Nightkit perked up at her friends name. She nodded. She was nice to me. Nightkit said. Then she turned to her mother. Mama, can I go outside and watch Ashkit get a badger ride?
Echoshade nodded. Of course darling, have fun. She said as she padded out of the den. Thank you again Blacktail. I'll go see Mistlewhisker, because Dawnstar doesn't like cats in her den. @Diamondfur
"well spottedkit is now known as spottedpaw." blacktail mews
Pantherkit medium-furred, dark brown mackerel tabby with white paws, hazel eyes
purrks: n/a
he/him | shc kit | 4 moons
The chill of leaf-bare seeped through the nursery walls, even with the thick layer of moss and brambles insulating the burrow. Frost crept along the edges of the entrance like tiny claw marks, glinting faintly in the weak light that managed to filter through the overcast sky outside. Inside, the nursery was quieter than usual, many of the kits still curled up in their nests, their small forms bundled close to their mothers or siblings for warmth. Pantherkit had decided to sneak away from his mama’s den to go exploring, the nursery being his first order of business to attend to. The thick, earthy scent of the nursery filled his nose as he blinked his pale hazel eyes around the den. His thick, dark brown tabby fur was still slightly rumpled from sleep, so he shook himself. The cold nipped at his ears and paws, but it wasn’t enough to deter him. He had slept as long as he could bear, and now the stillness of the nursery felt oppressive. His gaze flicked toward the burrow's ceiling, where tiny tendrils of frost clung to the patches of moss, and then toward the tunnel in the back of the den that led toward his mama’s den. He didn't feel much tempted to go back to his mama’s den for now, having only just recently woken up and decided to explore camp. Instead, Pantherkit’s tufted ears pricked as he took in the space around him. He hadn’t ever been within the nursery a whole lot in his short life; only once or twice. There were many corners of the nursery that seemed unexplored, shadows that deepened with the changing seasons.
The roots of the cedar tree above them jutted down into the burrow’s floor, twisting and curling like gnarled claws, and he could see faint pawprints in the frozen dirt from other kits who had padded through earlier. With a soft huff of breath that misted faintly in the cold air, Pantherkit padded toward one of the nursery’s far corners. The patch of brambles there seemed thicker than the rest, their thorny tendrils interwoven tightly enough to create an almost hidden alcove. He’d noticed it before but hadn’t given it much thought—until now. The burrow’s natural insulation and the way the roots arched over the space made it seem like a secret little hideaway. Perhaps he could make it his own spot, a place to retreat to when the noise of his littermates became too much. Carefully, Pantherkit reached out a paw to test the ground beneath the brambles. It was firm but scattered with bits of frost-covered moss that had fallen from the walls. He leaned closer, sniffing curiously, and then glanced over his shoulder toward the rest of the nursery. No one seemed to be paying attention to him; most of the other kits were either dozing or huddling close to their mothers for warmth. Good. That meant he had time to explore without being interrupted. As he pushed his way into the alcove, his fur brushed against the bramble tips, and he winced slightly as one of the thorns caught in his pelt. He paused to disentangle himself, muttering under his breath.
“Stupid brambles.” Once free, he pressed on, crouching low as the space grew narrower. It smelled faintly of earth and cedar bark, and Pantherkit found himself oddly comforted by the familiar scents. When he finally wriggled into the little hollow beneath the roots, Pantherkit sat back on his haunches and surveyed his new discovery. The space was small but cozy, with just enough room for him to stretch out if he tucked his paws beneath him. He could hear the faint rustle of wind outside, its chill muted by the thick walls of the nursery. This wasn’t a bad spot. He could stash moss or feathers here, maybe even a favorite trinket if he found one. A flicker of pride stirred in his chest as he glanced back toward the rest of the nursery, hidden from view by the thick tangle of brambles. He wasn’t sure if any of the other kits had found this spot before, but it didn’t matter. Right now, it was his. Pantherkit tucked his tail around his paws, letting the cold air settle around him as he contemplated what he might do with his little corner of the world. For now, it was enough to have a place of his own, a tiny haven in the vast, unpredictable world of ShadowClan.
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Blackkit overheard the older cats saying that Spottedkit was Spottedpaw now.. That's not fair! She though.She was six moons old..Almost seven! She frowned. She padded up to Blacktail. "Blacktail? I heard that Spottedkit is a apprentice now..and I wanted to ask since I'm Six moons old how I can be a apprentice? I'm scared of Dawnstar..I heard she kills cats who don't do what she says!" She mewed. @Diamondfur
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Blackkit overheard the older cats saying that Spottedkit was Spottedpaw now.. That's not fair! She though.She was six moons old..Almost seven! She frowned. She padded up to Blacktail. "Blacktail? I heard that Spottedkit is a apprentice now..and I wanted to ask since I'm Six moons old how I can be a apprentice? I'm scared of Dawnstar..I heard she kills cats who don't do what she says!" She mewed. @Diamondfur
"you have to request a cerimony. and i ashure you that dawnstar does not do that." blacktail mews
Sootpaw short-furred, dark, charcoal-gray tabby tom with white markings, and sharp amber-copper eyes.
purrks: prison escape - tier 1
he/him | shc apprentice | 16 moons
Sootpaw’s ears twitched at the soft shuffle of movement from within the nursery, his sharp copper gaze darting toward the side as a small, hesitant figure emerged. The first thing he noticed was how tiny she was—her fur ruffled from laying in her nest, her steps cautious yet curious as she padded toward him. Deerkit, if he remembered correctly. One of the youngest in the nursery. His tail flicked behind him, brushing lightly against the frost-covered ground as he watched her approach, her wide, uncertain eyes fixed on the blackbird at his white paws. When she spoke, her voice was so quiet he almost missed it, the faint stammer threading through her words catching his attention more than the request itself. For a moment, Sootpaw just stared at her, his expression unreadable. The frost-bitten air between them hung heavy with silence as he processed her words, his sharp gaze flicking between her and the blackbird. Then, slowly, one corner of his mouth quivered upward—not quite a smile, more of a dry smirk, the kind that didn’t reach his eyes. “You’re worried about me?” he asked, his tone low and edged with sarcasm, though not unkind. He let out a short, quiet huff, shaking his head as if the very idea was absurd. “You’re supposed to be the one eating, Deerkit. That’s kind of the point of me dragging this thing all the way over here.” He crouched down then, his forepaw reaching out to nudge the blackbird a little closer to her, its glossy feathers ruffling faintly under his touch. “Take as much as you want,” he said, his voice firm but not harsh. “That’s what it’s here for. I don’t need any of it.”
He could feel her hesitation even without looking directly at her—the way her small paws shuffled against the frosty ground, her wide eyes flickering between him and the bird like she wasn’t sure she deserved it. It reminded him, unpleasantly, of himself at her age, though he quickly shoved the thought aside. “You’re not going to eat the whole thing anyway,” he added after a moment, his tone turning dry again as he sat back on his haunches, his tail curling loosely around his paws. “Not with that tiny stomach of yours. So don’t worry about it.” His copper eyes narrowed slightly, studying her with that sharp, calculating look he always seemed to wear—like he was trying to figure her out without actually saying as much.
Deerkit blinked up at the apprentice again with her wide, brown eyes, then nodded. Okay...i-if you're sure." She mewed, still feeling a little guilty. But she was hungry. Her siblings were missing, and she hadn't seen much of her mother lately either. Deerkit bowed her head gratefully before taking big, hungry bites from the bird's chest and wing. Sootpaw was right, she couldn't eat much. She was still young, and given leaf-bare's...well...leaf-bare-ness, coupled with Tigerleaf not being around that much, she wasn't used to eating much anyway. So after only a few bites, Deerkit toppled backward, full.
"Th-Thank you!" She purred gratefully with a bright smile on her tiny maw. "I don't remember the last time I was this full!" She purred. Now the little kit let out a yawn, having eaten her fill she suddenly felt like she could sleep for moons.
Sootpaw short-furred, dark, charcoal-gray tabby tom with white markings, and sharp amber-copper eyes.
purrks: prison escape - tier 1
he/him | shc apprentice | 16 moons
Sootpaw watched Deerkit carefully as she began to eat, her small, hurried bites breaking the quiet of the frosty evening. He didn’t say a word, though his copper gaze remained sharp and focused, not missing the way her movements seemed almost desperate at first, like she wasn’t sure when she’d next have the chance to eat. It reminded him of how some kits acted when the prey pile was lean during harder seasons. The sight made something twist in his chest—a faint, flickering pang of irritation, not directed at her, but at the situation. Where was her mother? Her siblings? She shouldn’t have to act like a starving rogue over something as simple as a meal. When Deerkit finally toppled back, her wide brown eyes shone with gratitude, and Sootpaw’s ear flicked at her soft, stammering thanks. Her words should’ve warmed him, but instead, they left an odd, bitter taste in his mouth. He dipped his head slightly, acknowledging her gratitude, though his expression remained unreadable, his copper eyes shadowed with something unspoken. “You’re welcome,” he said after a moment, his voice quiet but firm. He rose to his paws in a fluid motion, his white-tipped tail flicking once behind him as he glanced toward the nursery entrance. “But you didn’t finish it.” His tone was matter-of-fact, though there was no judgment in it.
He bent down briefly, nudging the remaining blackbird closer to her with his nose. Its feathers, ruffled from her earlier bites, caught the fading light of dusk, their glossy sheen muted by the cold air. “Take the rest back to the nursery,” he said, his voice gaining a sharper edge of authority, though it was softened by the faintest hint of concern. “There are other kits in there who could use it. Or a queen.” He paused, his copper eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her again, his sharp gaze cutting through the frostbitten air like a blade. “You’re not the only one who hasn’t eaten much lately, I’d bet.” Sootpaw stepped back, giving her room to move, though he didn’t yet turn to leave. He didn’t trust that she’d follow through—not out of laziness, but because she seemed like the type to hesitate, to second-guess herself. He let out a short breath, his tail flicking again. “Make sure someone else gets it,” he added, his voice softening slightly, though the weight of his words remained. “Even if it’s just a couple of bites. We don’t waste prey, and we don’t keep it to ourselves when others need it more. That’s not how this works, got it?” There was no malice in his tone, only a quiet insistence, like he was imparting a lesson he thought she ought to learn early. He hesitated for just a moment longer, as if considering whether to say more, but then shook his head slightly, the movement quick and dismissive.
“Get some rest after that,” he said finally, his voice gruff but not unkind. “You’ll need it if you want to keep up with everyone else tomorrow.” With that, he turned and padded away, his white paws barely making a sound against the frost-coated ground. As he moved back toward the apprentice’s den, his copper gaze flicked once over his shoulder, catching sight of Deerkit one last time. A faint frown tugged at the corner of his mouth, his thoughts a swirl of frustration and something quieter, harder to name. He shook it off as he disappeared into the shadows, leaving the kit behind with her blackbird and his unspoken hopes that she’d do the right thing.
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Deerkit felt a rush of guilt when Sootpaw pointed out that she didn't finish it, but looking at the blackbird even now, she knew she'd never be able to finish it on her own. When he said to take the rest back, she rose to her paws with a nod. That was a good idea! She didn't know any cat in the nursery personally at this point...but surely he was right. And since she started to eat it, it was her responsibility now to ensure it was completely eaten. She looked up at the apprentice with a dutiful nod and determination in her eyes. "I will! Don't worry! I'll make sure it's put to good use." She mewed.
She struggled to grab the bird and drag it back, but after a couple of attempts she figured out to unsheath her claws for better traction in the snow. She dragged the blackbird back towards the nursery, glancing up and flicking an ear in acknowledgement as Sootpaw left. Once she got the blackbird into the nursery, she turned to face into the nursery. Taking a deep breath to steady herself. "H-Hey everycat! We've got some prey here!"" She yowled, having to catch her breath after. Hoping that got the others' attention. She didn't notice Sootpaw's eyes on her, but glanced over her shoulder to where Sootpaw had disappeared, blinking gratefully once more towards where he left.
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