and understanding for just a moment, before trying to surprise the she-kit by suddenly baring his teeth and snarling, “…YOU’LL DEAL WITH IT! Oh, love me some pranks… fun, right?” At that, he stepped aside to make way for Dawnkit’s hopefully-soon-to-be-attempt at a hunting crouch and pounce.

He sighed a long sigh before raising his paw and using it to gesture Dawnkit towards the stone. “A’ight, let’s get a move on… go ahead an’ try, I’ll only judge in my head, constructive-criticism excluded.” He took one final glance towards the stone. “An’ even though it ain’t gonna magically grow legs an’ run off while ya’ head towards it, I’ll still want ya’ to hurry, ‘kay? Take too long an’ I’ll kick it out of the way, you’ll have to change direction silently and get to its new location. ALRIGHT!” Finally, he looked back at Dawnkit and offered a hesitant nod. “…So… go ahead, then.”

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// If Dawnkit decides to actually try out the crouch, if she takes to long, I am happily giving you permission to say that Rosekit moved the stone out of the way. Won’t be power playing at all, you’ve got my permission if you’re interested- of cours, not required. \\

~ @AriaTheFiremaiden { Dawnkit }

[Lightningpaw666]

Originally Posted by Madelaine

Mumblekit
[ She/Her - Thunderclan Kit -
Purrks: none ]

She looked at him. She wasn't angry and you could tell on her face. She still showed she was worried. Would this feeling ever go away? It would once she saw her sibling was back and safe. It made her feel sad over her mother and littermates death a moon ago. She knew the feeling of being alone until Skunkridge stepped in to help her.

She looked at the entrance then back at Peachkit. "My older warrior sibling is in the battle. He's the only family I have and I don't want to loose her. They take care of me and make sure I have a good life.", she replied. She felt sick to her stomach. All this stress was getting to her. She closed her eyes and everything felt better.

Mumblekit opened them once she felt better. At least a little bit better.

[ @kenjaku; ]

Brackenclaw: 22 moons Large Maine Coon with long dark brown fur orange eyes that seem to pierce into any cat he looks at and rippling muscles with a very deep and dark voice.

Brackenclaw would be unable to stop himself as he watched the kit agonize over if their sibling would be fine in the battle. Truth be told Brackenclaw was itching to join the battle but his place was here in camp this time it would seem to keep the camp guarded just in case. Brackenclaw padded over to the kits in the entrance. He would move his fluffy tail to rest on the kits shoulder. "I wouldn't be too worried about your sibling Mumblekit they are with Bumblestar and some good Warriors. And if your sibling made Warrior they can handle themselves. Plus they have them softhearted bunnies backing them. I'm sure some Bunny would get involved if they needed help if none of the Thunderclan cats were around." Brackenclaw mewed deeply trying to take the natural deep and intimidating edge out of his voice for a much kinder and gentler one. Brackenclaw wasn't sure what he did to deserve his all around intimidating appearance and sound but he wasn't a bad cat. Just born to look and sound bad. A curse if you would. @Madelaine

[AriaTheFiremaiden]

@Weekend-Wondering
Dawnkit/3 moons

Dawnkit finished off her mouse as Rosekit thought. For a kit that rambles a lots, ya sure do think for a while too. She decided she couldn't fault himbfor that, not when she did the same. So she waited for him to gather his words, like minnows in a stream.

The tom started with a last word to her hunting, and she sort of expected that, given her time with him so far. He prolly don't have time to teach me, gotta snap at warriors and such. Better be prepareds. Then she blinked, as the exact opposite happened, as if Starclan had tried irony on for size. Not to be rudes ta Starclan, she thought quickly, as Rosekit said he'd show her a hunting crouch. A rush of joy filled her, and she padded closer to watch.

He was aiming for a small rock on their right and began explaining the key things to a crouch. Paw weight, tail, eyes, speed, and silence. Dawnkit repeated those words in her mind. She had to get this right.

Dawnkit noticed as he crept across the clearing, his amber eyes narrowed in concentration. He was only 3 and a half moons, but Rosekit acted like a full grown apprentice. He'd be good at leadership things once he was a warrior. She focused as Rosekit headed back to her.

She only half listened as he went over the basics again. Suddenly, he bared his teeth and hissed "YOU'LL DEAL WITH IT!" Dawnkit jumped back, tail curling over her face, unexplainable terror clouding her vision. He told her it was a prank just after, but that didn't calm her by much. A brief flash memory crossed her mind of a dark figure, a cat, it had to be, yowling at someone else before her head cleared and she crouched, panting.

After a few seconds Dawnkit got up. She had to practice her crouch. She balanced her paws, stuck her tail straight out behind her, and focused on the rock. Nothing mattered except getting this right. She started creeping towards it, quickly and quietly, narrowly avoiding a twig in her path. She reached the rock, then turned around, looking at Rosekit for his response.

[kailie]

Larkswoop existed.

[Weekend-Wondering]

Rosekit
Header by @/Dolomedes / Male / About 5 Moons / ThunderClan / Sexuality Unknown
Chocolate-brown and russet tabby Tom with fluffy fur and bright amber eyes, thin scars on his legs and a large scar shaved across the bottom half of his face that exposes several teeth

“Sure, I’ve got half a face, but you’ve got yourself half a brain, so I’m sure we’ll get along just fine, ey?”
~Rosekit

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Rosekit stood still with his eyes on his tortoiseshell denmate, just moments before he had decided to pull his Snap-and-Surprise prank on the innocent she-kit. It was beginning to feel incredibly backwards for Rosekit himself to be doing the teaching, because it every previous training encounter he had experienced during his lifetime, it had always been somebody else’s knowledge getting passed down to him and never the other way around. And yet here he was, still holding onto his kit rank, already coughing up some advice for somebody else. It made the young tom extra proud of the skills that he had picked up along the way, proud of the fact that he was good enough to show others at his same age the things that they didn’t know. Rosekit was even beginning to debate trying things like this out more often- just to show off around his denmates.

The russet tabby tom-kit found his gaze wandering back to the nursery once again, and the image of kittens sleeping lazily beside their parents, dreams building up in their heads, entered his mind. Well, not that I don’t sleep, but… The fluffy tabby narrowed his eyes and proceeded to squint at his den. …now I’m over here thinkin’ ‘bout what all Raggedear said to me, the stuff ‘bout how I’m no different just for wantin’ to be best of the best, that stuff. Why didn’t I think’a that earlier? Ain’t it my job to just watch an’ observe, bein’ a kit and all? I should’a caught on earlier… ha, idiotic me… He sniffed and turned back to face Dawnkit, mindlessly beginning his decision to throw out a small prank. As he decided, he multitasked and kept on thinking. Anyway, what I mean is they’re over there relaxing more than me… well, a bunch of them, that is. There could easily be exceptions, but I wouldn’t know. Hopefully I put in the extra work by workin’ harder than ‘em all and puttin’ in some extra effort. I better, ‘cause otherwise there ain’t a point to all’a this trainin’ crap I’ve got myself all wound up in, now is there?

The russet tabby knew for a fact that it wasn’t exactly an average event to find a kitten turning his ‘fun little game of mossball’ into a hardcore training session and/or educational opportunity, but that was not enough to satisfy the fluffy tom. What Rosekit needed to know was that he would have a good head start by the time he became an apprentice, and it was going to take a while for the result of that to show itself. In other words, he would only feel fulfilled once he made it to his apprenticeship and got that oh-so-great ‘paw’ into his title. Only then would he truly see the confirmed outcome of his self-created “training sessions” such as this. Some of ThunderClan’s warriors have told me that my mentor’ll be happy with some’a their workload gettin’ taken off’a their shoulders. See? Here’s why I’m preparin’! I don’t wanna be the reason my mentor hates cats my age, so why not start avoidin’ that sorta thing early? There’s a whole lot I can change in my future just base’n off of what I’m doin’ now. It’s pretty crazy, but pretty cool, too. With that thought out of the way, Rosekit prepared to toss out his prank.

He went through the quick process of staying calm and suddenly seeming to have quite a dramatic mood swing, frightening his tortoiseshell denmate and snapping at her, before leaning back and smirking at her. Ah, lovely- now time to hope I didn’t traumatize ‘er TOO too badly with that, hehe- like I said, love pranks, and so far, they’ve never gone too far for me. I’m just that nice with ‘em all, just enough to avoid crossin’ others’ boundaries. Guess that makes me the bets kind’a prankster… huh. Cool. But just in case there was something he wasn’t seeing, Rosekit focused his amber gaze on Dawnkit’d face to get a closer look at her reaction. Sometimes he had to look more closely to see the real emotions cats were feeling. He had never been the best at reading facial expressions, especially with kittens and elderly cats. Hey, if I scared ‘er too much, at least I know she accepts apologies, and that’s just thanks to my pride-sacrifice earlier this mornin’. Anyway, I bet she- wait… huh…

That was when Rosekit noticed something unexpected. Dawnkit made a sudden leap backward, tail flying over her face. A heavy wave of surprise fell over the tabby tom-kit at the sight of her reaction. He had been expecting a slight jump, nothing anywhere this much of a scene, but he could only assume that a smile was developing behind the fur of her tail. But once he kept on staring at Dawnkit, Rosekit came to realize that there was no smile at all. With a surge of confusion, Rosekit felt himself go stiff, and eyebrows furrowing, he forced his vision to land directly on Dawnkit’s face. Something wasn’t right here, she wasn’t laughing. She wasn’t even smiling. Instead, there was instant fear flashing across the young she-kit’s gaze, and all of Rosekit’s hopes in a safe, friendly reaction were crushed. He felt his stomach clench and turn at the sight of the pure terror in her eyes.

Eventually, Dawnkit seemed to begin to get over her freak out and get back on her feet. With wide, unblinking eyes, Rosekit stared her down. Yo, the heck was all’a that crap… He wondered silently, confusion building up and becoming obvious in his gaze. That ain’t right… yeah, nah. Nobody goes flyin’ backward in fear when some little angsty tom-kit snaps at ‘em. There’s somethin’ more, I’m guessin’! He scanned Dawnkit briefly for any sight of some sort of scar or mark that could suggest that she had some kind of issue during he past, but from that quick and mildly lazy scan, he didn’t notice anything. She looked just fine, at least on the outside. I guess whatever it is could’a been some sorta verbal thing… not sure who her siblings an’ parents are, but maybe they weren’t the best… or… ah, shut up, self! He shook his head to clear the thoughts, finally blinking and abandoning the subject of Dawnkit’s apparent struggle of the past. Whatever, I ain’t gonna pry on her business. Heck, my scar’s been followin’ me everywhere I go, and it ain’t like I’ve got even the slightest idea where it came from. I don’t care much anyway, either, so let’s get a move on with this. Back to trainin’ things, I s’pose.

A few seconds after Dawnkit had panicked in response to Rosekit’s prank, she got up and prepared to try out the crouch. The russet tabby tom felt ready to judge and praise, the severity of his criticism depending on how successful Dawnkit ended up being with her pounce attempt. My balance was real crappy when I first started, so I shouldn’t be TOO bratty ‘bout that… everything else though? Ah, heck it, I’ll yell at ‘er all I wanna! He watched carefully as Dawnkit balanced her paws, starting to take note on as much as he could, scavenging the fight out for any possible mistakes that Dawnkit could possibly be making. Balance, weight, speed, sound… balance, weight, speed, sound… The tabby kit repeated on loop in his mind, tracing each and every step that his denmate made until she fully reached her balance. He saw the multicolored she-kit’s tail stick straight out from behind her, just as he had demonstrated, and he felt his heart lift a little. It was out of character for him to feel proud of anybody, so of course he wasn’t happy with pride in her; Rosekit was proud of himself for doing well with his crouch example. Perfect, first step to warriorhood! His thoughts announced. Now I’ll be a great mentor, AHA- He shut his brain up to keep on watching Dawnkit. She was focusing on the rock he had instructed her to… well, attack, centering her attention int he small object just as Rosekit himself had shown her a minute or two ago during his own performance. The russet and brown kit’s whiskers twitched in interest. She had caught onto the most important details, it seemed, so he was going to have to try a bit harder to find the deeper-detailed mistakes, as well as just pray to the stars that he actually knew what they were.

When Dawnkit began to creep towards the little stone, Rosekit felt the energy of anticipation pulse through his veins. It may not have been him performing the stalking of the stone, but it still energized him to judge the success of others. Adrenaline could come soaring into him no matter what, and whether or not he was the one doing the work on not normally didn’t matter in the least. Dawnkit seemed to have made note of the whole speed and silence mixture that Rosekit had explained and shown to her, because when she moved, she did it briskly and quietly. Rosekit watched her narrowly avoid a twig that had made its way into her path, and he bit back a snicker. Nice. She’s scared’a some tree-ly remains… such a good hunter, obviously!

He blinked to get rid of the sarcasm and stiffly returned to observing Dawnkit as she crept towards the stone ahead of her. Eventually the tortoiseshell she-kit reached the stone, sending an unexpected pinch of relief stinging in Rosekit’s heart. He hadn’t put much thought into it, but once she reached her goal, Rosekit finally came to understand the stress of her success, alongside the idea that if she failed to succeed then that meant he had failed to teach her. Well, that isn’t exactly true… but ya’ can’t help but think it, I think… right…? His lip curled a little. Goddang… mentor’s have gotta deal with this every day? Jeez, may as well just avoid apprentices if they can help it. The warriors, that is… eh, I’ve got nothin’ to worry about yet. First step is to get through this lil’ session, and I’m thinkin’ its ’bout to be over anyway.

Rosekit took a deep breath and started to think over his response. Judging from the fact that her stalk and pounce had proved itself to be decently successful, Rosekit had a feeling that this tiny training session was coming to an early end. He had nothing against this, thanks to his developing urge to go take a walk around camp by himself without Dawnkit breathing over his shoulder the entire time, but he also understood that Dawnkit deserved a proper response. So for a moment, Rosekit stayed silent, thinking over what he should tell her. I s’pose she DID avoid a twig, there wasn’t exactly any point to that. Apprentices an’ warriors outta put all’a their focus into the necessary stuff and ONLY the necessary stuff when huntin’ an’ fightin’, and things like twigs are pretty insignificant. Well, they DO make sound… ah, crap! What did she do wrong?! Whatever. I’ll just yell at ‘er for what all she doesn’t know how to do yet.., sure. Now, praise. He sighed deeply and slumped down into a sitting position, giving up on good posture and letting him fall into an unattractive slouch. His left ear twitched. So balance was great, speed was accurate, she was quiet, she was careful… yeah, I dunno. I’ve got nothin’ to criticize. Guess she did as well as a kitten could do… well, whatever, that’s all I’ve gotta tell ‘er. I’ll figure soemthin’ out while I’m out and about ramblin’, I’m sure of it.

“A’ight, Prolly. That was decent, and there isn’t much negative stuff I can say ‘bout it, ‘Kay?” The tabby tom-kit cringed at the slight rasp in his voice when he spoke. He then lowered himself down to the creek again to take another sip, and once he was finished, he looked up with a grunt. “Sorry. Anyway, ya’ were well-balanced, decently organized with those clumsy paws of yours, and generally well calculated. Ya’ also stayed quiet and smooth when movin’ ‘round and ‘bout, so good job there. All I can say is that… uh… YA’ DONE GOOD.” He stared at her quietly for a moment, thinking of something else to say, until finally, it entered his mind. “Though… that ain’t all there is to trainin’, just to confirm. You’ve gotta learn to dodge, run, sneak, climb, heck- fly- like, there’s a heck-ton’a trash they’re gonna throw at us, and all ya’ know so far is how to pounce. So you’ve got yourself an obvious weakness and/or disadvantage here… ‘almost everything.’ So congrats, you can jump on a rock, now try single-handedly killin’ all’a ThunderClan’s enemies, hehe… actually don’t, you’ll get exiled… BUT THAT’S BESIDES THE POINT!!!” He grinned.

“My point is, ya’ don’t know the half of it yet. Neither do I. So just ‘cause ya’ did well here doesn’t mean you’ll do well in huntin’ once ya’ have to learn’ta hunt an’ race after real creatures. That’s when the real deal begins.” Of course, Rosekit made sure to slip a joke into his explaination. “Oh, an’ speakin’a trainin’… let’s not forget romance. Many apprentices never get the hang’a that one… though I’m sure I’ll do just fine, uh, hehe… not so sure ‘bout you. No offense.” Yes, very much offense. His thoughts told Rosekit slickly as he finished off the last buts of his vole. I’ve gotta be nicer- but then again, what’s wrong with some simple romance humor?! She’ll live past it, I’m sure. We’ll recover from my mean jokes, she hasn’t got any right to care too much… He shrugged, mumbled, “Tch!” and began to await the tortoiseshell she-kit’s response.

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// This roleplay could end ranging from your next post to five decades from now, I have no preference! ^^ Hope you’re enjoying this! \\

~ @AriaTheFiremaiden { Dawnkit }

[Rani]

Bluepaw
Thunderclan Apprentice| She/her | 14 Moons

Primal Instincts | Mind Reader

It was the night of the battle. It was the night of the battle and Bluepaw was sitting her not one of the attacking patrol. To a degree she understood it, she didnt have battle training but these were the cats that'd ruined her life and she didnt even get to be apart of the group that killed them! No she was just left at home 'guarding' the camp like a kit.


With an upset huff the mauled molly rested her head on her paws, watching the camp entrance and waited tail flicking for her clanmates to finished what she so desperately wanted to do.