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"hm, maybe hide and seek?" Hailhawk suggested. Most kits loved that one. He enjoyed it too, as it was fun trying to find them. More fun then mossball.
Wildkit
Hide in seek? Would he even know where to hide? Well he didn't care. He wanted to play something more fun. All he ever played was mossball or clan. He nodded and waited for the warrior to start the countdown. He started to look around the den to find possible hiding spots.
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Coming back only to get Barleypaw into warriorhood, but then I most likely will be leaving entirely. I've spend too much time on her to not have her be a warrior and I'd like to get her there.
Wildkit moved into the elders den, grumpily. He wouldn't be in this situation if he had become an apprentice. It still sucked almost seven moons and still a kit. It was embarrassing. Maybe he didn't have to stay here. Maybe he could sneak and stay in the apprentice's den. No he wouldn't leave camp. Cracklepaw had made sure to keep him inside camp. It would probably make it better. He then moved out of the den. There was no way he was going to be treated like a baby. He was far from it and man was he tired of it.
[ He entered then left ]
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Coming back only to get Barleypaw into warriorhood, but then I most likely will be leaving entirely. I've spend too much time on her to not have her be a warrior and I'd like to get her there.
Making his way into the apprentices den from the elders den the six almost seven moon old kit moved over to the back of the den. No one would make him leave! If they tried they'd just get a tongue lashing. There was no way eh was staying with the younger kits in the Elders den. He was going to sleep right in here. Wildkit plopped himself down on the ground.
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Coming back only to get Barleypaw into warriorhood, but then I most likely will be leaving entirely. I've spend too much time on her to not have her be a warrior and I'd like to get her there.
alderstep
he/him
thunderclan
russet tabby w/ white paws, green eyes
His sister? Alderstep's eyes widened a fraction before he resettled his expression. Well. There's that, too. Berryfrost has officially been added to his missing-but-is-still-in-the-clan list. Great cats, was that guilt he felt for always being an ass to her? It'd been so long since he spoke to her. "Berryfrost is somewhere. Who's missing is..." Which apprentice? Rabbit probably knew...Alderstep actually didn't know which one Rabbit would know. "...Morningpaw and Ghostpaw," he finished. And he never trained them that well, either. He didn't say anything else about the other cats despite Rabbit generalizing his question. It wasn't worth the thought.
In fact, every single cat he treated like trash (and sometimes less than) has gone missing. The only one left was Rabbit. Alderstep locked his eyes onto the other tom's tail. There had to be a lesson in this all. His stare intensified as if his gaze could keep Rabbit in ThunderClan forever. So, has this all turned him clingy? It has, and that dependence made Alderstep mentally nauseated.
Still. Here's one cat left, and Alderstep didn't repeat his mistakes. Not that often, at least. He'd have to make do with Rabbit and be "nicer" or something along those lines. "You should, uh, hold your friends or whatever close," the orange cat vaguely warned. He had no idea if Rabbit was missing some cats too, but maybe that advice could prevent it. Alderstep had no idea, though. For all he knew, it was the fact that he was Alderstep that made everyone he ever gave a chance to disappear.
He glanced at his clanmate's face, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. "What's wrong with you?" he asked bluntly. Ok, wow. That had not meant to come out so rudely. Alderstep was just curious because Rabbit just didn't feel like himself. The tom wasn't observant for nothing, and he could tell that something had to be up. Besides, he was sick of thinking about missing cats. He had better things to do.
Mossykit went into the elders den happily not minding this slight change then he got bored so he just sat in his new nest spot in the back messing around with his paws
(Open to any elder or other kit who might want to talk to him)
Last edited by Speckear; April 12th, 2023 at 04:40 PM.
Houndkit blinked and looked at the cat towering over him. Whenever someone was taller than him, he wasn’t surprised. He was used to being short, even as a warrior he’d been short…
…wait what? Houndkit knitted his eyebrows together. What? He wasn’t a… he wasn’t a warrior? Confusion gripped him, but when Rabbitchatter spoke, the confusion and the thoughts that caused it were instantly dispelled and forgotten.
A game? Oh, he’d love to play a game…! Oh, wait. He needed to gather up some friends… “I don’t have any friends,” Houndkit admitted, looking down and shuffling his paws, pelt warm from the embarrassment he felt having to admit it.
Puddlekit [He/Him]
Puddlekit stumbled into Houndkit and heard what the tom said.
“Hey! I can be your friend!” The tom said eagerly, he didn’t have any friends either. His eyes lit up brightly hoping the kit would accept the offer.
Rabbitchatter | He/Him
Large long furred brown tabby tom with one white paw
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Rabbitchatter laid flat on his belly, face to face with little Houndkit. He, like Ashkit, seemed to be lacking on the friendship part. Which quite honestly was such an awful thing. Kittens needed each other to work out their motor skills, build friendship, play, learn teamwork. There was a nasty epidemic of loneliness. At least that’s what Rabbit concluded.
“Naw’ I don’t think sa.” the tom interjected, his eyebrows knit thoughtfully together. “I’m yer friend ain’t I? And-“ the warrior was interrupted by another voice. He turned to see Puddlekit. A warm feeling touched his chest and he sat upright with a purr.
“See now? You an’ Puddlekit.” he mused waving an invitation to the small tom kit to join at his side. That’s what he was talking about! No friends? Make a friend. Nice an simple just like that. The tabby turned to scan the immediate den, seeing some elders retreat to the far corners and Mossykit all by themselves.
“What bout you there? Mossykit? Why don’ you come over ere and we’ll all play a game? How’s that sound?”
Mossykit was intrigued by the word play a game and then sat down near the other 3 smiling then asked “What game are we playing?” Mossykit asked this happily yet quietly
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Wolfpaw padded into the den with, frankly, a ridiculous amount of moss tucked under his chin. It was the nice springy kind, collected from the Mossy Den with his mentor. He, of course, knew that it was intended for the queens and elders, but that didn’t stop the apprentice from stashing some away for his own use at a later time. He set the moss aside, taking a good look at what he had to work with. A few shiny pebbles from around camp, a pawful of small, soft feathers taken off of prey from the prey pile, and, the crown of his little collection, a large flight feather from a buzzard. He had somehow noticed it caught in a branch of the Thunderwillow nearly a week ago and kept an eye on it until the wind managed to send it fluttering to the ground.
First thing to do was the moss, and so he, with great care, set his pile of moss on top of his nest and began to mush it into the perfect shape. He adored his nest and the simple comfort it provided, one he had not had until he camp to ThunderClan, and he decided it was high time his nest looked as amazing as he thought it was. Previously he had a small dip in the ground he had dug out - soft, cool dirt hidden behind a pile of sharp rocks to give him some peace from the dogs that roamed his former sharpyard home. It was still mind-boggling to have the warm cozy little nest where he could actually keep the cool things he found and liked.
One the moss was in place, he lined it with some of the soft feathers and scattered the pebbles around the perimeter, purely for aesthetic reasons. Finally his beautiful buzzard feather - he knew exactly what he wanted to do with it. Inspired by the raven feather he had seen woven into the Suncat’s nest, Wolfpaw - his tongue sticking out with concentration - began to slowly work the feather through the bramble that made up the structure of his nest, albeit not very neatly. He was going to have the coolest nest ever.
Pebblepaw had been diligently working on her pawstand in the apprentices den for the past 10 minutes. She had only fallen flat on her face like 8 times!! A huge improvement!!! Mo- uh... Sorreldust was going to be so proud of her when she could nail the trick!! She ignored the way the dirt from her previous falls tickled her nose, or how she had totally flattened her nest into a pancake by fall #4. Whatever... who needed a fluffy nest anyways?
Apparently Wolfpaw. For a moment, Pebs wondered if her brother had grown a bushy green beard (can cats grow beards??). That was until he set down his ludicrous amount of moss next to his other trinkets and got to work. And work he did! Pebblepaw watched in silent amazement as Wolfie made the worlds coolest nest ever. It was fluffy, unique, and oh so stylish!! And the feather? Had Wolfie taken down a bird all by himself? Oh he was so COOL!! The little apprentice's eyes were basically black orbs with how interested she was.
"Wolfie!" She purred after a moment, her voice just a bit too loud in the comfortable silence he had created while he built. "This is the coolest thing I've ever seen!" It wasn't flat at all! She looked over after a moment, flashing a bright smile. "I pwomise I won't fall on it!"
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