ThunderClan Clearing

[Estelle]

Poppykit didn’t care about being the first awake or not -- though in her mind she was, not having noticed Acornkit and her screeching as the kitten’s goal was set in her mind; all her focus had gone towards getting to Raspberrysplotch to a point where her sister’s loud call barely fazed her. Her eyes had closed at it and her ears pinned back, but it happened unconsciously.

Wobbly paws propped the kitten up against the nest, tiny claws digging into the moss so she wouldn’t fall over again. A bright smile drew on the kitten’s maw, eyes filled with excitement as mumzie came to praise her walking skills. Hehe, Poppykit couldn’t be happier, face positively beaming with pride.

When Raspberrysplotch responded affirmative to the patched tabby’s reminder, the wispy-furred kitten answered with a loud squeal of delight. She couldn’t wait to go out and see pap and all the cool warriors and the StarClan and the light! Hazel eyes shone with delight at the prospect of exploring the camp, and when her mother got up and shook out her pelt (Poppykit trying to follow he gaze), the kitten fell back on her back with a laugh.

Only then, through her giddy laughter, did Acornkit’s voice break through the barrier in her mind. Oops, she rolled onto her paws and her ears angled back a moment, briefly pouting before the expression vanished into thin air and a smile was on her maw again.
“Poppy soerry!”
She called after the excited Acornkit, momentarily amazed by how fluidly her siblings got about.

While Acornkit and Fawnkit raced to be the first outside, Poppykit was still on the ground. But, she was determined! Her tongue blepped out in deep concentration as she carefully positioned her paws below her. She was going outside too! Pushing herself back up, the first thing she did was promptly fall back down, hitting her chin on the ground. Oopsie. She huffed with a grin and forced her legs to cooperate as she got up again, standing wobbly on her legs, but upright! She didn’t need to catch up to Fawnkit and Acornkit anyway, nu-uh.

Secretly, the kitten was a little nervous about going outside for the first time. That’s why she didn’t mind sticking close to her mumzie for now, walking along with her as her paws moved everywhere but the straight path ahead. She fumbled and she stumbled as she always did, legs often forming a strange V-shape when she stood still – either inwardly or outwardly. But the little one was thoroughly unaware, far too focused on the new goal set in her mind: outside.

“Out! Out!”
She screamed with excitement as she progressed towards the nursery’s bright exit, the light nearly blinding her soon-to-be warm hazel-coloured eyes. In fact, the light was so blinding she had to squint her eyes closed. But as she stumbled into the nursery’s entrance, standing on the threshold of the unknown, the kitten’s eyes slowly opened back up.

“Wowzie…”
She gasped in amazement. Her legs trembled with nerves and excitement, her eyes adjusting to the brightly lit clearing, her ears swivelling about as unknown sounds came from all corners. It was almost overwhelming, and a small part of the kitten was tempted to hide with mumzie and never go out again. But the bigger part of her was so excited, so curious, she just stood on the threshold of the unknown as those feelings mingled and fought inside her.

That is, until she spotted a familiar slender, dark-brown feline, with sharp features somewhat similar to herself. At once, all the worry and fear were replaced by an innate excitement, her eyes lighting up brightly again.

“Pap!”
She squealed, all but forgotten about her previous internal battle. With shaky paws the kitten began to stumble over, falling face first tot the ground after barely two steps, so excited she was to see her pap. But Poppykit didn’t mind; far too glad to see him, she tried getting up, fell again, then got up a second time. This time slower, she practically skipped over with flailing limbs, stumbling and tumbling and falling all the way to her father until she could look him in the eyes (or at least try to).

“Up, up! Poppy go up!! Pleeease”
Trying to stand on her back paws, she fell backwards onto her back unable to keep her balance. Even so, her point had hopefully come across as she scrambled back onto her paw, laying with her belly on the ground and her unruly paws beneath her. She eyed her father and then his back, desperately wanting a badger-ride to see more of the clearing and be close to him. Pulling a pleading face, large and round kitten eyes stared up at him hoping he’d comply, silently wishing pretty pretty pleeeaaaseeee.

The clearing was so humongous, after all! How else was she supposed to see anything? (And badger rides were arguably the best thing in the world, too). As a large and scary-looking feline passed by, the kitten was momentarily distracted, eyes following the huge scarred-looking cat. That… Must be… A warrior??? She tilted her head curiously, forgetting her manners as she stared at the cat before a shuffling sound in front of her reminded her of what she’d been doing. Right! Asking pap for a badger ride! Promptly her eyes returned on her father, pleading face reactivated.


[ @Ladiebugg @Woodlow @{Roach} @TheNyanCatMinecart @umbreon_22 @silverwynds ]

[Tecumori]

Plumkit - The Mischievous One
ThunderClan | Kit | He/Him | 1 moon

Plumkit pulled and tugged on his mama's leg trying to speed her along but let go as he noticed one of his sissies tumble down. "Mama, Poppy fall down!" He giggled, waddling away from Raspberrysplotch and over to his sister. She seemed to be having a hard time standing, which confused Plumkit because he didn't have any trouble at all. Maybe her legs were broken or something.

He didn't think too hard about it though, as he was suddenly distracted by a flash of fur racing past him. "Ack! Wait for me!" he squealed, scrambling to catch up to Acornkit and Fawnkit, completely forgetting about his struggling sister.

Until then, all the lilac kitten ever knew were the warm confines of the nursery and the soft moss bed he and his family slept in. He was taken aback by how big his world had grown so quickly. Yellow eyes beamed up at the fluffy white things floating against the blue, trailing to discover that there was a round yellow thing too! Plumkit looked directly at it and studied it closely, before squinting his eyes shut and mewling in pain. "Oooowieeee! Mama! My eyes hurt!" he whimpered, pawing at his now teary eyes.

He rubbed at them and when he opened them again, he was amazed by the strange blotches swirling in front of him. He giggled, looking up at a big brown cat that swirled and distorted into funny shapes and colors. Once his vision cleared up, he recognized the big cat as his Papa. "Papa!" Plumkit squealed again, and dove right under Eveningdance to try and nip at his ankles.

@Estelle | @Ladiebugg | @{Roach} | @TheNyanCatMinecart | @silverwynds | @umbreon_22

(anyone ever have a staring contest with the sun? I did once... and I won)

Image of my oc was created using Clangen Cat Maker

[Barnaby]

Fawn'kit

Fawnkit shook out her body as dirt and dust caught into her fluffy pelt. She grumbled at that but ignored it as she turned around and found a beetle. It was a bright green beetle with sparkly wings, and a long snout.

She giggled as it walked funny, copying its movements she waddled in a weird way before the beetle flew towards her face and she squealed, falling onto her back with a oomph!

Getting up she noticed her father Eveningdance and ran over to him sliding on her paws as she ran towards him.

#fire

@Estelle, @Ladiebugg, @TheNyanCatMinecart, @silverwynds, @umbreon_22, @Woodlow

[silver.]

eveningdance // he/him // 43 moons

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Today was definitely the day. And because of this knowledge, he had humbly requested to be excused from any morning patrols so he could witness his little one's first venture outside of the comfort of their nest. A very loving father-- perhaps a bit too much so much to the dismay of the other Thunderclan queens-- even a cat as subdued as him could barely contain his excitement. So laying in wait (literally), the tabby lays outstretched in the camp clearing, enjoying the Greenleaf warmth on his pelt as he waits.

His patience is quickly rewarded as he hears the excited squealing of the kits leaving the nursery. Eveningdance sits up in his spot almost immediately, ears perked as he listens for their bumbling pawsteps. No more time for lounging. It was about to begin! Excited calls of his name brings a small smile to his face and a gentle purr to his throat. Plumkit reaches him first, dipping beneath his slender frame... Silly little one. He knew what his intention was and Papa wasn't going to allow it. Now that they were all old enough to leave the nest, they needed to learn their manners. And manners meant saving kitten nips for play only.

After one or two pricks to his skin, he decides to lay back down, right atop the feisty kit. Now to see how long it would be until he wriggled himself free. When his sweet Poppykit makes her way over, the pride in his eyes shines bright. He can't help but admire her determination. Such strength she possessed... Hopefully she would be able to become a warrior one day. The clan could use more cats like her. However... She knew how to get her way. And it worked every time. Who could resist the pleading eyes of such an adorable kit? An affectionate lick passes over Poppykit's forehead before he stands-- releasing Plumkit in the process-- and bites gently into her scruff so he can lift her onto his back.

"There we are..." And once she's situated, here comes Fawnkit. A chirp from her father greets her as she approaches, another affectionate lick swiping over the little one's head. "Hello, hello, my little ones... Are you ready to see the camp today?"

@Estelle // @Ladiebugg // @{Roach} // @TheNyanCatMinecart // @Woodlow // @umbreon_22

[Rose]

Mapleface blinked.

[ Closed, Activity ]

[ELL10T]

Originally Posted by navarra

That was fine. It just meant that there was nothing beyond their clan anyway. Alderstep studied Berryfrost, still wishing irrationally for the answer. It wasn't his business, though. It never had been.

And it never will be. He fixated on his sister's paws as she rose, ears twitching back slightly. It was nobody's fault but his that he couldn't keep his family together. Even if they were back physically, he'd never have the sort of bond he saw others have, the kind that he saw as annoyingly soft-hearted. All because he was what? Callous, insensitive, cruel, rude; the list goes on.

"I don't hate you," Alderstep murmured, looking down at his own paws. Stars, he must be really awful if he'd made her think that he loathed her existence. He didn't doubt he made everyone he ever talked to feel the same. Some brother he was.

BerryFrost
BerryFrost blinked, trying to communicate that she was suprised.

"You dont." She asked.

She exhaled and looked at the ground.

"How about we start over." She asked.

[xavier.]

Sparrowkit sat

Rosekit rolled on the ground covering their white fur in dirt.

Featherglow thought about something productive.

[ CLOSED - ACTIVITY ]

[elaif]

Cracklepaw noted that Rosekit liked rolling in the dirt, hmm he would make sure to give them the full experience by burying them alive later.

[iliri]

• Snowbird •
medium-furred, lithe, snow-white molly with heterochromatic blue-and-green eyes
Purrks: N/A
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Bug hunting? Mismatched eyes twinkled inquisitively as the petite feline examined the young molly with a dainty twitch of her whiskers, silently questioning the rather random hobby that the young molly had expelled to her. Nonetheless, at least the young kit was perfectly fine with no injuries taken from her little fall, that was the least of the snow-white feline’s worries. “Well, at least you aren’t hurt or anything, darling. It would be really horrible if you got yourself hurt.” She mewed, a smile plastering onto her face as she softly brushed her bushy tail among the younger kit’s shoulders, a simple sign of affection. Even if she didn’t know the kit really well—or really, at all—it was best to show her that she was concerned for the younger one's well-being and health in general. It was something to be looked after, after all. Black-tipped ears gradually grew alert when the young feline was explaining that she was trying to catch a colorful beetle, the snow-white feline mentally hiding the disgust that she felt as soon as the bug was mentioned. She didn’t necessarily have a big deal with kits trying to catch bugs since they were young, but the simple thought of the disgusting little beings were more than enough to make her hackles raise and shudder in disgust. She wasn’t really the biggest fan of bugs of any type, but she’ll tolerate them to a degree if a kit was willing to catch them for fun. The petite molly watched as Fawnkit eagerly stomped up towards the rock that she seemed to want to demonstrate for the beetle that she was trying to catch, the medium-furred molly silently listening to the words that escaped the young molly’s mouth as she yammered.

The feline watched as Fawnkit pulled out her best effort with trying to do a hunting crouch; her posture was sloppy and her form wasn’t right. Snowbird would’ve been the type to make a comment about it if it were a warrior doing it, but she kept her mouth shut as she continued to listen to the young kit explain what she was trying to do. Mismatched eyes followed the kit as she watched her rush up towards the flat stone and lay her paw atop of its surface, the white molly silently observing the way she had been positioned while doing so. She was too slow with her movements and they weren’t exactly coordinated with one another, but it wasn’t like Snowbird could do much about that. She couldn’t help but feel a swell of sympathy form deeply within her chest when she saw the sheer look of disappointment flash across the young kits’ face when she explained that the beetle flew away right before she could catch it. “Well, one day you will catch the little bug, dear, it’ll just take time and practice. It’ll almost be just as long as it takes to become a warrior: but not quite as long, as I’m saying.” She purred, her lips tugging into an upwards smile as she explained her personal thoughts to the other kit. Her expression quickly contorted to understanding when the kit asked for it she was going to make a good hunter when she grew older, and Snowbird’s lips pursed as she thought carefully of how to respond. The snow-furred molly herself hadn’t really been born as a full-blooded warrior, but as one with kittypet roots. It had been hard for her to properly learn and understand the cruel ways of clan-life and the importance of how to cope with the dangers of the wild.

She could easily feel her heart yearning for the young kit in front of her, a deep path of understanding eliminating deep from her chest as she gently draped her fluffy tail among the kit's shoulders, smiling softly down at her. “I think you will make a great hunter when you are a warrior, Fawnkit. It took me some time and effort to learn the ways of clan-life when I first joined moons ago. I’m sure that you will learn just as much as I did, dear.” she leaned her head down to gently rasp her tongue among the young kit’s head, doing it merely out of affection for the younger molly right in front of her. She wanted the kit to feel like she was equally loved and appreciated, so that was simply her way of showing it.

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@{Roach}

[odessa]

Originally Posted by ~'Atlas-The-Lemon'~

BerryFrost
BerryFrost blinked, trying to communicate that she was suprised.

"You dont." She asked.

She exhaled and looked at the ground.

"How about we start over." She asked.

"I don't," Alderstep repeated, shuffling his paws awkwardly as he did so. He felt cold, which was illogical because it was warm out but here he was, feeling frozen to the spot. Maybe it had something to do with how odd (that word didn't express the situation correctly, 'jarring' did much better) it was to be with his sister again.

Her sigh made him finally tear his gaze to look up at Berryfrost, but she wasn't looking at him anymore. Alderstep stilled his fidgeting movements in shock, confusion rippling the fur along his spine as he tried to register what she'd just said.

"Start over?" he queried, appalled. "You-" Alderstep grimaced as his words stumbled across his tongue, stuttering out of his mouth frustratingly. "You just disappeared without a word and you- you want to start over?" He clenched his paws, repeatedly sheathing and unsheathing his claws with anxiety. "How could you say that?" he hissed lowly, ears fully flitting back against his head for a second before Alderstep shuttered his expression.

Life didn't work like that. He couldn't just let go of the way he had tried to forget that he'd ever had a sister, simply to escape the pain grief had brought his heart and insomnia plaguing his restless nights. All that and for what? To pretend it had never happened? That it was all okay? Was that what Berryfrost was suggesting?

[aaaa miscommunication oh no-]