“My names Mistykit, you?” She asked as she laid down next to them/he/she.
Rapid || GenderFluid any pronouns
Rapid looked over "Rapid'Kit" It was a simple direct response. Rapid never really interacted with others their age and if they did it was a hello and soon he just avoided others. It felt nice to talk. "Mind telling about yourself?" Their tone was flat and the only thing that gave off expression was their eyes that showed interest and excitement.
slipping out of the warriors den, it didn't take long for snowwillow to see her sibling looking around, for her she assumed. long legs brought her over to wispypaw, steps light and quick. "wispypaw!" she greeted, lips splitting open into a soft smile. she wondered if wispypaw had started their training yet - they were still pretty young. "one o' those for me?"
>Wispypaw<
One last sweep of the clearing brought them to look in the direction of their sister, and their demeanor visibly brightened as they stepped forward to meet her. ”Snowwillow, hi!” they chirped, and set one of the mice down by her paws. “Yeah! If, uh, if you want to eat, that is. We just haven’t gotten to spend’a whole lotta time together lately.”
They beamed at her, practically a gray-blue patch of sunshine sitting amongst the clearing. “How’ve you been? Do any cool warrior duties?”
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Iriskit
The slate-grey she-kit hoped that Laurelkit's first impression of her wouldn't be something like "Oh-ho, she looks dumb. Let's not be friends with her!" because then that would ruin everything. And yes, everything. Iriskit had to be friends with very kit she met! 'Cause then, she'd be smart. And... se didn't know, popular, she supposed? Wasn't what the kit wanted, but it sounded like a faraway dream.
"The name's Iriskit!" Iriskit chirped, practically bouncng on her paws as she reluctantly remained sitting. She had a mad urge to start striking up a game with Laurelkit, but resisted it with success. "My littermates are Cardinalkit and Softkit. And, and," In her excitement to talk and spill out information about her to Laurelkit, Iriskit stumbled in her words, "I really, really like making accessories out of nature." Her almond-shaped green eyes shone with passion and glee at the mention of it. Iriskit wondered if Laurekit would like her if she made her a flower crown. She glanced casually towards the white and black she-kit beside her.
"Enough about me... what do you like to do?" she inquired enthusiastically, swishing her tail and bringing it forth to curl around small, soft paws.
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Dustypaw stepped into WindClan territory, her whiskers twitching. She couldn’t believe this had happened to her. She knew the Clan must be worried about her. She sniffed the air, hoping to catch Twilightstar. She needed to explain that she hadn’t meant to go away. That it hadn’t been her fault. Well, she supposed it had been her fault, but not directly. Oh, if only she could talk to someone!
The warrior gave a hesitant smile at Cowpaw's reaction, hoping the medicine cat wouldn't think of him as too much of a fool. Slatefrost quickly followed behind Cowpaw, relieved that the medicine cat seemed to know where he was going- at least, that's what Slatefrost thought. He stumbled over his paws a bit as he walked, and pelt prickling with embarrassment, decided to talk a bit in a vain attempt to distract away from the fact that he was apparently so clumsy that he even tripped over his own paws.
"So, um, Cowpaw, how is it like being a medicine cat? Is it hard? Oh wait, that's a stupid question of course it's hard, all high ranking positions are hard. Well, do you like being a medicine cat? Oh, never mind that's stupid too, why else would you be here if you didn't like being a medicine cat, uh, do you actually know where we're going now-" Slatefrost stumbled over his own paws again, wincing at his own clumsiness and stopping his ramble. "So do you know where we're going? Actually no, that's stupid don't answer that I'm being stupid, I guess I'll shut up now."
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Rapid looked over "Rapid'Kit" It was a simple direct response. Rapid never really interacted with others their age and if they did it was a hello and soon he just avoided others. It felt nice to talk. "Mind telling about yourself?" Their tone was flat and the only thing that gave off expression was their eyes that showed interest and excitement.
“Well, as you know my name’s MistyKit, my best friend is Owlkit, I like the smell of herbs and the forest.” She took a small breathe in and smiled then continued, “My favorite prey is vole and my favorite colour is green! Would you like to tell me about yourself?” She asked as she tilted her head.
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(It's ok!! I've been sick for like 5 days so the late reply is fine!)
As they made their way among the rocks, the scent of mice grew stronger. One was over near the base of a stone nudging the leaf litter around. Lilacdawn pointed to it with her tail and gave a silent nod to Skunkblaze to go ahead and try to catch that one.
Meanwhile she continued on a little ways, quiet so as not to disturb the mouse she had left Skunkblaze to hunt. There was still the scent of another mouse and she wanted to try to find that one too. As she wandered on she stepped on something scaly and jumped straight into the air, fur fluffed out, to the point that Skunkblaze might very well have seen her. She had stepped on an adder! But as she stared at it, her fur began to lay flat again. It wasn’t moving. Soon Lilacdawn realized it was dead. Unsure whether anyone would eat it, but sure that at least some kits would play with it, she scraped dirt over it until she could come back for it. She figured it must have come out during one of the unusually warm days and died when the temperature dropped again.
Focusing back on tracking down the mouse, she finally spotted it in a small clearing, encircled by rocks. Even though she was more used to chasing after things she forced herself to crouch and wait, lightly getting closer until she could spring. Wonderful! She landed on it and held it between her paws as she nipped the back of its neck. After the scare with the adder she wasn’t sure she was up for doing much more hunting, so she went back to collect the adder and then headed to where she had last seen Skunkblaze.
“I found something… interesting.” She said when she dropped her catch by her Clanmate. Even dead, the adder looked intimidating. “I think it came out when the weather got a little warmer and then died when the temperature dropped again,” she said. “Scared me half to death. Did you want to keep hunting? I think after that experience I’m about ready to head back.”
Her brother's voice reached her perfect orange-and-black ears. Pricking upward, Tulipkit turned toward the sound. The slender black tabby was standing over her. Tulipkit loved her family more than anything else; they were the few cats who could almost match her level of beauty. Fogkit was a bit different from the group, but she still loved him. He did need to keep his pelt a bit cleaner, though. Tulipkit's nose wrinkled. It seemed as though he had flicked off any clinging scraps of moss, but that was about it. He had some work that needed to be done. But she still loved him, and he was the only cat who she would excuse when it came to pelt cleanliness. Sometimes.
"Fogkit, I'd highly recommend going over your pelt once more. Imagine what the Clan would think if they saw us with messy pelts! We're the best cats in WindClan. We can't be going around looking like we don't care about beauty." Tulipkit rose and went to lick some of his fur in an attempt to smooth it. "Apprenticeship?" She paused from her attempts and turned around to face her brother directly. "Well, I'm not entirely sure who my mentor will be. I haven't thought much about the other warriors. But I truly hope that it's someone who cares about my beauty. I do want to be the best WindClan warrior that I can be, but I don't want to work myself to death! And think of how messy my pelt will get! But it'll be worth it in the end," she finished with a sigh. "We all deserve the best mentors. I bet that you'll be a great warrior just like our father."
Tulipkit smelled a familiar milky scent and turned to face her sister, Asterkit. The two of them weren't identical, but they looked very similar, both of them being calicos with green eyes. Asterkit had already taken on a nice look of maturity. Yet her whole family was equally beautiful, and no cat could change that. She matched her sister's delighted purr and beamed at her. "Hello, Asterkit. Fogkit and I were discussing apprenticeship. And his pelt." She flicked her somewhat fluffed-out tail toward their brother. "He could do with a grooming." She wanted to say more, but was interrupted by the arrival of another kit. Duckkit, Tulipkit remembered his name as. And his pelt was sticking up everywhere. The distaste crossed both her face and her sister's.
Asterkit was taking control here, telling the russet tabby to deal with his pelt. Tulipkit waited for him to take in their beauty and agree. That's what every kit did when they saw them in all their glory. But instead, the other kit talked back. How dreadful! Awful manners! And nobody spoke like that to her sister. Tulipkit stalked forward so that she stood right by Asterkit's side. She was there, in all her sleek, beautiful glory, but her vivid green eyes blazed with mingled disgust and anger.
"Don't you dare say anything like that to my family!" she hissed. "Our pelts are never messy, and if they are, then it isn't our fault and we will jump to fix them. We care about our pelts and our beauty because we are dignified members of WindClan! See how perfectly sleek our pelts are? We don't play rough games or roll around in the dirt like the other disgusting kits do because we care about our fur. Now take those words back, appreciate us, and clean your fur! If not, then stay away from us and stay dirty and disgusting."
With a little "hmph!", Tulipkit turned her back on her sister and gently brushed her over the back with the tip of her tail. "Come on, Asterkit. Let's get away from this disgrace for a short while. If he wants to apologize - which he should - he can come to us." Tulipkit headed back over to her nest, but was interrupted by the arrival of her father. He was carrying three plump wrens. Wow! So much prey! Of course Tulipkit and her family deserved the best pick of the fresh-kill pile. "She'd better," Tulipkit agreed with a sweet smile, letting her anger dissipate. "And those wrens are huge! I don't know if I'll be able to finish all of mine. But of course I'll take it, and whatever I don't eat can be saved for later or given to another member of the family. We all deserve the best."
Tulipkit took her wren and plucked the feathers from it, carefully laying them down. They were rather pretty. "We can use these to line our nests, right? And maybe they'd add some more decoration to the nursery. It could definitely use some. We all deserve the best." Plucking feathers took some time, but Tulipkit didn't mind it. The bird was fat and compact. She leaned down and sunk her teeth into it, the delicious flesh washing over her tongue. She loved wrens. They were one of her favorite pieces of prey. Delicious, she thought. But Tulipkit knew that she had to eat it elegantly, not gulp it down like a famished fox. She took small, controlled bites, making sure that she ate neatly and without making a mess.
Her mother's voice made her look up. A purr escaped her at the compliment, although it was expected. "Thank you! Of course I do. After all, you taught me how to be beautiful." Tulipkit would always appreciate her mother for that. Who knew what would've happened if she'd had a different mother? Maybe she would be tussling on the ground right now, getting her pelt all messy without any cares of cleaning it... and her posture would be all slouchy... she might even be like Duckkit! A shudder ran through her just at the thought. Oh, how dreadful! But I'm not, she reminded herself, leaning down to take another bite of the wren. I was born into this family and I could never be more thankful. We are all perfect, and WindClan will appreciate us!
MoonShade noticed LotusWhisper laying around the clearing seeming to be doing nothing other than staring into space. Since the other tom seemed to be doing nothing, MoonShade picked up a vole from the pile and padded over to the tom, “Would you like to share this with me?” MoonShade asked calmly, looking at the other tom.
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MoonShade noticed LotusWhisper laying around the clearing seeming to be doing nothing other than staring into space. Since the other tom seemed to be doing nothing, MoonShade picked up a vole from the pile and padded over to the tom, “Would you like to share this with me?” MoonShade asked calmly, looking at the other tom.
➢ The large muscular maine coon had been lost in thought in the clearing, laying down and allowing his injured shoulder to rest. He wasn’t quite ready yet to begin Splotchpaw’s training again, so he allowed himself to linger around Windclan’s camp a little more than he usually would. Lotuswhisper realized that one of his clanmates was approaching him with a vole. A warrior named Moonshade, if he recalled correctly, though the tomcat didn’t know much about him. “Oh, uh, sure.” He replied gruffly, surprised that another tomcat wanted to share a piece of prey with him. Usually, only those in his family would share prey with him. It wasn’t really a bad thing though. “Moonshade, right? I don’t believe we’ve properly met before.” Lotuswhisper was rather awkward when it came to casual conversation, but the hefty maine coon simply would try his best to be polite. Starclan help him.
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