ashkit smirked at lichenkit’s frustration,
this kit was hilarious! ashkit couldn’t help but snicker as the mossball halted at their paws
ashkit decided to round off this game with their ‘signature move’, but with a bit more flair;
“watch this!” they meowed quickly to them.
they batted the mossball into the air, before spinning around and kicking it flying with their back leg. they had slightly refined it so it was much more of a spectacle, especially to the younger cat.
Thrushkit blinked, not realizing how late it had gotten. Maybe it was because he'd been catching leaves while the sun was setting? He looked up at the sky, seeing the once warmer colors fading to that of a cool-toned navy. It was... pretty. He stared at it more, surprised at how well the colors blended, despite being almost mere opposites. The stars overhead, few in number, were always beautiful to look at. He sharply turned his head towards Palekit, nodding.
"Oh, okay! I'll come in a bit."
He swept his own leaf to his side, leaning down to examine it. It had crooked veins, a lighter green then the rest of the leaf. He wondered when the leaves would turn their warm colors, though something of a treasure to behold it fortold the hard leaf-bare they had ahead of them. The leaf was now not his most valued interest. Thrushkit turned his attention back to the sky, a silent thought tickling his mind. What if he was a star? How would he feel? He sighed, flicking his tail as he stretched out, grass blades bending under his weight.
"Lionflop,"
He mumbled, wondering how his friend was doing. A stinging sensation came to his eyes before he shook his head clear. Lionflop definitely wouldn't want to see him like that! Once he was done stargazing, though in reality he could never get enough of it. The tiny flickering of dreams, as he liked to imagine stars were, puzzled him, but also, not that he would tell, piqued his curiosity. Thrushkit got up from his spot, spinning around to go to the nursery.
Palekit nodded at their friend with a soft smile, "Sure! Don't stay too long!"
Running along the clearing with the night breeze starting to settle into his pale calico fur, Palekit couldn't help but smile. Today was such a fun day! He turned back one last to check on Thrushkit before making his way down into the nursery. Back to the hollow where he sleeps with the others. Curled up nice and warm along the other kittens and queens.
Playing is fun...but rest is still needed. Tonight he'll dream of the stars, playing leaf catcher and of him becoming an apprentice.
ashkit smirked at lichenkit’s frustration,
this kit was hilarious! ashkit couldn’t help but snicker as the mossball halted at their paws
ashkit decided to round off this game with their ‘signature move’, but with a bit more flair;
“watch this!” they meowed quickly to them.
they batted the mossball into the air, before spinning around and kicking it flying with their back leg. they had slightly refined it so it was much more of a spectacle, especially to the younger cat.
Lichenkit gasped in amazement, “Wow!"eyes open wide as the mossball flew towards his direction
Springburst Nobody got you the way I do + she/her + Beefed up T2-Lyrebirds-Shadow fiend
Here she was now, sitting off to the side of camp in shadowclan, it was all surreal. Springburst had expected the shadowclan leader to be a bit tougher on outsiders, this had seemed too easy. What she was expecting going in to have a try at joining another clan was a fight, a proof of strength. Her only guess was that she hadn't needed to do so since her appearance showed enough answers. The scarred molly was plenty strong on her own, she has proven to still get up despite the injuries she had received, so why not? One lone green-eye swept across the clearing, taking mental notes of anyone here at the moment. One cat caught her attention instantly and she zero'd in on them as she stared at them. They seemed awfully familiar to her, like she had seen them before she even thought of coming to shadowclan. Yet she couldn't place a name on it just yet, it was on the tip of her tongue but it wouldn't come. Time to go bite the mouse on the tail and satisfy her curiosity and questions. The large tortie got off her butt and made her way in the direction of the aforementioned cat.
springburst had earned herself a second glance the second she had shown up at camp, oddly familiar in a way rookfire couldnt place, dawnstars explaination of her heritage both answered questions and caused new ones to pop up. why could he not remember in what capacity he knew this cat? at this rate of fogged up memories, it couldve been a cat he had seen at a gathering once. they were riverclan however. and that kind of made the situation a bit less easy to explain away. though, in spite of it having been moons, he was still very aware of the drastic shift in his...well..mental state..around that time. going from outsider to barely concious, to immediately trying to save that darn clan from drowning on the spot, he could suppose there hadnt really been much time to learn all the names and remember all the faces. it was behind him now anyway, and every lingering memory of riverclan or his "friends" was on to be snuffed out and eradicated as soon as the appeared. now, rookfire wouldnt have spoken to her in this manner himself, probably rather choosing to appear and see what she has to offer, some hunting or maybe even a spar if his shoulder felt well enough, but springburst approaching him while he was lingering in a corner of camp, silver eyes watchful over the clan, well he wouldnt say no. a question for his name, innocent enough and yet he knew this was springbursts own version of confirming the thoughts they mustve both had, why else would she make a beeline for him specifically? "rookfire." he replied evenly, before adding a knowing "but i dont think thats the name youre looking for. hm? thought i blended in well enough, youre thinking 'minkpaw'." despite the slight smile that had crept onto his face, forced as anything, it grew somewhat more bitter at the mention of his old name. in every way but one, minkpaw was dead. rookfire had killed minkpaw the first chance he got, and even if the lingering image of a past filled with pain and sadness carries the same dark pelt and piercing eyes, he sure had changed since then. no longer a scrawny little apprentice with a dream of helping but instead an enforcer, finally representative of his fathers build and size and the scars to show for the respect hes earned.
[ wow that somehow got really edgy at the end. oups. ]
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"i wish things were different, but it werent us who changed."
“Oh, yeah, definitely hidden in Darkwater Mire.” Bloomingblaze answered, before Doeflame went on a ramble about the lack of areas with any water.
“It’s those twoleg’s fault f’r destroyin’ most o’ the old stuff.” The large tortoiseshell stated in response “Taking some o’ RiverClan’s territory’s be helpful. Definitely be able t’ cool off better.”
"I know," she agreed with Bloomingblaze's point. "Stupid twolegs. Like, can't they destroy the bad bits of our territory? What are they even going to do with it? Start a twoleg clan there and bring their monsters and what-not right on our doorstep? No thank you."
"Yeah, I know," she said once Bloomingblaze had agreed with her point about RiverClan's territory. "There's all this empty territory there just waiting to be used and Dawnstar isn't taking any of it. I've got half a mind to go into her den and demand that she let us go there." Doeflame glanced at the dark maw of the leader's den, a grin slowly spreading across her face. The request would probably irritate Dawnstar, and she kind of wanted to do that (yeah, it was probably a bad idea to annoy the cat who could punish them however she saw fit, but she was sure it would be fine). "Actually, I've got a full mind. Reckon we should do it?"