Crowtooth was being a well earned lazy butt today, loudly snoring in the middle of camp when Twilightstar called out, jolting the tom to awareness. For a long moment he was tense, conditioned to expect some new horror to have occurred only to flop back down when what was actually happening became apparent. Prey social, well it was about time one rolled around.
The fury let out a theatrical groan at Twilightstar bidding him (and any other fury who heard) to come be pack mules for the fool, stretching out where he laid on the ground and whining playfully. "Oh come on Twi! I was nappin! The sun is perfect here an' if I get up Im not gettin' ta sleep again I just know it. Im comfy an' I don' waaaaaannnaaaaa....."
It was awfully childish from the bulky senior warrior and no doubt earned a kick to the side but today was a relaxed day so he could get away with being a little silly!
Until Twilightstar snorted or sassed him or even gave him a swat to get moving as she tended to when he acted up and he was made to dart to his paws and out of camp with the prey, as ordered. @Moonraven
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Arriving at the meadow found it lovely as always and the kits quickly set to romping, a sight that earned a small chuckle from the tunneler. Even he was susceptible to cute after all.
Ah but it looked like some of them needed something to do~ So, placing the large pile of prey between his paws the fury loudly declared for all kittens to hear. "Oh look at me wit' my hoard o' prey! I think I'll keep this all ta myself an' not let anyone have any! Maybe Ill start a new clan wit' this prey~ Hmmmm.... Yes, Tyrantstar is my name now an' wit' all my stolen windclan food it'll take a true warrior ta defeat me an' reclaim the Starry Meadow!"
The declaration was as dramatic and silly as the skunk striped tom could make it, Crowtooth shifting his voice as much as he could to mimic Dawnstar at her most 'evil' as he puffed out his chest like a rooster. The tom proceeded to hiss and gently at anyone who came close, letting out an evil cackle to punctuate the moment.
As a final cap to the moment and the shot that'd begin a no doubt dramatic 'fight' the tom snorted condescendingly and looked at the kittens, declaring: "Ah, but I see no true warriors here, just a buncha babies!"
in a blatant challenge to the nursery tots here. Come and get him children!
Blazingkit
No Header Yet / Female / About 1 Moon / WindClan / Sexuality Unknown
Simple red she-kit with dark mackerel markings, bold blue eyes, tortoiseshell/white points, and soft fur
“Oh. My. Feathers. You are literally the most prettiest-handsomest-lookiess-looker in the WHOLE WORLD. Literally.”
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Blazingkit allowed her eyelids to flutter over weary blue eyes, her vision cloudy and blurry with sleep’s last remains. The red mackerel had been awoken by the sound of Twilightstar’s voice, thanks to the fact that the slightest of sounds sent her spiraling into explosions of energy. So once the energetic she-kit’s brain faded into full function, a hard wave of curiosity thundered over her, and within seconds, the mackerel she-kit found herself blinking and shaking away the sleepiness from her gaze. Meeting, maybe? But it’s SO EARLY! Heck, we’ve just had one’a those thingies! Naw, we outta WIAT a bit for another..l so what’s wrong? What’s up?! The joy of these thoughts was so much that Blazingkit couldn’t resist the squeal that was preparing to shoot out form her mouth, and when she let it go, it echoed across the entirety of the nursery. Blazingkit winced a little bit at the sound, one eye twitching, but once she could confirm that the echo was finished, she went right back to being happy as she ever had been. Overflowing with joy, she scrambled up and onto all four paws, clumsily darting over to the nursery entrance. Firestorm couldn’t be too upset with her for running off like this, there were adults everywhere. If she accidentally set something on fire or something, she wouldn’t need her mother to help her, she could quickly find some random warrior to help her out and kill off the flames. Now, with that said, Blazingkit saw no issue with running out and into the open to listen as Twilightstar started to speak.
The simple red she-kit opened her maw in a wide, noisy gasp when the sun hit her fur. Whoa, light! The nursery did not seem to have much of that, but seeing the godly ball of flame in the sky, Blazingkit fell into fantasy. It was amazing- but naturally, it did not hold the red mackerel’s attention for very long at all. She returned to gazing in Twilightstar’s direction, whiskers twitching repeatedly. The leader was explaining some sort of clan wide event, soemthing about a picnic. Peace. Fun. Sociability. Blazingkit’s jaw fell, and with wide, unblinking eyes, she gaped at her leader in awe. Twilightstar was an absolute genius. A picnic? Some fun? Blazingkit had a strong feeling that none of the other clans were given this privilege… she had heard word about Bumblestar, Fadingsun, and especially Dawnstar… and the idea of the, frightened Blazingkit a little bit. She felt lucky to have somebody like Twilightstar. The mackerel decided to take her mind off of that to prepare herself for the expected trip. She began to bounce onto her toes over and over as of to exercise, with the obvious misconception that working out for less than ten seconds would improve her fitness levels. Then once she was finished, with her eyes shining, she turned around to try and follow the gathering crowd after Twilightstar. Twisting around in a sharp turn, she blunted forward, thinking, This is the bestest idea I’ve heard, like, ever! A picnic? It’s AWESOME! She hurried forward after the ground, looking around for any sight of a cat who she could possible ride on the shoulders of. Walking took quite some effort, especially when you were the size of a literal wooden bowl.
Blazingkit reached the meadow with a huff, coming to a sharp halt once she reached her destination. She had had some anonymous help that her roleplayer is too lazy to write about. She took a deep breath, and then with confidence gleaming in her gaze, she stood straighter. I made it! An’ I didn’t even fall down the hill! Plus, she had seen the areas outside of camp. It was a miracle, wasn’t it? What could go wrong!? This was when she almost ran face first into a skunk-striped figure. With another gasp, this one smaller and more or less the result of shock, she tumbled to the ground out of surprise and landed hard on her rump. Blinking quickly and confused, she looked up to set her stare on whoever had been unintentionally blocking her path. The red mackerel allowed her gaze to drift upward until she found a face, and after a moment of thought, she identified the tom. He was both a fury… and a tunneler. Once Blazingkit recognized him as that second thing, her stare immediately faded into utmost admiration, dazzling with joy. This was Crowtooth, and what exactly did Crowtooth do? He tunneled. He tunneled alongside Vinepaw and Dustbunny, too, both of which Blazingkit had platonically fallen in love with already, despite the minimal interactions they had all exchanged. So obviously she liked tunnelers… what could go wrong with Crowtooth, then?
She prepared to say something, but the tunneler-tom got their first. He declared that he, with his hoard of prey, planned on keeping it all for himself. Blazingkit did not immediately fall for it, and instead she was just confused. All for himself? Well, wouldn’t he vomit? That was quite a lot of prey for one cat to eat up. She wanted to ask for clarification, but again, she didn’t find herself the chance to speak. So quiet and puzzled, the she-kit watched with widening blue eyes. The fury even suggested that he might start up a new clan with it all, and that it would take a true warrior to defeat him and reclaim Starry Meadow. Blazingkit did not laugh, she did not cry or feel frightened, no. She just stared. Huh? The she-kit asked herself, tail curling with dissatisfaction in her lack of understanding. Why in the world was Crowtooth saying these things? They obviously weren’t true, and in addition, they were quite unrealistic, with the entire clan surrounding the tom, so what was going on? Blazingkit was not happy any more. Instead, she was confused, frustrated with herself for not getting it. Crowtooth needed to stop trying to confuse her, it was mean. Blazingkit, at that thought, automatically assumed that the tunneler and fury was somewhat out to get her and her denmates, so she felt a small pring of annoyance. Well, that just wasn’t right… tunnelers were supposed to be kindhearted and awesome, like Dustbunny and Binepaw had seemed! Not… rude. Blazingkit decided for herself that Crowtooth was trying to tease them, and this made her angry. No, not angry, disappointed in the warrior. When she called them all babies, not true warriors, she thought, W-well, yeah, were kits, not warriors! We can’t be TRUE warriors if we aren’t even warriors at all!? She simply didn’t get it. Any of it.
So paying no attention to the declaration itself, Blazingkit looked up at the tunneler and spoke clearly and honestly. “Hey, I really like tunnelers and stuff, so why are you tryin’ to be a meanie? Why, Trowcooth- Crowtooth, sorry- why? You’re gonna hurt out feelings!” Blazingkit knew that for a little moment there, the fury had even hurt her feelings a little bit, just by making her feel so confused. “I dunno’ why you wanna scare us all, but… you made me really really confused there for a second, ‘cause I didn’t know why you were saying all of that. Are ya’ just trying to be mean? ‘Cause I didn’t think tunnelers were ever mean, but… I’m not sure now, but…” This was when Blazingkit made a small realization. What if Crowtooth had been joking? Uh oh, she was doing it again, being what she thought of herself as dense. Humorless. So quickly, with a slight whimper, she mumbled, “Wait, you were trying to be funny, weren’t you? W-Well, um…” Her gaze found the ground. “You’ve gotta tell us that, then… ‘cause… otherwise we’ll never know, will we? If you’re being sarcastic, we aren’t magical, we don’t just know, you- you have to tell us, Crowtooth!” Then stiffly, Blazingkit added, “Like… a real tunneler, ya’ve gotta be nice, like that!”
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Ok, socialisation AND prey? That was bound to be fun.
“You coming Willo-” he looked around for Willowpaw, then realised that she was on a patrol. Never mind, he’d just have to make some new friends.
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Maggotkit looks up briefly. Oh no--Crowtooth has gone mad with power over there. It frowns. How are they going to eat after flower-picking if that big Fury is hoarding all the food? Maybe...maybe if 'Tyrantstar' gets some flowers, he'll calm down. Maggotkit likes the idea of a trade much more than it likes the idea of a playfight.
"There will be bees," Maggotkit looks back down at Frogkit, nodding slowly. "It's okay. You can ask them to move and they usually will. Just don't swat them or smash them or anything, or else then they'll get mad and sting you." Maggotkit instructs, looking about as stern as it can get. It doesn't want Frogkit to go hurting her feet on a bumblebee. It doesn't want a poor bumblebee getting slapped at, either.
Maggotkit peers back at its older sister, rubbing its cheek against her leg absently. Mine, mine. "We have to get really good flowers. So Tyrantstar will let us eat, if nobody's killed him by the time we're done," it explains softly, wading further into the meadow to get to work on that task. It's already found a stem to tug at.
THE WIND THAT TURNS THE TREES
MADE ME SWAY, MADE ME SWAY
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WHITERABBIT . 17 MOONS . SHE/HER . WINDCLAN QUEEN
Whiterabbit watches her kit link up with another on its way to Leopardpaw, who seems to be taking the chore of supervising that pair in stride, like it's all so much fun. She sucks her teeth and is halfway through rolling her eyes before she feels bad for it—as she should, too! Beefing with a child, and for what? Leopardpaw can't help who her father is.
Whiterabbit knows that. Really: she gets it. And yet...
She shakes herself. Today's a good day. She's out of camp. The kit's being taken care of. Literally nothing is wrong in her world, right now. Quit getting caught up on the small stuff, Whiterabbit reminds hersef, pacing a brisk lap around the meadow. She's not very hungry right now, but she is feeling pretty chatty. The good mood's got her wanting to make friends or somethin' crazy like that. Yeah, okay. Let's do it. Let's make friends.
"Hey, uh...!" Patchwind? Perchwing? She steers herself toward Perchwind without really planning the approach out, so it's almost immediately stalled by her chronic struggle with names. Instead of just asking for a reminder, her first thought is to feign a cough around a noise that's vaguely caught between the two nearly-right names that came to mind: "Pæ—chwi—mmng, coff! Gah, sorry, these flowers have it out for me. How's the weather treating you?"
Oh boy no one was really getting the game were they? Maybe the way kittens played had changed since he was little? The tom could remember the little squeaking hoard of his time taking every excuse to mob warriors with little little bitey fangs and play 'clans' with someone inevitably being the evil shadowclan leader and another the noble Windclan one. Honestly the games of his kithood got rather intense too with 'medicine cats' healing 'dead' clanmates on each side with moss, but it looked like the kittens now must not do that.
Casting a look over at Opposumbug with a kind of confused look given it was clear Crowtooth was trying to entice kits and maybe some of the more childish apprentices over to play and not just talk the tunneler rasped a "Goin' well, just tryin' ta get some o' the kits over here ta play wrestle. If ya wanna try an' round more up ta attack, feel free but hopefully Im mobbed shortly so I aint gonna be able ta talk much." before he shifted focus to Ravenkit and Blazingkit.
"O' course ya can join Ravenkit! Prove yerself a strong warrior o' windclan an' take me down, Ill even give ya a hint" The tom leaned down and stage whispered, not all that quietly really. "I got weak ankles~" Which wasnt true but it gave him an excuse to fall over to 'fight' on the kits ground level. He did warn the little kitten with a playful grin that "Ya might wanna gather some allies an' friends though~ Im a big opponent!"
Though he might have his first ally against Tyrantstar in Blazingkit who Crowtooth chuckled kindly at. "Heya Blazingkit nice ta meet ya! Sorry ta confuse ya, but dont worry I dont mean ta be mean, Im just teasin'! Its a game kiddo, like the 'clans' game ya might play in the nursery except Im the big bad evil leader ya need ta defeat!
I promise I dont think ya'll are babies or anythin' its just pretend. Buuuuuut if ya wanna get revenge on me fer confusin' ya then go ahead! Join Ravenkit an' defeat the evil Tyrantstar as the strong Blazingclaw, warrior of windclan! Maybe if ya defeat me an' take back windclans prey Twilightstar might name ya honorary leader! Sound like fun?"
Hopefully the kitten would forgive and decide Crowtooth was nice afterall, this was a Firestorm-Lightningstorm kitten he was pretty sure and being friends with both mollies meant that he did want to be kinda a distant uncle for them if they wanted.
SILKKIT a lithe cat with charcoal-bengal markings and pale eyes
The sound of the tunellers voice--the outright challenge that he declared--was enough to stir Silkkit from the patch of flowers they'd found comfort in. Swivelling around at a speed that nearly made them fall over, the lean kitten bounded up to Crowtooth, tail upright and bristling with a confidence all too large for but a mere kitten. They come to a stop that nearly throws them forwards, their paws digging into the ground, and they mock a snarl (which comes out more like a squeak). "Tyrantstar!" The oh-so teeny tiny cat announces. Looking around at the gathered kits, they stand tall: they've got backup, afterall!
And while, in the back of Silkkits' mind, they were aware that this was just a game, they couldn't help but really get in character. Also, they were hungry, gosh darn it!"How dare you steal Windclan food!" The kitten dropped down to a crouch, trying to hide the way the corners of their mouth wiggled. Their maw was trying to betray them! "Us warriors are going to beat you, and we'll take back what's--uh--rightfully ours! Who's with me?" They looked around at the gathered kits for confirmation, a spark in their eye that would hopefully only grow brighter with their participation.
please note that, IC, Silkkit should be referred to as a tom with he/him pronouns (until they come out).
This is what he needed right now! A nice happy trip down to starry meadow! This is going to be fun! Rabbitpaw got to his paws and shook out his pelt, trying to rid himself of his mean thoughts like they were fleas in his muddy-like pelt. He certainly wasn’t as bouncy as he had been before his apprenticeship but it was clear that he was making an effort to be so again. His green eyes moved through the crowds of cats looking for folks he would want to chat or hang out with it just wanted to see. Miss Twilightstar was leading the way and apprentices and warriors and kits alike were starting to follow at her heels and Rabbitpaw was quick to follow. When he arrived his eyes immediately moved from the cats in front of him to where he knew his family, or at least part of it, were laying to rest. He would have to visit them later, perhaps Vixenpaw would like to know where they were, even if Rabbitpaw couldn’t really tell his younger brother who they really were. For now though…
The blonde apprentice turned his attention from the meadow to his clan again. Wellll he could talk with his fellow apprentices, he’s been wanting to talk with Lightningpaw and Vinepaw but alsooooo his mentor going against a couple of kits just wasn’t a very fair fight and Rabbitpaw couldn’t, in good conscious l, let it go on without some epic Windclan back up against this tyrantstar!!! The blonde gave a playful grin and flicked an ear as he made his way over behind Silkkit who was rallying the Windclan uprising. Surely he wouldn’t mind some help from an apprentice, right? The tunneler apprentice couldn’t help his wagging tail and he halted at silkkit’s side. “So then Tyrantstar, you’ve made a mistake challenging Windclan!” The apprentice called with a dramatically puffed out chest and playfully narrow eyes. The green hues softened as Rabbitpaw looked to Silkkit, “How can I help against such evil?” He didn’t want to impose on any games after all so if the kits didn’t want his help then he would go and find some others to chat to.
Perchwind turned his head as one of the clan queens joined him. He dipped his head when she started to... cough? Perchwind didn't know what in StarClan's name happened but the gray tom quickly bounded over to see if Whiterabbit was alright. When the molly started talking, the tom relaxed, knowing that she was okay. "No problem, Whiterabbit. I get it, flowers can be a pain in the ass sometimes," he chuckled, sitting back down, whiskers twitching in amusement. He really needed to interact with his clanmates more, it was nice to share tongues every once in a while.
"The weather has been treatin me nice, but that's Greenleaf for ya. Could be worse so I'm not complainin bout all the bees n stuff. Don't have ta worry bout much now that RiverClan cats botherin us. They deserve to go ta hell after what they did, killin Fernrise and Fallownose? What a sorry excuse of a clan," he snarled, shaking his head. "How has the nursery been treating you? Honestly, I don't think I would be able to handle not doing my warrior duties, but what about you?" Perchwind inquired in an attempt to strike up a conversation. Could ya blame the man if he spent more time doing his duties like he was told then talking with his clanmates? The clan needed food and cats to defend it - that was Perchwind's job as a warrior.
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Tyrantstar?
Ohhhhh, whatever Crowtooth was doing to amuse the other kits.
“By the looks of it, Tyrantstar’ll be defeated soon enough!” Leopardpaw said, smiling with her slightly oversized canines.
She watched as Maggotkit went over to start tugging on some flowers after giving her a headbutt on the leg.
After she checked if Frogkit was also coming along, she stood by some flowers with Maggotkit.
“You’re gonna hurt your teeth doing it like that!” She said, still enthusiastic “Best way to do it is with your claws.”
Well, kit claws and teeth were softer than her own, but they could still cut through some of the thinner flowers.
She unsheathed a claw and used it to cut a flower as close to the ground as possible, before nudging it toward Maggotkit “Here!” She said.
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Frogkit was walking around with maggotkit until he heard the voice of
crowtooth! If he wants a fight, Frogkit will give him a fight with his mighty
ankle bites! She was ready to be challenged! She wanted to show crowtooth
whose boss!
She ran over to rabbitpaw's side. She looked up at her. "I can beat him
with my mighty ankle bite!" she said to rabbitpaw as she launched for
rabbitpaw's ankles, she bit as hard as she could!
"Kits! CHARGEE!" she said in the loudest voice she could.
Ravenkit-1moon-bossy
Ravenkit grinned this was so much fun “I’ll beat you!”he said proudly to crowtooth he looked back towards blazingkit,silkkit and rabbitpaw frogkit had already started attacking he really wanted to strategize he proclaimed himself deputy as he pulled rabbit paw and the others aside “Rabbitpaw you attack from the side blazingkit sneak up from behind Silkkit your with me we will attack his ankles and shoulders” he said quickly his eyes held an excited going in his eyes he also noticed Vinepaw coming from the sideline maybe he was here to support rabbitpaw “vinepaw your with blazingkit he said nodding ready team?
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