Robinkit totted up slowly to the rock. He was curious about what this was about.
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Me: Oh hi ;-; Do you need something?
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Lynxkit
Ginger and yellow bobtail with pale golden eyes - Cis female, She/her - 2 moons old - Riverclan kit - Neutral mood
[Open for interaction]
She was running, sprinting. She wasn't too sure where she was, where she was running, if she was running from something or towards something, just that she loved it! It was so free, and wonderful! She sprung right over a root, rounded a bush, and breezed past a few flowers, in the prosses of all this even managing to scare up a bird. The feathery creature flew up, wings flapping and a distressed warning-call rung out over the meadow-like landscape. 'Let all cats old enough to swim gather to hear my words!' The bird called before disappearing back into the long vegetation a bit further away.
Lynxkit blinked, somewhat confused. Then blinked again. She had been dreaming, dreaming of a place beyond her nest, beyond the nursery, and beyond the trapping walls of the camp, and she had been free. Brr. She shook the images away from her mind and got up to poke her head out. Oooo! A meeting! Yes! Lynxkit was about two moons old now and had slept through the only other meeting she had been alive for, but now she would be attending. Sure, Pike-leader had said 'all cats old enough to swim', but Lynxkit could probobly learn to swim, if someone bothered teaching her so... yeeeaaah, she was old enough.
That was all that Lynxkit needed, and the bobtailed kit smilingly trotted outside. But when she had all four paws on the ground outside the nursery, she found herself a bit confused. Where was she supposed to sit? Should she pick someone to sit with, or just find a good place by herself? Some cats were sitting together, but then again, Lynxkit was very, very, very bad at talking to strangers. So alone? Yup, alone.
The ginger and yellow-furred kit clicked her tongue a little before finding a spot and plopping herself down there. It was a good spot, close to the nursery, the safty, while also hearing what Pike-leader was saying. A part of now wanted to wrap her tail over her little paws to look all proper like the big cats, but with her little stump of a tail, that wasn't really an option for her.
Dunesong - non-binary - all pronouns
The short red warrior made his way towards the stream stone, their paw steps slowing down as they neared. A large crowd…this won’t do swerving away Dunesong found themselves walking towards a place she never thought she’d go back to. The nursery the place that held more of her memories than anywhere else and it was also a place of deep guilt and regret. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t fair, why did everyone else get a happy feeling when visiting this place? Why didn’t they feel her regret and pain? The feeling of loosing everything and everyone you’ve ever learned to love. Then a ball of orange fur caught his eye and he paused a few tail lengths away. Watching in interest, she sat down and although she felt stupid happily watched this kit, what was their name again…lynxkit?
It had been a long time since anyone had caught their eye and promptly they where bemused by this. When the kit sat down Dunesong got to their paws and quietly padded over while gently calling out, hey enough room for two?
Pale golden eyes watched the other cats all gather around and take their seats, but widened as she spotted a grey pelt. It belonged to a large, fluffy-looking deputy-cat; Slatewhisker! Her gaze followed the second in command as they sat down, amazed for a few moments before her attention was pulled aside by a loud-voiced fella who breezed past her and went to... hug Pike-leader? Also, Snowkit (as she had identified the other kit) called Pike-leader Snowleader, which Lynxkit immediately felt an impulse to protest at, but she remained quiet. She was a little jealous at the fact that Snowkit got to hug the leader though.
And then yet another Highrank entered the ring, and Lynxkit's attention was claimed by Fawnpaw padding over towards the Steamstone. But the ginger and yellow kit frowned a little when she saw how not-happy the medicine cat looked. Why was the healer-cat sad? This was a weird first meeting.
But then probably the most unexpected thing yet happened, as someone approached her. Ok, so that was new. Annnnnd, she wasn't really sure how to react to that. Like.... how much eye contact should she make while they were walking her way? It was a question she didn't have an answer to, so she simply resorted to staring straight into the grow-up cat's eyeballs as they came closer. She had NO idea why someone was walking over, but maybe they were just looking for company? Yup, seemed to be case since they asked if there was room for two.
Lynxkit grinned at the cat and nodded. "Sure,,, er..." She... didn't know the name of this cat at all... "The name's Lynxkit!" She smiled, hoping the warrior would introduce themselves right back, and her lack of knowledge about her clanmates would be an issue no more!
Ferretkit looked over at Lynxkit. She seemed to be sitting alone! Getting to his paws he raced over to her, skidding a little as he sat next to her. "Hey Lynxkit!" He mewed, tilting his head and grinning sweetly. "I wonder what this meeting's about, dont you?" He whispered, because he didn't want to get in trouble for talking to loudly.
Dashing out of the nursery as she heard Snowleader's call, she flung. She was still having nightmares about dozing off randomly, but that was A-OK! "YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!" She howled as she flung across the clearing and hugged Snowleader's leg. "Snowweader!! I wove you! You awe the most awesomest cat I've ewer seen!!" Snowkit yowled, Snowleader was great!! He was awesome! When Snowkit became an apprentice, Snowleader HAD to be her mentor(He wasn't actually going to be of course)He was just so awesome! "Bwuebewsister! Wet's watch the meeting together!!" Snowkit yowled as she jumped off of Snowleader's leg.
Bluebellkit jumped as she watched her sister yowl and hug the leaders leg. She must as she was sure the intentions were good, now didn't exactly seem like the right time. Her sister bounded over to her, and Bluebellkit accepted her with a smile. "Okay! Come here and sit next to me!"
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Fawnpaw
She didn't want to be here. She wanted to run. Stars, her legs buzzed with anxiety as Fawnpaw crouched just inside her den. Blue eyes were wide, staring out at the gathering cats. Ever since her first encounter with Thorn, she had felt... terrified. That was a good word. Every single fiber of her being begged her to tell someone - Slatewhisker, Pikestar, her dad - but his threat rang clear in her mind and caused her to halt her tracks. No. She couldn't gamble on the lives of kits. She wouldn't. Though it had stopped bleeding shortly after the owner of the slicing claw had left, a thin scabbing wound was evident along her cheek. Luckily, Fawnpaw had been in her den for quite awhile since the incident, so no one had a chance to notice it.
But now there was a meeting. And if she didn't show, Pikestar would surely come looking for her, and the observant leader would definitely notice it. With him up on the rock and eyes on him, Fawnpaw knew that cats noticing the tiny scar on her face was less than likely.
Deep breaths. Steadying herself, Fawnpaw rose to her paws and strode out of the den, keeping her gaze fixated on the Streamstone (not quite lifted to Pikestar yet, but not down at the ground either). Her nose instantly caught wind of the familiar scent of Thorn but she refused to look his direction. Instead, the fawn dappled medicine cat took a seat off to the side yet sort of near the front. She wasn't... too sure if she was suppose to sit somewhere specific? Hopefully she wouldn't be out of place here. Turning her head finally, her blue gaze landed on her brother (stars, he still looked so tired...) as she awaited the rest of the meeting.
[ open-ish if anyone wants to notice the mysterious scar on her cheek ]
She watched as the medicine cat nervously edged out of the medicine den. Lilycreek stared, perplexed. She knew Fawnpaw was deeply affected by the murders of Weedkit and her son, but she didn't think the she cat would let it show so... loudly on her face. Concern dripped into her heart. Had something happened?
She walked over, ready to offer some sort of comfort to her new friend when she pulled up short.
"Good morning, Fawnpaw- dear, what happened to your cheek?" A small flame of fear flared as she gently examined the cut.
Firekit shot forward, with a small squawk of gayness.
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Birdpaw exited the flowery apprentice's den. Today was a good day. She could feel it in her scarred little legs. Looking up at her dad, she attempted to catch his eye and send a bright smile at him. He was always so sad, ever since she got back. She hated seeing Snowbuddy said. Or was it Snowdad now?
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