RiverClan Nursery

[Kix]

Springkit
long furred torbie - 1 moon - She/Her

She would make note to herself to avoid Shadowclanners in the future just from hearing the brief mention. Springkit preferred to mess with others who had sense to them but it seemed apparent that they didn't. "Shadowclan sound like a wild pack of animals!" came her side hand comment, was it needed? Probably not but she wasn't one to care that much. Here goes hope that when she eventually becomes an apprentice things are calm and not so chaotic like it seems so at the moment. Lucky for the warrior she wasn't concerned at the moment of escaping camp to the outside world, she still had to harass a few people in camp first. No one would escape her curiosity, and speaking of which she raised her head back up to the warrior, when had she looked away? She hadn't even thought that there was cats outside of the clans, she wondered how they even survived like that. "Outsiders? came out mumbled as she tilted her head.

Even if the warrior didn't tell her this she'd find out all of this sooner or later, be it in a lesson or finding someone to harass with questions. That sounded like a lot of information for her to take in all in one go, so many kinds of outsiders. "Why would they live outside of the clans though? clan life sounded better then the way they seemed to live. Especially kittypet life, who would want to live with twolegs and wear a loud something stupid around their neck. That made her scratch her neck at just the thought of it, it sounded really uncomfortable. Her attention returned back to the speaker again at the promise he was trying to make with her. Well, she guessed she could promise, she didn't really want to because part of her wanted to go out . "I promise" she answered and here came another question. Of course she wanted to be a warrior what else would she want to be, "Yeah! Of course! she answered.

@Captain

[puppeteer]

ducklingkit

| RC kit , newborn , they/she , @sol. @Poprock @wren @ares @Flaming Ice @TawnyNeedsACoffee |

There was a kind warmth, one that the small brown kit found comforting. Her darker brown rosettes dotted her pelt, leaving her belly and little toebeans to almost a cream white. There was a sudden burst of coldness, and Ducklingkit found themselves squealing to go back, almost crying true tears due to the cold. Shivers wracked their small body, and they did their utter best to scoot closer and closer to their parent. A nose, wet and cold, pushed her closer and she let out another squeal. But, soon enough, the cats transgressions against her would be forgotten as they found milk; thats all they needed. The small kit nursed until full and them promptly fell asleep, snoring and kicking only sometimes.

[HazelthePug]

Burntkit
A pale orange, small she-cat who often keeps to herself. Around 3 moons of age.

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In the corner of the nursery, a young kit hid under the shadows, her blue eyes being the only part of her to peer out into the rest of the den. She tended to avoid the entrances, and whether this was due to shyness, or something else, was unclear, yet it was worrying. Most kits her age had already resolved to leave the nursery, while she had kept within it. But between the dancing images in her vision, and what she heard of the warrior life, she felt content to lay in her nest, and blend into the familiar den.
And, she also saw little reason to go out. She had no mother to encourage her, nor was she especially close with any cats. She had grown stagnant, one could say, at the worst age to have such an "illness".

{open to anyone}

[Weekend-Wondering]

- Swankit -
~He/Him~
Small and silky furred white and gray tabby tom, with odd eyes: right eye blue, left eye pale yellow

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A short squeak, and the newborn felt himself slump to the ground.

Things were already showing signs of being wrong; the first thing the white and gray kit did once he met the ground was spout out a quiet cough. Just one, and yet, it stung the small tom’s chest. The fur of his siblings bristled next to his own, as the silky bundle opened his mouth to allow fresh air into his lungs. He breathed. He had already accomplished his first achievement: survive birth. His mother’s paw rested over him, and he twitched at the feeling of it.

It really was true that death could creep and suffocate you any moment in time.

But the kit was too young to fret over these things. Too young to do little as *think.* So at the time, the best thing he could do was… simply lay. Lay and breath. Lay and *live.* His chest heaved with several deep breaths, each slightly wavering due to the sudden blades of cold air finally meeting his skin. It was probably for the best that he had no idea that he had actually inherited an illness. Growing older, there would be no doubt he’d begin to hate it. His chest gave one more big heave before toning down, rising and falling just slightly. From a few fox-lengths away, you probably would have freaked out and thought he was dead. But no, he was very much alive. From up close, you could certainly tell the new RiverClan tom was breathing. Just quietly.

A nose nudged him, and he winced away a bit. The darkness corrupting his vision would have been very obnoxious if it weren’t for the fact that his brain was still unable to fully function. It surged, preventing him from spotting his surroundings. So when Lilycreek’s nose met his body, the tiny kit’s ears flattened against the top of his head. He pressed himself against his siblings, before shifting his tail over his face for warmth.

What a strange new world, Earth must’ve seemed to him at the time. Darkness, the smell of… himself + a bit of WindClan, the taste of his own fur on his tongue. But, again, for now, he just lay. Lay in a little fur bundle, like a dead mouse. Except for the whole eating part.

Pathetic as imaginable. And fortunately, he and his family would be able to find out if that would ever change one day.


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~ @Poprock (Cranekit) ~
~ @ares (Cormorantkit)~
~ @puppeteer (Ducklingkit) ~
~ @wren (Goosecurl) ~
~ @TawnyNeedsACoffee (Ospreykit) ~
~ @sol. (Lilycreek) ~

//So sorry if this is short/messy! Most of my posts contain like three to five paragraphs of thought… but you know. With someone literally less than thirty seconds old, can’t do much with that.\\

[TawnyNeedsACoffee]

• OspreyKit •
[She/Her]
[White and Grey Point Tabby lynx mix with bright blue eyes]
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They say there is a certain type of luck in the lottery of life. To be born is a gift from the heavens above and to die is the reward of a reaper that resides in the infinite void. Returning to the hands we were once lost from. No matter who or what you were, there was always a celebration to be had at the appearance of newly found life and a particular comfort in the final days of deathly embrace. To live or to die, there’s always accidents but there are never mistakes, as all things are destined to be by the string of fate and the visions of destiny. In such a vast world, all things must come to an end. Although, for this story, it was just the beginning.

“..mew…”

As cool air hit the the small bundle of fur, it let out a tiny cry in recognition of its new found sense of cognition. The tiny kitten wiggled slightly in protest as she was nudged by an unfamiliar object, only used to the kicking of her siblings and not this. This felt new to the kit, cold barren air, foreign noises and smells. Overwhelming. That’s all the tiny kit could feel, desperate for something familiar, she cried out as she weakly tried to find the familiar smells of her mother, her parent, they always brought the tiny kitten comfort, they were all she knew. Finally feeling something push her towards something warm and fluffy, she nuzzled in and started to suckle. Not realising how hungry she had been. Small, tiny, fragile. Her vision dark and devoid of anything in her sight. A bundle of joy had been brought into the world, the small kit had yet to know the great wonders of it all. But one day she shall see, she will be able to meet the ones that currently have her wrapped up in their paws of safety.

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(Ahhh sorry for dusty writing I hope it was okay, I didn’t know what to write)

° @Poprock - Cranekit
° @ares - Cormorantkit
° @puppeteer - Ducklingkit
° @wren - Goosecurl
° @Flaming Ice - Swankit
° @sol. - Lilycreek

[Watson.]

Goldkit would yawn, get up from his nest and sharpen his little claws on the brambles, out of boredom. Then, the kit would see a small cricket, and instantly he would crouch, letting his hunter's instincts flow. He would stalk the little insect and then he pounced, but falling on the floor. He gave up and returned to his nest very sore and dissapointed, he went back to sleep

[Watson.]

Goldkit is happily bouncing around the leaves, then all of a sudden his paws turn numb, he falls on the floor and shakes violently, he's clearly having a seizure. Even tough he hit his head several times he's okay, and when he recovers consciousness he crawls and limps weakly to the med den, waiting to be attended. He lays down to rest near the med den entrance

[Morrigan]

Mistfire rested peacefully in her soft nest her head rested on her gray paws.

(OPEN)

[serendipity.]

Kitekit stared off into space.

[Watson.]

Dogkit bounced around everywhere, trying to hunt a mosquito that bit him. The odd-pelted kit would unsheathe claws of one paw and pounce, stabbing his small kit claw on the black mosquito.