ShadowClan Nursery

[Raven King]

RavenKit stretched and sat down beside the nursery "I´m bored!"


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[Poppy'song]

@Toodle @Ravensong
Do you need kits to roleplay with? can i be one?
name: snowkit (branch)
colour: white she-cat with brown tabby stripes
personality: quiet, a bit shy, intelligent, observant, quick-learner, is insecure and tries to change her personality to match each cat, causing a big mess of lies. she likes fighting in battles because no one will judge her there
extra: none
if the colour can't work she could be brown-and-white tabby she-cat but i prefer the above discription

[Poppy'song]

Originally Posted by Toodle

[* Hey there, I messaged you. This isn't the correct forum to post finder messages like this. If you want to respond to my VM we can get into more details about what's available and who can be RPd. *]

oh ok sorry about that

[poppy]

|open, though still trying to develop gray, so I may be a little messy ^^|

It was certainly quite lonely in the Clan. At least, it had been for as long as Graykit remembered. She was almost always left to her own devices, and one would think that being alone and neglected would make the young she-cat more... self sufficient, but it didn't. There was no true reason why, it was simply just because it never happened. Maybe because she was always waiting for her father to come visit her. The reason behind his inability to love her like other kit's fathers seemed to, she couldn't fathom. But she did know that she did not appreciate the loneliness, or the stares from the other queens whenever she limped around the nursery. She would look at them, and a strange humming sound would buzz in her ears, and she saw their lips moving sometimes, but they were always so quiet, and the little she-kit hadn't taken long to realize that a lot of cats could hear things and understand things that she couldn't. But whenever she tried to talk to them, in some crazy attempt to seem normal by their own standards, even though she heard her words nicely, at a nice volume and a good pronunciation, she still got strange and sometimes exasperated looks. It made no sense! But once, she had been close enough to a louder queen while she and her denmate gossiped, Graykit heard a couple names, and words. Not many registered, but she did remember hearing the name Copperkit.

Her brother.

She knew of him, but whatever became of him, she didn't know. She only remembered him beside her, or whom she believed to be him beside her, cold and still, and the large, warm body she lay against, she had woken up to it being stiff and cool. The other queens distorted, muffled wails around her, she remembered, and the firm grip that had picked her up. How hungry she had been. Learning later that the cat's beside her were family. Her mother and brother. But no one told her where they went! Because she hadn't seen them for a while. When she was discovered by the other queens, she had been unceremoniously dropped next to several other warm bodies, and she had had to fight for every drop of milk. It wasn't fun, and it was hard. But it... made her stronger, right?

No, not really. Fighting five other kittens for milk when they were twice your age and size, who could also SEE, and had four good, working paws, no that was plain unfair.

BUT, all of those depressing memories and reminiscences aside, the leaves were turning colors! From green to watm reds and vibrant oranges and sunny yellows. She could barely see the trees, because she had to stand at the highest point at camp *cough* on top of the warrior's den *cough*, standing on her tippy toes, then she could see the other Clan's territory, with beautiful, color changing oaks and sycamores and aspens. The pine forest looked nothing like the territory she imagined the rainbow forests to be. It was all dark and musty and stuffy, she always felt like she had heavy paws on her chest whenever she got too enclosed in one dark, cramped area. Even sitting in the nursery gave her panic attacks sometimes, another reason for those mean ol' queens to stare at her then whisper amongst themselves.

But the coniferous trees of ShadowClan territory had some serious perks. In leaf-bare (she knew this from an apprentice who actually wanted to talk to her eeee! She was actually being talked to sometimes!), the other Clan's territories get barren, naked and colorless, but ShadowClan's turf (that was an "apprentice word") looked super sweet in the leaf-bare, the pine needles on the ground a golden-red color, and the pine and cedar trees still full and green, the branches and ground dusted with the fluffy white powder of snow.

Oooooh, snow would be a beautiful name. Maybe her warrior name could be Graysnow. Ha, that sounded so cool! But... but snow wasn't gray. It wasn't her choice, anyways. Dawnstar got to choose, that lucky duck! Scampering around camp was usually her pastime, but today, she decided to try and skip. Skip. With three working paws, it would be interesting. She would look like a pigeon. Giggling softly to herself, the small gray kit hopped away from the nursery, glad to be away from it, if she was being honest. It wasn't very fun, but out here, everything was fun! WAIT A MIN- What if DAWNstar came and talked to her?! And then adopted Graykit as her own, raising her as the leader's own daughter. No one would tease her then!

[Rapid]

Originally Posted by poppy.

|open, though still trying to develop gray, so I may be a little messy ^^|

It was certainly quite lonely in the Clan. At least, it had been for as long as Graykit remembered. She was almost always left to her own devices, and one would think that being alone and neglected would make the young she-cat more... self sufficient, but it didn't. There was no true reason why, it was simply just because it never happened. Maybe because she was always waiting for her father to come visit her. The reason behind his inability to love her like other kit's fathers seemed to, she couldn't fathom. But she did know that she did not appreciate the loneliness, or the stares from the other queens whenever she limped around the nursery. She would look at them, and a strange humming sound would buzz in her ears, and she saw their lips moving sometimes, but they were always so quiet, and the little she-kit hadn't taken long to realize that a lot of cats could hear things and understand things that she couldn't. But whenever she tried to talk to them, in some crazy attempt to seem normal by their own standards, even though she heard her words nicely, at a nice volume and a good pronunciation, she still got strange and sometimes exasperated looks. It made no sense! But once, she had been close enough to a louder queen while she and her denmate gossiped, Graykit heard a couple names, and words. Not many registered, but she did remember hearing the name Copperkit.

Her brother.

She knew of him, but whatever became of him, she didn't know. She only remembered him beside her, or whom she believed to be him beside her, cold and still, and the large, warm body she lay against, she had woken up to it being stiff and cool. The other queens distorted, muffled wails around her, she remembered, and the firm grip that had picked her up. How hungry she had been. Learning later that the cat's beside her were family. Her mother and brother. But no one told her where they went! Because she hadn't seen them for a while. When she was discovered by the other queens, she had been unceremoniously dropped next to several other warm bodies, and she had had to fight for every drop of milk. It wasn't fun, and it was hard. But it... made her stronger, right?

No, not really. Fighting five other kittens for milk when they were twice your age and size, who could also SEE, and had four good, working paws, no that was plain unfair.

BUT, all of those depressing memories and reminiscences aside, the leaves were turning colors! From green to watm reds and vibrant oranges and sunny yellows. She could barely see the trees, because she had to stand at the highest point at camp *cough* on top of the warrior's den *cough*, standing on her tippy toes, then she could see the other Clan's territory, with beautiful, color changing oaks and sycamores and aspens. The pine forest looked nothing like the territory she imagined the rainbow forests to be. It was all dark and musty and stuffy, she always felt like she had heavy paws on her chest whenever she got too enclosed in one dark, cramped area. Even sitting in the nursery gave her panic attacks sometimes, another reason for those mean ol' queens to stare at her then whisper amongst themselves.

But the coniferous trees of ShadowClan territory had some serious perks. In leaf-bare (she knew this from an apprentice who actually wanted to talk to her eeee! She was actually being talked to sometimes!), the other Clan's territories get barren, naked and colorless, but ShadowClan's turf (that was an "apprentice word") looked super sweet in the leaf-bare, the pine needles on the ground a golden-red color, and the pine and cedar trees still full and green, the branches and ground dusted with the fluffy white powder of snow.

Oooooh, snow would be a beautiful name. Maybe her warrior name could be Graysnow. Ha, that sounded so cool! But... but snow wasn't gray. It wasn't her choice, anyways. Dawnstar got to choose, that lucky duck! Scampering around camp was usually her pastime, but today, she decided to try and skip. Skip. With three working paws, it would be interesting. She would look like a pigeon. Giggling softly to herself, the small gray kit hopped away from the nursery, glad to be away from it, if she was being honest. It wasn't very fun, but out here, everything was fun! WAIT A MIN- What if DAWNstar came and talked to her?! And then adopted Graykit as her own, raising her as the leader's own daughter. No one would tease her then!

Walking around the camp Sharptooth sighed, she was so bored that she could fall asleep and never wake up. Making her way thru the camp she spots a gray kitten walking on three legs and thinking to themselves. Making her way towards the kit she stops looking at it with confusion, "Hey kid never seen you before whats your name," she said sitting down and curling her tail around herself.

[poppy]

//: @Rapid

She hadn't expected anyone to approach her. It wasn't a common occurrence, for whatever reason. She honestly believed that she was quite delightful and fun to be around, so the reason behind her nonexistent social life, she had no clue. But Graykit did wish that Sharptooth would speak up, it seemed like everyone around her spoke in whisper. Sometimes she did too. Lifting her small, deformed paw up off the ground, she turned to face the warrior more directly, and smiled happily. It was nice to be noticed, to be spoken to. "Hi! My name is Graykit, I'm three whole moons, and I am very ready to talk with someone." Perhaps she could've been a little more subtle, but her desperation for socializing was driving her mind to limits that hadn't been met before.

"I dunno why you haven't ever seen me before, I usually get too much attention, but most likely you were out doing cool warrior stuff and didn't notice." The part about her getting too much attention was hardly the full truth. Yeah, she got attention, but is was almost always negative, because her boredom and lack of things to do made her do some dumb things. Like one time, when she climbed on top of the nursery and fell through the top of it, and landed on some pregnant queen (she was SUPER fat, it was like landing on a big ol badger!), and then being screeched at. It was a shock that Shrptooth hadn't heard about that incident.

"But don't you worry! I usually do stupid things all the time, so you're bound to hear something sometime!" Maybe that wasn't a very smart thing to say, because then maybe Sharptooth would talk to one of the queens, and then Graykit would have to be supervised. Being supervised meant that someone watched her and kept her out of trouble, and kept her 'safe', but it also made her super bored and squirmy. If you don't get into trouble once in a while, you won't learn anything, and more importantly, you won't be doing nothing! Just sitting around, being a rule-stickled. Bleh. That sounded awful.

Standing up straighter in an attempt to look older and clearly more responsible, she smiled a mature-looking smile and nodded old-ly. "But, I'll be careful, so I won't get into trouble." She promised prissly, completely self contradicting herself, "So no need to have me supervised." Ooh, that was good. Graykit prided herself on that wonderful save. She was so good at this!

[Rapid]

Originally Posted by poppy.

//: @Rapid

She hadn't expected anyone to approach her. It wasn't a common occurrence, for whatever reason. She honestly believed that she was quite delightful and fun to be around, so the reason behind her nonexistent social life, she had no clue. But Graykit did wish that Sharptooth would speak up, it seemed like everyone around her spoke in whisper. Sometimes she did too. Lifting her small, deformed paw up off the ground, she turned to face the warrior more directly, and smiled happily. It was nice to be noticed, to be spoken to. "Hi! My name is Graykit, I'm three whole moons, and I am very ready to talk with someone." Perhaps she could've been a little more subtle, but her desperation for socializing was driving her mind to limits that hadn't been met before.

"I dunno why you haven't ever seen me before, I usually get too much attention, but most likely you were out doing cool warrior stuff and didn't notice." The part about her getting too much attention was hardly the full truth. Yeah, she got attention, but is was almost always negative, because her boredom and lack of things to do made her do some dumb things. Like one time, when she climbed on top of the nursery and fell through the top of it, and landed on some pregnant queen (she was SUPER fat, it was like landing on a big ol badger!), and then being screeched at. It was a shock that Shrptooth hadn't heard about that incident.

"But don't you worry! I usually do stupid things all the time, so you're bound to hear something sometime!" Maybe that wasn't a very smart thing to say, because then maybe Sharptooth would talk to one of the queens, and then Graykit would have to be supervised. Being supervised meant that someone watched her and kept her out of trouble, and kept her 'safe', but it also made her super bored and squirmy. If you don't get into trouble once in a while, you won't learn anything, and more importantly, you won't be doing nothing! Just sitting around, being a rule-stickled. Bleh. That sounded awful.

Standing up straighter in an attempt to look older and clearly more responsible, she smiled a mature-looking smile and nodded old-ly. "But, I'll be careful, so I won't get into trouble." She promised prissly, completely self contradicting herself, "So no need to have me supervised." Ooh, that was good. Graykit prided herself on that wonderful save. She was so good at this!

Looking at the kit she gave a hardy laugh. "HAHA I like you kid," she said smiling. "You have a lot of pride, though I can see thru you so don't think of lying to me," looking down at Graykit she smiled. "And you don't need no supervising who do you think I am, a tattle teller," pausing she sighed. "Anyways do you wanna eat something I was about to go hunt since the camp is boring though you are too young," she said making her way out the camp but before she left, "Prove to others that you are stronger than you actually look kid then maybe they wont bully you anymore.See Ya." Then she left trotting out of the camp.

[Rapid]

It was an early morning in Shadowclan. Sharptooth made her way into the den resting herself down on the moss bed. It was a windy day the birds sing and the sun beamed brightly thru the trees. Licking her swollen stomach she groaned out in protest of how much pain she was in. Ever since Frogfang and her found out that she was sick she became a bit distant. but Frogfang helped her out with the grooming, food, etc. Curling her fluffy tail around herself she lets out a tired yawn and rest, only to hear mighty footsteps make their way into the nursery, and a wet nose nudge her side. @feather lily

[poppy]

//: @Rapid

YAY! Someone actually liked her! Or at least they said they did, but that was good enough for Graykit. Beaming up at the warrior. And good thing, too. Especially since Sharptooth trusted her not to get into trouble. That was super duper good, so then she wouldn't have to be supervised. Supervision was the killer of joy. (inspiring quote brought to you by graykit haha) "Thanks! I like you too!" LYING? No. Lying was bad, very, very bad. That was one thing Graykit knew. Her morals weren't that nonexistent! "I never lie!" She squeaked, immediately erasing all of her past lies, and vowing to never, EVER lie again.

Did she want to eat something? What kind of question was that? "YES, I like food." For such a tony kit, she had a hearty appetite and was know for eating her weight in frogs. As she padded towards the prey pile, she searched for a frog. Seeing it's leg poking out of it, she let out a delighted squeal. Frog! Yanking it out, she pulled it bac to Sharptooth. Wait. Sharpie was going to hunt? Noooooo!

Graykit hadn't talked to someone in forever, and she wasn't going to lose her buddy. "Hey, hey! I have a better idea! How about you DON'T go hunting..." But it was no use. The warrior had already began to leave. Prove that she was strong?! How would she do that? It wasn't like crippled, half-deaf kits were strong. No one respected her! But... it would be worth a shot. "Oh.... okay. Thanks!

(is this fnished or will there be a timeskip until sharp come back?)

[Rapid]

Originally Posted by poppy.

//: @Rapid

YAY! Someone actually liked her! Or at least they said they did, but that was good enough for Graykit. Beaming up at the warrior. And good thing, too. Especially since Sharptooth trusted her not to get into trouble. That was super duper good, so then she wouldn't have to be supervised. Supervision was the killer of joy. (inspiring quote brought to you by graykit haha) "Thanks! I like you too!" LYING? No. Lying was bad, very, very bad. That was one thing Graykit knew. Her morals weren't that nonexistent! "I never lie!" She squeaked, immediately erasing all of her past lies, and vowing to never, EVER lie again.

Did she want to eat something? What kind of question was that? "YES, I like food." For such a tony kit, she had a hearty appetite and was know for eating her weight in frogs. As she padded towards the prey pile, she searched for a frog. Seeing it's leg poking out of it, she let out a delighted squeal. Frog! Yanking it out, she pulled it bac to Sharptooth. Wait. Sharpie was going to hunt? Noooooo!

Graykit hadn't talked to someone in forever, and she wasn't going to lose her buddy. "Hey, hey! I have a better idea! How about you DON'T go hunting..." But it was no use. The warrior had already began to leave. Prove that she was strong?! How would she do that? It wasn't like crippled, half-deaf kits were strong. No one respected her! But... it would be worth a shot. "Oh.... okay. Thanks!

(is this fnished or will there be a timeskip until sharp come back?)

(She can come back right now hold on)

After catching a few rodents, Sharptooth heads back to the camp. Making her way towards the camp, she sees Graykit sitting down. "Here you go kid," caught you something." Dropping the fat mouse down in front of Graykit, she sits down licking her ungrummed tail. Sinking her sharp teeth into the Vole she smiles (Some how) in pleasure. She hasn't eaten anything for a while. Looking back up at the kit, "So, you look a bit down kid. What's got ya down," she asked curisoluy.

(Do you want Gray to tell Sharptooth about her past, or not yet)
@poppy.