Drowsy after waking up, only a day or so after her mother's death, Flowerkit padded over to her big sister hollowly. Quickly hobbling over and taking a seat, her head feeling heavy and woozy from the stupid plants and cobwebs, the young molly attempted to press her nose into Lark's side in a solemn greeting, eyes still red from the tears. But she had to become an apprentice- for her mama, so she joined the class. The plan to emotionally survive this was to cling to Larkfire for comfort, but if her sister indicated otherwise, the tripod would step back and sit down, looking up at her with round, honey colored eyes.
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Wrenkit's usually happy expression morphed into sadness as Cloverkit delved into a fresh round of sobs. Oh no, she didn't know what to do. Usually when she cried, there was...! There was.... No one was there for her when she cried either.
As the realization sank in, Wrenkit couldn't help but lean towards her denmate, forearms outstretched for a hug. Even as old as she was, nearing six moons, Wrenkit wanted no other thing than someone to enfold in an embrace. Her mother was gone. Her favorite sister was gone. Her two other siblings were gone. And between the nightmares that plagued her sleep at night - with Violetfang and Moonkit and Vulturekit and Willowkit sneering at her for not searching for them hard enough, Wrenkit was not getting enough sleep. Come to think of it, the only time she'd gotten normal sleep was when she'd snuck into the apprentice den and burrowed in to sleep beside Pip - aka Dogpaw.
Seeing Cloverkit now, alone and afraid, reminded her of herself. And it only made her all the more determined not to let anything more saddening befall the brown tabby. "Okay." Wrenkit whispered almost immediately after he'd spoken, emerald hues growing wide with hope. She didn't like sleeping all alone, either, now that all her friends had moved off to the apprentice den.
With considerably careful steps for a kit who was usually chaos-inclined, Wrenkit helped herself into the nest. "I'll sleep with you. Also, my name is Wrenny." The black and white kitten piped up, ears perking once more. "What's yours?"
Cloverkit
Shadowclan | Kit | He/Him | 1 moon a brown tabby with green eyes, white paws and nose blaze
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Cloverkit felt the added weight of Wrenkit sitting beside him. Wrenny is a silly name, he thought, not understanding that it was simply a nickname. It at least made him forget a bit of what happened that day.
"My name's Cloverkit" He said, sniffing away the snot dripping from his nose. His eyes were still red and puffy, but he didn't feel like crying anymore. He scooched a little closer to Wrenny, snuggling up to the older she-kit. She was warm and soft, and it made Cloverkit feel safe enough to fall asleep.
He let out a yawn, laid his head on Wrenny's side, and purred softly as sleep began to take him.
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Beaming contentedly as Cloverkit settled in beside her, the black and white molly couldn't help herself as her black feathery tail swished back and forth against the ground. "Hm. Cloverkit?" Once upon a time, Wrenkit had started throwing out nicknames because she truly could not remember the proper names. Now, she was just used to renaming everyone she met.
Curling up into a tight bundle, the almost-apprentice lifted her head to blink emerald hues at her denmate. "Blimey. How about Clove? That sound about right to you?"
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Alrighty he was going to try this again hopefully this time that same kit from before wont be such a party pooper. He wasn't even doing any harm to others in the nest anyways, he was trying to stay out of the way. The difference this time is that he had a moss ball instead of a stick thought he'd rather have the stick than this. He'll take anything he can get his paws on didn't matter what it was. Once again he was off to the side still inside the den, he didn't want to get stepped on out side, with the moss ball between his paws. Rufflekit would randomly chuck the thing away from him and then do a poor pounce onto said ball. He thought he was doing a good job on his pounce but to others it probably looked poor, but at least he was trying. He would repeat his whole process repeatedly trying to do his little 'practice'.
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His name was called, why was his name called? He didn't do anything wrong or well not that he knows of. He still remembered him playing with a stick in the nursery had set off another kit. He still wondered till this day why they were even sleeping during the day, how boring! "I didn't do nuthin'!" he yelled out, not sure why he did though. He might of did it out of reaction since it seemed whenever someone called out a name they got nagged.
Drowsy after waking up, only a day or so after her mother's death, Flowerkit padded over to her big sister hollowly. Quickly hobbling over and taking a seat, her head feeling heavy and woozy from the stupid plants and cobwebs, the young molly attempted to press her nose into Lark's side in a solemn greeting, eyes still red from the tears. But she had to become an apprentice- for her mama, so she joined the class. The plan to emotionally survive this was to cling to Larkfire for comfort, but if her sister indicated otherwise, the tripod would step back and sit down, looking up at her with round, honey colored eyes.
When neither Willowkit nor Shiverkit arrived, Larkfire didn't find it hard to hide her disappointment. Every one of her classes nowadays had at least one kit who failed to show up. Usually either they slept in or merely appeared late. This was no different, most likely.
Still, Larkfire couldn't help but glance around one last time - at least for Willowkit. The young molly was one of Frostscreech's kits, was she not? . . .In the end, it was Frostscreech that'd abandoned them, and now due to that stupidity, Daypaw was dead. She owed her brother's former mentor nothing.
"Right." Maybe she should call over a different kit. "Fernkit, Nightkit, come here." Larkfire said, tail whisking against the ground as she wrapped it around herself before she turned back to all the kits once they'd settled. "See here, I know you were promised being taken for a trip outside camp, but as of now, I can't take you. It's not safe out there, so we'll have to do your lesson in Camp." She wouldn't apologize for denying them the oppurtunity to leave camp. What with dogs and badgers and predators, Lark would not risk it. "Show me your best hunters' crouch, now."
When neither Willowkit nor Shiverkit arrived, Larkfire didn't find it hard to hide her disappointment. Every one of her classes nowadays had at least one kit who failed to show up. Usually either they slept in or merely appeared late. This was no different, most likely.
Still, Larkfire couldn't help but glance around one last time - at least for Willowkit. The young molly was one of Frostscreech's kits, was she not? . . .In the end, it was Frostscreech that'd abandoned them, and now due to that stupidity, Daypaw was dead. She owed her brother's former mentor nothing.
"Right." Maybe she should call over a different kit. "Fernkit, come here." Larkfire said, tail whisking against the ground as she wrapped it around herself. "See here, I know you were promised being taken for a trip outside camp, but as of now, I can't take you. It's not safe out there, so we'll have to do your lesson in Camp." She wouldn't apologize for denying them the oppurtunity to leave camp. What with dogs and badgers and predators, Lark would not risk it. "Show me your best hunters' crouch, now."
Fernkit opened his wide minty green hues as he looked at Larkfire. Yawning he padded over to Larkfire, Fernkit looked at the enforcer with a small sigh. "Alright." he muttered, yawning once more as he crouched, his legs loose but firm as he crouched, his straight and jet black tail lightly over the ground but not brushing it to make less sound, keeping his weight on his toes he narrowed his eyes and kept his head level with his body.
Nightkit waddled over, the kit was only about a week younger than Fernkit but he was way smaller. He tried his best to copy Fernkit's crouch, his paws a bit off and his weight to on his forepaws, almost causing the fluffy black kit to topple over into the enforcers paws.
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Lostkit
1 moon She-cat with Feline Hyperesthesia Syndrome
Lostkit woke up. The world was cold for some reason, despite it being- soomer? Yes, Soomer.
"Very Soomer!" Lostkit yowled. Not checking her voice. "SOMMER! SOMMER! SOMMER!" She started yelling the word "Sommer" over and over again. This went on for a minute. When she finally stopped, Lostkit started trying to rip off her back. She was rolling over and mewing like an injured kit.
When she tore off some skin, she started eating her paws. "AI AI AI AIA AAIAIAIAIIAIAI!!!!!!!" She started screaming and having a twitching fit. Trying to tear her paws, (Also falling over whenever she stood up)
During her fit, she twitched a bit too much and she flopped over. She started chasing her tail like a dog.
She finished the fit by licking her paws for a while.
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Even if he understood that it wasn't safe to go outside of camp he was disappointed to not do so. A part of him had looked forward to at least get a glimpse of outside. He was very tired of seeing the underside of the nursery and the camp walls, he wanted to go explore. Hunters crouch? He could so do that, it wasn't nor did it sound so hard to do, and he'd do it the best! With a bit of humph in his steps and movements, Rufflekit would get low to the ground spreading his paws a bit and tail hanging somewhat low. Sadly it seemed the somewhat muscled kit forgot about his long his fur was and parts of his tail was dragging on the ground beneath him. "Like this?!" he slightly looked up at Larkfire for answers even if he felt he was doing it right.
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