"If you think it's an okay name, then that explains why I'm not allowed to name kits." The warrior chuckled. There was an easy joke there, about a Skunkkit being smelly, but she refrained from telling it. "You understand what I meant."
Smokefern turned her gaze to the cats wandering the clearing. "I'm sure whatever names you decide on will be good ones. And that they'll be in good paws under your care."
Erminekit
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1 moon || he/him || shc kit short haired blue sepia with low white; yellow eyes
Not... hurt? Good means not hurt.
"Mhm... 'm good," Erminekit answers once he has the meaning of the word, still blinking up at the warrior with wonder in his pale gaze. Big cat. Not the biggest cat, but a big cat. Ermine is very small right now... he's gonna be big one day. The big cat asks his name, and that's something Erminekit actually knows the meaning of.
"Eerrrrrmiiiinneeekit," he sounds out each syllable, giving each more than enough space on his tongue to the point it doesn't really sound like a real word anymore. "Er-mine kit," he repeats. Less drawn out this time. And then, as if he has zero impulse control (as most kits do), Erminekit lifts a white forepaw and pokes at the warrior's tail where it wraps around his paws, batting at it like a long blade of grass dangling tantalizingly in front of his face.
rookfire nodded, satisfied with the kits lack of scream crying and positive response. he give the kit a chance to add something before asking for their name, lowkey feeling like hes walking on eggshells purely because of the kits limited vocabulary.
erminekit, besides the point that rook did in fact not know what in starclans name a ermine was. "im rookfire" he replied, flicking his tail back and forth, indulging in the kits hilariously short attention span and lack of impulse control or social limits. that was the good thing about kits anyway. if they said or did anything, most of the time it ought to be true. the surprise attack brought him back to memories moons old, scorpionpaw leaping at his tail in a similar fashion when he gathered the dawnspawn for a little game. a smile pulled at the corners of his mouth and he allowed it. "yer gonna be our best hunter one day aye?"
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brownpaw, she/her, 16 moons
shadowclan apprentice
a curly, light brown she-cat with brown eyes and a twisted leg.
43/100
And just like that, she was back.
Brownpaw had been let back into Shadowclan. She felt like even more of an idiot for doubting that'd happen, but mostly she was just really, really glad to be home. The first step she took into the clearing, Brownpaw was already sniffling with emotion. The camp was full of life, just like it should be. She wouldn't have to be alone anymore...
She didn't know where to go next. Whether she should claim a nest in the apprentice's den, find someone she knew to say hello to, see Grousepaw and Mossfreckle... Brownpaw hadn't felt this emotional in so long.
She couldn't stop herself from sobbing, her paws noticeably trembling. "Hic..."
[open!! to any cat 7 moons or younger, they definitely wouldn't recognize brownpaw, but an older clanmate probably would.]
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brownpaw, she/her, 16 moons
shadowclan apprentice
a curly, light brown she-cat with brown eyes and a twisted leg.
43/100
And just like that, she was back.
Brownpaw had been let back into Shadowclan. She felt like even more of an idiot for doubting that'd happen, but mostly she was just really, really glad to be home. The first step she took into the clearing, Brownpaw was already sniffling with emotion. The camp was full of life, just like it should be. She wouldn't have to be alone anymore...
She didn't know where to go next. Whether she should claim a nest in the apprentice's den, find someone she knew to say hello to, see Grousepaw and Mossfreckle... Brownpaw hadn't felt this emotional in so long.
She couldn't stop herself from sobbing, her paws noticeably trembling. "Hic..."
[open!! to any cat 7 moons or younger, they definitely wouldn't recognize brownpaw, but an older clanmate probably would.]
Hawkbite lazily looked around. An uneventful day. Not that he was complaining, he enjoyed the few breaks he could get his paws on. However, a vaguely familiar scent caught his attention, his eyes tracked it back to a curly haired brown feline. His gaze sharpened, not really wanting to believe what he was staring at. Was that... Brownpaw? His former apprentice that went missing some moons ago? It must be. There hadn't been another apprentice that looked like her.
The tabby's tail lashed across the ground, his lips pursing as he thought to himself. He wasn't sure he'd approach the she-cat, more upset at her for going missing than he was excited she was back. Honestly, her soft personality really deterred him as a mentor. He never really bonded with her. Not that he'd bonded with many apprentices since the death of his first one. Part of him hoped she'd toughened up in her time away from the clan.
The fluffy-furred she was organizing a bunch of trinkets and knick-knacks. A few feathers, dried leaves/flowers, pebbles, eggshells and bones, as well as a shiny thing that twolegs sometimes wore.
Her eyes glinted, proud of her collection, a slight smile on her muzzle as she protectively curled her luxuriant tail around them.
No cat was ever going to touch HER things, her beloved shinies. Such a lovely hoard to brag about was going to need to be fiercely defended with claw and teeth.
The freckled molly's vibrant yellow eyes darted around warily, claws unsheathed. She didn't even know how to fight but somehow she has to protect her shinies.
That was when she noticed Thrushpaw, her enemy. Or friend? No, she doesn't has any friends.
Her bushy tail curled closer to her small, scrawny body, bringing the assortment of objects with it. "Do not touch." She said as firmly as she could, a slight smirk on her muzzle, as if daring Thrushpaw.
The youngster bows up in that short pause that Mosquitopaw takes to gather himself. Gracious, he hopes he hadn't annoyed Foxpaw somehow...but he decides that they'll both survive if he did. Whatever Foxpaw might think of him is not any of his business. Mosquitopaw focuses on happily engaging with Foxpaw's words rather than his actions, at least, until his actions impact the Little Fake Camp. Mosquitopaw doesn't move to stop Foxpaw, but he does watch warily. He understands that the ice will melt and the mud will thaw and this whole thing will be trampled back into the ground in no time, but he'd like it if that only happened after he was finished with it. Fortunately, Foxpaw is only moving one of the dens, and Mosquitopw can't fault him for that one bit. The rearranging aspect is the most exciting one.
His head tips, eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he eyes the displaced 'warrior's den'. After another quiet moment, with a wry smile, Mosquitopaw decides: "Then, the uh. The wald—sorry—warriors, w-would uhm. They might f-forget to check on th—, uh, the elders. Annnn' uh, looks like...m-mentors would have to, uhm. T-To walk further t'get to their, their uh. A-Apprentices." Isn't that just the coolest? Anyone can push these little symbols around any which way and that reflects a cool
new change that Mosquitopaw can sit here and think about.
Warriors' Den (moved - Foxpaw's doing)
-Further from the elders
-Dangerous?
-Further from the apprentices
-Dangerous??
Hm. Maybe it's for a very good reason that the warriors sleep where they do. Mosquitopaw gingerly corrects the sludgy replica.
Warriors' Den (corrected - Mosquitopw's doing)
-Business as usual
"It uhm. I-It did move a little, y'know." Mosquitopaw flashes an amused look back up at the younger cat. He hadn't missed the tabby's quick look up toward the real den after nudging the fake one. "You....just, uh. D-Didn't see it." Hehe. He whittles a bit at the 'Grimpeak' some before deciding to just not bother; some things are too difficult to make look right, and the looking right isn't really the point of it. It's there, and he can tell that it is, so it's fine.
"When...'m done...hm." Mosquitopaw blinks, then shakes the light snowfall from his thin coat (brrrr), then shrugs. "So—omebody'll come t-to knock it over, I-I guess. Or...it, uhm. It'll melt." When he's done, he'll be done. Simple as. Foxpaw's struggle to understand the appeal whizzes clear over Mosquitopaw's head. "If yo—, uh. You could add so—something, or ch-change it, what wou—, uh, wouldya do?" He prompts. The relocation of the warriors' den had been good. He's curious to know if Foxpaw has any other ideas.
The fluffy-furred she was organizing a bunch of trinkets and knick-knacks. A few feathers, dried leaves/flowers, pebbles, eggshells and bones, as well as a shiny thing that twolegs sometimes wore.
Her eyes glinted, proud of her collection, a slight smile on her muzzle as she protectively curled her luxuriant tail around them.
No cat was ever going to touch HER things, her beloved shinies. Such a lovely hoard to brag about was going to need to be fiercely defended with claw and teeth.
The freckled molly's vibrant yellow eyes darted around warily, claws unsheathed. She didn't even know how to fight but somehow she has to protect her shinies.
That was when she noticed Thrushpaw, her enemy. Or friend? No, she doesn't has any friends.
Her bushy tail curled closer to her small, scrawny body, bringing the assortment of objects with it. "Do not touch." She said as firmly as she could, a slight smirk on her muzzle, as if daring Thrushpaw.
<<..thrushpaw..>> >>.. 7/100 >>.. shadowclan apprentice >>.. 8 moons [age up on 6th] >>.. afab she,her mentions,, @/Watson.
Well, everything was great as can be, sort of, as Thrushpaw dragged her old bedding out of the Shadowclan apprentices' den. Her teeth were locked tight around the green substance with her muscles flexed. She had managed to drag a whoooole lot of the old stuff out into the dirt place in one trip. Now she was finishing up with the rest. It was old, and Thrushpaw needed to collect some more for herself. Heave! Ho! Wait, there was a child in the way. Boo. She simply looked at the new apprentice for a moment. Wait what? The brownscale-and-black feline gave her a side eye. It was Shiverpaw, she recalled. And had a bunch of trash. Thrush dropped the bedding so she could speak. "Umm. Okay then." She grumbled, one blue eye opening slightly more than the other comically when she spotted something of interest. It was very shiny, and appeared unnatural. "What's that." Thrushpaw said; more of a statement than a question.
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this dusty, barren land had given all it could yield..."
<<..thrushpaw..>> >>.. 7/100 >>.. shadowclan apprentice >>.. 8 moons [age up on 6th] >>.. afab she,her mentions,, @/Watson.
Well, everything was great as can be, sort of, as Thrushpaw dragged her old bedding out of the Shadowclan apprentices' den. Her teeth were locked tight around the green substance with her muscles flexed. She had managed to drag a whoooole lot of the old stuff out into the dirt place in one trip. Now she was finishing up with the rest. It was old, and Thrushpaw needed to collect some more for herself. Heave! Ho! Wait, there was a child in the way. Boo. She simply looked at the new apprentice for a moment. Wait what? The brownscale-and-black feline gave her a side eye. It was Shiverpaw, she recalled. And had a bunch of trash. Thrush dropped the bedding so she could speak. "Umm. Okay then." She grumbled, one blue eye opening slightly more than the other comically when she spotted something of interest. It was very shiny, and appeared unnatural. "What's that." Thrushpaw said; more of a statement than a question.
The tip of Shiverpaw's tail flicked upwards, taunting. "Oh, this? Something I'm NOT going to show to you!" She huffed smugly, a self-satisfied smile in her speckled face. "Well, maybe I'll let you have a peek," she said after a few moments, turning her yellow gaze to her trinkets as she cautiously lifted her bushy tail a bit.
It was bright golden, had a metallic scent and looked like two gold vines interwined and shaped like a thin, flexible hoop. (it's a necklace tho). "I stole it from a mouse-brained twoleg," as she told the tale, she overconfidently puffed her chest out.
The tip of Shiverpaw's tail flicked upwards, taunting. "Oh, this? Something I'm NOT going to show to you!" She huffed smugly, a self-satisfied smile in her speckled face. "Well, maybe I'll let you have a peek," she said after a few moments, turning her yellow gaze to her trinkets as she cautiously lifted her bushy tail a bit.
It was bright golden, had a metallic scent and looked like two gold vines interwined and shaped like a thin, flexible hoop. (it's a necklace tho). "I stole it from a mouse-brained twoleg," as she told the tale, she overconfidently puffed her chest out.
<<..thrushpaw..>> >>.. 8/100 >>.. shadowclan apprentice >>.. 8 moons [age up on 6th] >>.. afab she,her mentions,, @Watson.
Wow, sooo immature. Thrushpaw snorted at Shiverpaw's original answer. typical of kits. It wasn't like she was only eight moons old or anything, she was totally so much older. Thrush's ears pinned back, but before she could insult her entire maternal bloodline the speckled feline continued. Hah. Good choice. The ex-outsider's ears remained pinned, but her expression changed a bit. Oh. now it was a game of boasting, hMM? Thrushpaw could boast about how she killed her mother if she wanted. But she didn't. It wasn't a fun thing to talk about. The exposed trinket was flashy and golden in coloration, almost reminding her of a long, strangely shaped string of fur. There was a blob on the end of it. "Twolegs suck. I bet we could make something better." Thrushpaw scoffed. Not that she wanted to. She had things she would rather be doing than sit around making little trinkets like this strange cat. "Not that I care to." She added.
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this dusty, barren land had given all it could yield..."
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