Out With the Old, In With the New [SHC Nursery Cleanout]

[anika]

Cougarkit
ShadowClan Kit
She / Her ; 3 Moons
3 / 10

Cougarkit squealed as Emberkit gave the group an instruction: to jump. Racing forward, the mottled she-kit began to pack the moss down with her jumping skills.

[ @Mica // @finley // @Star // @Fits ]

[Star]

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Canopykit
Pale ginger tabby with darker orange markings and dusty brown eyes
He/Him | 4 Moons| + every 6th | ShadowClan Kit | The epitome of calm
{ #OP81 }

Purrks:
Flock Together T1 [INACTIVE] • Agatha Kitty [Permanently Active]
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... Jump...? Oh. Uhm.

Canopykit glanced down at the moss at his paws, and awkwardly patted it with a paw. Noticing he wasn't going to get anywhere like that, he let out a sigh before adding more force to his pats. It didn't do a whole lot like it would had he jumped, but it was... Something, at least.

{ @Mica - Emberkit | @finley - Snakekit | @anika - Cougarkit | @Fits - Foxkit }
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[Star]

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Icepaw
White she-kit with very pale, barely visible rosette spots and mint eyes.
She/Her | 7 Moons| + every 6th | ShadowClan Apprentice | Selectively Mute
[8/100]

Purrks:
Well Insulated [Permanently Active] • Mind Reader [Permanently Active]
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... Okay. Weaving branches, sure. She supposed she could do that. Icepaw followed Coyotepaw to pick up the same materials he did, and snuck glances at him to figure out how she was supposed to do this. Weave the branches through... And cover with moss... Hm. Got it. Icepaw got to work, except her weavings were very sloppy. It worked, of course, but they may need some helping. Her ears pinned to her head as she took a look at her handiwork, not amused. Interesting. It looked way easier when other cats were doing it, so why did she have so much trouble???

{ @seeingstars - Coyotepaw | @jay - Thistleblaze }
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[Daragca]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 42 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Owlthroat nodded at Nightshiver, offering a warm smile. Beginning to make his way towards the materials, they were different shapes and sizes but more than enough for him to sink his teeth into. They’d offer stable protection for the dens, keep them warm for Leafbare. There was a personal investment too, keep his family safe. They’d been far too many predators recently, the rats were probably the worst of it.

His teeth grasped a clump of the branches and began to heave his way over, leaving them more accessible for reach.

[ @Estelle ]