1 moon ~ RiverClan ~ he/him "i believe the storybooks i read by candlelight"
The little tom had barely ventured out of the nursery before he had been suddenly commandeered into a game by another one of the nursery kits. Ashenkit's bright introduction made him giggle and he attempted to match her proclamation with the same amount of energy. "Adventure" was a fun word and one he very much liked the sound of, so he squeaked and bounded around in a delighted circle, "Adventure! Adventure!" He started off running ahead of her, turning back to check if she was still coming while his bicolour eyes glowed with excitement.
@carmen
Go With the Flow | Silver Tongue [Perm] | Mind Reader
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Pain.
Lots and lots of pain.
Each footstep, each breath, each waking moment was pure agony.
Many times during the walk to the newfound camp, Fishfreckle had to pause. Whether it was due to the lack of strength held within his short limbs, or he had to stop and catch his breath. He hurt. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how he should feel about Dusklion finding him. Had the deputy shown up just a little later, it was possible that he would’ve met his end in that half puddle and wouldn’t have had to deal with the pain. Perhaps he deserved this though. Perhaps this was some sort of divine retribution for all the times that he harmed others (verbally and emotionally). Thinking like that though simply pissed him off instead of bringing him some sort of existential solace.
He hated it.
When he limped into the camp that he presumed would be his new home, he paused just at the entrance. Wincing, he craned his neck to take in the surroundings in an attempt to gain his bearings. He wanted to sleep. He should eat, he knew that, but he had no energy to attempt to find food. He knew should he fall asleep in his current condition that he might not wake back up, but he didn’t care. The call to the ever-familiar darkness was a comforting lullaby inviting him with promises of freedom and relief – a grandeur proposition that he was ever tempted by.
As he considered sleeping where he stood, a familiar scent forewarned him of an approaching nuisance cat. At a snail’s pace, he fixed his gaze onto a tortoiseshell she-cat. Honestly, Fishfreckle hadn’t thought he would see her again. A sense of relief washed over him and he couldn’t stop the twitch of his lips when she pointed out his sorry appearance. He blinked. A slow blink, one with a meaning he’d never admit out loud before stumbling forward and resting his forehead against Larkwing’s. It was a little awkward with the slight size difference, but in this moment, right here, right now, he did not care.
”I’ve seen better days,” The emaciated tabby admitted casually, voice soft and hoarse from underuse. ”I feel like hell too.” He added, closing his eyes as he inhaled the sweet scent of the former leader. ”I told you that I’d catch up,” He said in a laugh that came out more like a wheeze. A moment of silence filled the air as he took a moment to rest his eyes ”I kept my promise, Larkwing.” He declared.
”I’m home.”
[ @/Neptune. ]
Larkwing
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24 moons || she/her || RiverClan Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Beefed Up T2 scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes
As Fishfreckle leans forward, his forehead resting on hers, Larkwing stills, and for just a moment, the contact scares her. It's an affectionate, intimate gesture, and Lark has no idea what to do with that. Fish had never struck her as the type to initiate, let alone enjoy, physical contact for comfort, and maybe if he hadn't been half emaciated and delirious with the sickness Lark can smell on his pelt he wouldn't have done such a gesture. It's selfish, and she doesn't know exactly what it means, but the tortoiseshell finds herself wanting more of this.
Maybe she shouldn't.
"Took you long enough," she whispers, eyes watching him, worried. She wanted to know what happened, how it had gotten so bad, but she wasn't sure he'd tell her. "Welcome home."
Regrettably, Larkwing quickly returns to her senses, concern over the warrior overshadowing her relief that he'd returned home, and she broke their contact, stepping back to look him over. It was obvious he's hardly eaten, and obvious, too, that he looked as though sleep had been a mere afterthought. But, what concerned her more than that, was how sick he looked and smelled, the odd, sour tang of illness tinged with what she thought might be a hint of old crowfood worried her.
"You need to see the medicine cats," she said, and if the statement came out more like an order, well, maybe he'd actually listen - though she doubted that. "Can you make it there yourself, or do I need to drag you?" She would grab him by his scruff and drag him like a misbehaving kit if he'd refused, she wasn't afraid to do so.
Compartmentalizing, she took stock of the situation. Fishfreckle needed to get medical attention, but he needed to eat, too. The fresh-kill pile had some things, but nothing was super fresh. Perhaps she could go and grab a fresh mouse or two for him while he was being looked over... nothing too big, she knew from personal that eating too much after not eating for a while could make your stomach even more upset, so she'd have to take that into consideration.
Beachkit
Male / About 5 Moons / RiverClan / Sexuality Unknown / Pending Purrk
Pale bluish gray tom with tufts on his ears and nose and sandy patches with bright/light gray eyes / Bewitched Purrk: Nervous Wreck
“O-Okay. I’ll swim the rivers, climb the mountains, reach the skies… yeah… but first I’ll have to learn to walk without falling on my face, I think,”
~Beachkit
TW: This character experiences frequent attacks of nervousness, panic, anxiety, and similar emotions that may be triggering to some readers.
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- The Nursery -
Beachkit awkwardly hung from the jaw of his new adoptive mother, his gray eyes locked on the ground beneath them. So far, the young tom-Kit still had yet to visit a meeting where something significant did not occur. As lovely as it would be to simply enjoy the life of being a RiverClan kitten, the young tom-Kit was never one to simply gloss over such a significant change. It was a miracle from his perspective how Owltalon was putting to much effort into caring for him, even being his mother in spite of the fact that he had casually abandoned his last one. Beachkit could not remember the last time he was carried gently to a destination, and in fact, his mother over in the twoleg place had not needed to carry him. The home was easy to travel around, and Beachkit never went very far anyway. The most he had ever done was stare out the window longingly lile a Disney Princess with his sister, Sorrelkit, awaiting the day they would finally agree to venture out into the wild in searches for their sister. He hated himself for leaving his family in the dust, and he wanted to love himself for ridding his mother of his presence, too, but it was nearly impossible to do both simultaneously. She had not been cruel. She had not been abusive. And most importantly, she had been a loving, caring parent, and he left her anyway. And yet he still abandoned her, and even them, Owltalon still pulled him back up onto his feet- how was that fair? He deserved the punishment, did he not? He voluntarily abandoned his family, and didn’t that mean he deserved to suffer from the abandonment? His mind fought him until he could feel hot tears bubbling up in his eyes again, screaming, She’s here out of sympathy, she’s temporary, she’s here because of pity, she’s not here to love me, she’s here to leave me, she’s stuck with me, she’s- He blinked once and took a deep breath once they reached the temporary nursery, and when it entered the young tom’s viewpoint, his ears flicked. Here it was, home, but not quite. This was only RiverClan’s evacuation home, anyways.
As painful as his sorrow was, it was far better than the panic. The sorrow was painful, sure, but it was nothing in comparison to the feeling of his mind racing, his heart thundering, and his body trembling itself into oblivion. Beachkit had not even experienced his issue with his curse yet, and even still, panic was officially his least favorite emotion. It was humiliating. It was painful. It was… loud, and too silent to be properly heard. It was annoying. But all he could do was simply endorse it until somebody like Owltalon had to suffer the misfortunate of rescuing him from it. Sorrelkit was there sometimes, but he did not want to bother her much, that would just make him a burden. So instead, he just sat and waited it out. It had never been this bad until he came into RiverClan, so the little tom-kit promised himself that things would improve for him when he moved over to RiverClan’s actual home, and when he adjusted to it. Everything and everybody was too unfamiliar at the moment… RiverClan just was not fully his home yet. But then again, the twolegplace had never felt like his home, not even with Sorrelkit by his side, so… where was his full home yet? Nowhere, really. But maybe Owltalon could change that… could she? Did she have it in her? Did she actually want to be his mother anyway, or was he correct to consider the idea that she was only loving him out of sympathy? In Owltalon’s maw, he shuddered slightly, tearing up again. By now, he was just giving up on trying to hide his tears from the Lionheart. She had seen so many of them by now, even crying up her own at one dramatic point in time- specifically during the adoption- he saw no point in covering them up. But as they neared the nursery, the little tom-kit realized that there might be a few kits and queens sticking around, so feeling his heart give a quick jolt of discomfort, the pack of his front paw sprung up to his eyes to brush away the tears. He swiped them away, and as they entered the nursery, he accidentally whimpered. As awkward as it was, he couldn’t help but make the little sound whenever he was growing more nervous than he would like to.
The scarred and brown Lionheart dipped her head and gently dropped him near the entrance, and once Beachkit was back on his feet, he shook his pelt, sending a tear droplet or two flicking off into the distance. His stormy gray eyes caught her as she lifted her own eyes from the ground, searching the moss beds for a moment in thought. The blue-gray and sandy tom-kit joined her in gazing around the den at the nests. When the she-cat’s eyes landed on him, Beachkit turned his head to stare up at her with wide, tired eyes. He decided to not mention it to her that he had been avoiding nests recently, preferring to sleep on the hard ground because he was too awkward to know who slept in which den, too worked up over the idea of laying to rest in some random queen or kitten’s bedding. Who knew where Sorrelkit slept… but he had never wanted to draw too much attention to himself looking around for it. He liked to call the dark corner that he secretly rested in the, ‘Corner of Shame’, because… well, he felt shameful about his entire existence every single time he paused to rest there. It was quite a shame, seeing as he had always been a comfortable sleeper back at the twoleg-place. Nowadays, half of his nights were spent sleeping, and the rest? Thinking, trembling, crying whenever his body would allow him, and generally just dying inside. It was miserable, and son or not, the tom-kit was pretty convinced that he would not be getting any good sleep any time soon. But that thought would easily bring up more tears, so he shut his head up with the best of his abilities, pausing to listen to Owltalon.
Owltalon brought up beds, and his heart clenched uncomfortably. She told him that if he simply located a bed that did not carry any scents then it was not currently in use, and he could claim it. Then when she told him that he would have it all to himself, his gaze swept the floor again. As awkward as that was, it sounded better than sleeping eith some random kitten and their parent, so it was alright in comparison. He nodded slowly as Owltalon gave him a quick nuzzle, and he began his search for a good, open nest. She nodded to the scatter of empty beds, and with slightly flattened ears, Beachkit slowed his pace, crouching and dipping his head to sniff at the nests and test them for the scent of RiverClan cats. During this sniff-session, with a flurry of anxiety, he realized how different he smelled from the rest of RiverClan still. He had not fully picked up their scent quite yet. So after smelling the fifth nest in a row, he took a struggled step back, concern and humiliation flooding through his gaze. Then quietly, he mumbled to Owltalon, “I… don’t smell… quite like you guys, and wh-what if… what if th-they notice? What if they n-notice I smell funny, l-like a Twoleg h-home, wh-what if… what if they…” Eventually, his voice trailed off into a stammer, and fearing more tears, Beachkit shook those thoughts from his head. Then proceeding to scurry about the nursery, he dipped his head to sniff another nest, apologizing awkwardly. “S-sorry. I dunno. It’s just… weird. I m-mean, I smell weird, not R-RiverClan, yeah- th-that’s wh-what I mean, you um… ya’ll smell… great… I suppose.” That wasn’t exactly the truth, though. Beachkit did not like or dislike the scent of RiverClan, it just gave him a feeling of his lack of belonging, as if screaming at him that he still was not one of them. The little tom-kit recoiled. “I think it um… it might be a bit of a Seabreeze thing… m-maybe. It’s like my b-brain won’t accept that I’m s-supposed to be here… until he accepts it, s-so… yeah. I… d-dunno, though.” Then with a small grunt, he finally found an empty nest, and stiffly, he headed towards it. “This seems… empty, so…” But immediately, he hopped back and withdrew a paw, as if burnt. His eyes flashed. “But I dunno, I’m n-nose is probably not the b-best yet… you… check it… um… please. Sorry.”
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`~Owltalon
She, Her\Lionheart\44 moons\Riverclan
"Are you listening, starchild?"
Purrks: Agatha Kitty [ACTIVE]
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Amber eyes looked back down at the small kit before she settled herself down in a loaf, watching as she addressed the other kit that padded up to her. Owltalon acknowledged them with a low and respective nod of her large head. It seemed that more kits were warming up to the harsh rock of the clearing as opposed to the soft bedding of the nursery. Which was good, it meant they were adjusting, something that took Owltalon a good while to do.
"Fish, eh?" It certainly smelt fishy, a strong and rich scent that Owltalon had almost forgotten during her time in the mountains. She genuinely wondered how she hadn't noticed it before. "Starrykit, how old are ya? Old enough ta be eatin' fish, yeah?" Probably, or else this kid would be choking right where she stood. An unfortunate thing, Owltalon always had a soft spot for the younglings.
"Shellkit, nice ta see ya. How are ya doin'? Starrykit a friend of yours?" Owltalon asked, urging a conversation to start bubbling up. She hadn't come here to scold the kit, she was just curious as to why Starrykit was being so secretive about her meal, as if eating were forbidden. Come to think of it, when was the last time Owltalon had eaten? The Lionheart winced as she looked down at her dirty paws. Might've been, what? A few days? Hm. She could hold on for a bit longer before she ate anything. Besides, nocat knew how scarce prey could be in the mountains, somecats probably needed the prey more than her.
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@sleepyyjax // Shellkit (I think, I didn't see your post lol)
Shellkit
he/him - 4 moons
Hmm, she was very quiet. Good job he's such a good listener (he is 100% not a good listener)! "Starrykit huh!" He trilled, "your fish smells good! It's a weird looking fish though." He tilted his head to the side inquisitively. "I've definitely never seen one like that." He squinted at it, creeping closer. Owltalon's voice kinda took him by surprise - in his frantic scurrying, he hadn't even noticed her approach Starrykit before him - oopsie! "I'm good, I'm good!" He mewled, flipping his head round to look at her. "No no, we just met. Well, hopefully we're friends now!" He bounced up to Owltalon.
today was hot. it was not weather fit for a ruler such as she and she didn't approve. no, ashenkit was not a fan. squinting at the sky, she glared, her own fury sending heat back towards the wretched sun. euch, not a fan. blinking back tears (so this was why they said not to look at the sun), she turned back to scan the clearing. her head tilts to the side as her eyes land on one her fellow kits. hopping over to where she lay, ashenkit stood in silence for a moment. wow, and she hadn't even noticed her approach? ha! was her sovereignty really being ignored by this fool? clearing her throat, ashenkit stared down at the form before her. "what is up with you?"
Padding back into camp, Wolfsong quickly trotted up to Mistyshard and lay the juniper berries she had gathered at her paws. "We found both coltsfoot and juniper berries for you, Mistyshard. Would you like me to take these to the medicine den?" She asked before looking over her shoulder to see if her patrolmates were behind her.
Hmm, she was very quiet. Good job he's such a good listener (he is 100% not a good listener)! "Starrykit huh!" He trilled, "your fish smells good! It's a weird looking fish though." He tilted his head to the side inquisitively. "I've definitely never seen one like that." He squinted at it, creeping closer. Owltalon's voice kinda took him by surprise - in his frantic scurrying, he hadn't even noticed her approach Starrykit before him - oopsie! "I'm good, I'm good!" He mewled, flipping his head round to look at her. "No no, we just met. Well, hopefully we're friends now!" He bounced up to Owltalon.
Starrykit shrinked even more, becoming even more protective of her little meal as the stranger kit approached her. She knew the warrior wouldn't probably steal it, but who knew what others could do? After all, there was very few fish in the freshkill pile these days. And she was eating very little, something that made her weak and sleepy all the time.
Owltalon seemed nice, but Starrykit was starting to fear he might discover her secret and tell everyone. She lowered her tiny head and, gazing at the little half-eaten fish, replied softly: "Uhm... Yes, I think so.."
I mean, she liked fish and had no mother, so why would she have to drink milk like a little kit in the nursery? And after all, Elderkit did that too now.
When Shellkit expressed some curiosity about her fish, Starrykit's eyes widened and she withdrew from the other kit's body closing in on her. Friends? Starrykit knew she had no friends. So if a kit talked to another one, they were supposed to become instantly friends?
Starrykit genuinely didn't know the answer, but she didn't want them to have some doubts about it, so she just nodded to the two in silence.
today was hot. it was not weather fit for a ruler such as she and she didn't approve. no, ashenkit was not a fan. squinting at the sky, she glared, her own fury sending heat back towards the wretched sun. euch, not a fan. blinking back tears (so this was why they said not to look at the sun), she turned back to scan the clearing. her head tilts to the side as her eyes land on one her fellow kits. hopping over to where she lay, ashenkit stood in silence for a moment. wow, and she hadn't even noticed her approach? ha! was her sovereignty really being ignored by this fool? clearing her throat, ashenkit stared down at the form before her. "what is up with you?"
Starrykit was hungry. She hadn't eaten for the whole day, but she didn't know where some warriors would come back again with some fish... And so, she didn't have any choice if not wait and wait silently in the shade of the familiar, unnamed plant. No, wait, she could name it the Shadeplant... Wow, ot sounded nice. Perhaps.
Her pelt bristled and she nearly jumped on her paws when an unfamiliar, yet young voice sounded clearly behind her back. Oh my, another cat she didn't know had just approached her! Where was Elderkit? She was supposed to watch her back and talk in her place everytime she needed it...
"What... What do you mean?" She replied, trembling so slightly that it was almost unnoticeable. This kit's voice was pretty pitch and high, and her ears weren't used to such a tone. She gazed again, just for the tiniest ,moment, at the freshkill pile. Still, no fish...
Maybe she could try and eat a bug? But they looked so gross...
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