RiverClan Nursery

[sock]

Wheatkit
3 moons || he/him || small brown tom with orange calico markings, brown stripes near the tail with tiny spots near his rear; blue eyes

He crouched low, eyes fixed on the wall before him. Tail flicking, he quietly narrated his game. "Wheatstar crouches masterfully in the grass, watching the ShadowClan cats strut by," he began in a deep and dramatic voice. "He advances," Wheatkit whispered, padding forward carefully toward the wall. With closer examination, there was a small fly on it. A perfect pretend-ShadowClan-cat. The small tom wiggled his haunches. "Wheatstar prepares his super epic pounce, ready to fight the cat if it struggles. And in three... two... one... Pounce." At the word pounce, the small tom leaped. His eyes were locked on the insect, pupils like big dark pools in his light blue eyes. Wheatkit squealed, watching the bug fly from the wall and away from his outstretched paws. "NO! Wheatstar wasn't supposed to miss!" He shouted at the small critter as if it knew they were playing a game. Wheatkit plopped down, fuming silently as he groomed his pelt.

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[Tecumori]

Lionkit
Riverclan | Kit | He/Him | 2 moons
a cream pelted, thick-furred tom kit
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Lionkit watched as Wheatkit failed to catch the fly and snickered. "Some leader you are; can't even catch a little fly!" The fly continued to buzz around the nursery before landing on the wall once again. Lionkit arched his back and unsheathed his claws, preparing his attack. "Let a pro show you how it's done!"

He stalked slowly towards the fly, keeping low to the ground as Wheatkit had done earlier. When he felt he was within striking distance, he wiggled his haunches and lept into the air, propelling himself face-first into the wall. He missed the fly by a whisker and left a sizable mark on his nose. He pawed at the injury and groaned.

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[gravekeeper.]

@sock @Woodlow

Ivykit stared at the two kits. "You're bullying him over not catching a fly, yet you also fail to catch the fly. Some prey is just too difficult to catch. Like fish or bunnies." She stretched her paws, crouched, and pounced on the fly, just barely catching it.

[sock]

~ Wheatkit ~

He watched Lionkit with a frown, angry that the kit would tease him for his inexperienced hunting techniques. The small kit couldn't help but laugh when Lionkit failed to do so himself. "Loser!" He hid the word with some forced coughs. Then, another kit approached. She started patronizing Lionkit, and Wheatkit gave a smug smile, settling in to watch the nagging.

[ @Octavia! @Woodlow ]

[`-hollow-`]

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\ He/Him /
~ 5 moons ~
: a white tom with gray speckles on his face and legs, light blue eyes :

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Ghostkit slept snug in his nest, although his eyes were closed, he was still listening to the arguing of the kits, he honestly thought it was ridiculous! Pretending your some great leader and go and miss the fly- it was funny though-.

Then Lionkit- at least he thought it was Lionkit tried to prove he could do it and well.. he missed too! Pfft.

Then ANOTHER kit comes along and catches it! Finally someone put the pest to sleep, maybe she'll shut the other two up as well.

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[Kix]

Springkit
long furred torbie - 0 moon - She/Her

Springkit had been for once in her short life chilling in her nest instead of bothering some poor cat. Though she very much preferred to start throwing questions after questions at a bigger cat. Ears perked up when she started to hear arguments going on in the background. Ooh it sounded like someone was having fun with out her, even if she never interacted with them before. Jumping up in what seemed like a hurry she turned around to face the other kits in the den. "Whos a loser!?" she yelled, the tortie didn't know what was going on but she might just join in.

@sock @Woodlow @Octavia!

[Tecumori]

Lionkit
Riverclan | Kit | He/Him | 2 moons
a cream-pelted, thick-furred tom kit
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"Wha-Whatever! It's just a stupid fly. Warriors are meant to hunt real prey anyways; not bugs."

Who cares if Lionkit couldn't catch a fly? He wouldn't let such a pitiful insect get the better of him; and certainly not any of the other kits either. After all, he was confident he would become the best warrior out of all of them!

He growled, shooting a glare at Wheatkit. "And I am NOT a loser". His fur bristled as he spat the words out like venom. He would make the tom-kit eat his words. He would show them all just what an amazing warrior he was destined to be.

He squared his shoulders and puffed his chest out proudly. "How about you say that to my face and not under your breath; you coward". Lionkit, intent on restoring his hurt pride, was more than ready to challenge Wheatkit to a fight.

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[Kix]

Springkit
long furred torbie - 0 moon - She/Her

She still didn't understand what Lionkit was yelling about nor did she care to know at the moment. "Why hunt a bug when you can jump on a big cat!" she suggested, going after a bug was too easy. The tortie was sure someone would give into a group of kits trying to pile up on them. She couldn't think of one big cat that didn't seem to object to playing with a kit once in a while. "Ya'll better not start a fight in here, you'll ruin the nests and im not cleaning it up!" she pouted, she already have to do just that for the warriors den.

@sock @Octavia @Woodlow

[Ymir]

Moonkit waddeled around without a care in the world

[Rose]

Minkkit
She/Her

Minkkit had been making little odd noises to herself - chirping, humming, letting out a mrrrp here and there, and so on.

Until she met her friend, that was.

Her friend . . . fly.

Smiling to herself as she watched the little fly buzz around the Nursery, Minkkit could only watch with intrigue as a kitten - more specifically, Wheatkit - began pouncing after her friend. Ah, Fly was playing. That was nice. "Wheatstar miss miss miss." Minkkit chanted, all while smiling that eerie, oddly peaceful smile for a kit who'd just only a day ago witnessed the deaths of her aunt and sister.

Sky blue hues shifted in a different direction as new kits appeared - and then they tried to catch Fly Friend too! Gaze dancing with mirth, Minkkit sat and watched as her friend fly buzzed around, narrowly missing all the kits that were trying to catch it - until. . . until the fly got squished, that was.


"Fly... squish." Minkkit blurted, toddling over to the cluster of kittens. Specially - Ivykit. Blinking at the offender in question, the silvery she-kit glanced up at den ceiling. "The moon won't be happy, you see."

[ @sock - Wheatkit / @Leafie - Springkit / @Woodlow - Lionkit / @Octavia! - Ivykit | I just couldn't resist jumping in with Mink and her craziness, eeee ]