Whistlekit has to stop her frown from getting worse. Wrinkles. What was wrong with the Snowykits? A lot, that's what. So many things that it was difficult to say. In fact, it shocked her that Whirlkit didn't know any of this. At all. She'd thought all the kits knew by now.
"They're mean," Whistlekit meows simply, tidying the base of her fur. "They pick a fight with every single kit in the nursery. Especially Frostkit and Jaggedkit." She shudders, sticking closer to Whirlkit, before she whispers,
"And Frostkit and Strawberrykit bite. Be careful, or they'll kill you in your sleep. Don't tell any cat I said it. It's a secret." Whistlekit is satisfied with this, and she tosses the mossball to Whirlkit, waiting for the kit to catch it and throw it back.
Whirlkit catches, it, kinda. ut bounces off her, but she bats it back. Whirlkit says, "NOT NICE!"
Leopardkit [OPEN]
Windclan // She/they // 4 moons FIRST RP HERE!!! SORRY IF I MESS UP!
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Hiding away within the corner of the nursery was Leopardkit, unbothered to reside upon any form of nest so long as it meant that she got to be alone. Truth is; she wasn’t shy. Leopardkit was fairly well known between the other kits of the nursery to be quite.. Mean. Often making blunt remarks, or simply making others feel bad. Despite this, that was never Leopardkit’s intention — in fact, she had no clue that to any other kit, they may be coming off in an unfriendly manner.
Still, this kit wasn’t particularly keen on socializing. They’d rather focus on their upcoming training, currently that being in playing little kit games. Games are fun. But how long until games become war?
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Leopoard stares at the moss below them, lost in thought.
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Seedkit Windclan
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Ouch, ouch, ouch! Jag was just so mean, far too mean. The only thing that she could think of to counter his claims was a simple, sharp… “No!” Maybe one day she’d have to fight, but she did not have to fight now. She was free to play and have fun as she pleased, no matter how trivial it was to anyone else–even her own bumhead brother.
With a frown on her face, she shlumped down onto the ground, paws pressed into the comfy moss of their nest. “‘M not weak, I like… I like being nice an’ stuff, Jag.” She murmured in disagreement, but she couldn’t the rapid thumping of her tail behind her at the idea of her brother actually hanging out with her! Even if it was something as silly as teaching her ‘not to be weak’. She never spent much time with her brother–either of them, really–cause they were always off tousling somewhere. Perhaps she could… Soften him up, just a little bit!
Seedkit's reaction proved his point, she was weak or something like that. "and being nice is weak" he responded rolling his eyes. Jaggedkit took a step out of the nest and briefly stretched before turning to face his sister again. Puffing up his fur, he slightly lowered himself in crouch. Hunting crouch, pouncing crouch it was all the same. "come on, lets fight! I'll go easy on you and maybe you'll actually learn something useful." he wouldn't be rough housing to much with seedkit, definitely not like with his brother. What if he hurt by accident? Straws and cards would definitely gut him for that. "it'll be fun I swear! Please?"
Maybe asking nicely would work, now that he was fully awake he was itching for some action. Something to do, there was no frostkit in sight and he didn't feel like antagonizing someone just to brawl with them. Plus maybe he could get to know seedkit better? Who was he kidding he did care
Two out of three not bad! Crowkit was still.... somewhere but hopefully he'd turn up at some point.
For now Crowtooth was too busy getting attacked, 'yelping' as if Gracklekits swipe was a real blow and theatrically toppling over (not on top of his nephew), letting the pheasant fall to the ground in full drama, even as he nudged the bird towards the kittens to be investigated. "Wounded! Ive been mortally wounded by this windclan warrior, aint never gonna recover, done in by my own nephew!" It was an act partially ruined by his giant grin and the fact that as soon as Egretkit was close he nabbed her for a cuddle, still flopped, but it was fun.
"Well look at that kiddo! Ya sound just like me Egret that's amazin'! An' here I thought Crowkit was supposed ta be my mini-me! Next yer gonna go inta tunnelin' like me too an' yer Dad gonna try an' strangle me fer it heh! Little secret, both o' yer parents hate the tunnels but theyre bein' mice about it~"
Hawkfur would probably make him pay for saying that later but for now he wasnt here to stop Crowtooth from corrupting his kids.
Flipping onto his front finally (and taking Egretkit with him in a little ride) the tom spread out the large bird showing off all its long and pretty feathers, even wiggling the tail feathers to potentially bait a pounce. "This right here is a pheasant! An' yer right it is a big o' bird~ I was thinkin' its comin' time fer ya to be able to eat just a bit o' prey right so I thought we might share!"
They might actually have already started eating prey or maybe this was their first time, Crowtooth had no clue on kit development, but even if that failed the feathers were prime kit entertainment.
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