| Lightningstorm | 22 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat Flock Together [Tier 3] - Active | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive | Katty Krueger - Inactive
The molly's large ears twitched as Baglare spoke, a snort of disdain escaping her. Who the bloody hell just went out on the territory - while breaking clan rules - and brought back the first random berry they found to scarf down on? And yet the fact that Sunpaw had found any death berries at all was alarming. Lightningstorm had explored the territory plenty ever since her memory loss, making herself acquainted with the herbs that grew in different locales. She was mostly guided by a notion similar to instinct that was most assuredly learned, leading her to the correct spots by the ghosts of recollections long gone at the beginning. But by now she knew the lay of the land. Understood what grew and didn't grow here. And death berries were simply not among the few berries that did grow in WindClan territory.
Which meant one of two possible scenarios. An unknown death berry bush was hidden somewhere in WindClan and this moron had somehow found the only viable plant that had just ripened and eaten them, or he had gone out past WindClan territory lines and gathered death berries elsewhere. Considering the tom had been demoted for overly bloodthirsty reasons in concerns to outsiders, she wouldn't be terribly surprised if the tom had left the borders in search of a fight and instead found himself a poisonous little treat, in which case it almost felt like divine justice. After all, it was clear the tom had no regrets about what he'd done. About the events that had led to his fall from grace.
"I'll clean the body for you before you go. I have a moistened moss that is past its prime, anyways. Might as well get one last use out of it to ensure I remove as much of the juice as possible... just in case."
Lightningstorm's nose twitched as she stared at Sunpaw, deep in thought. The medicine cat wasn't a bad tracker necessarily, but it wasn't her specialty. Not being a bad hunter was the same as saying a warrior wasn't terrible at mending an injury. True. The job would be done, but the outcome would always be best left to a specialist. That was why the clan had all the different jobs, she supposed. She could find the death berries just fine, yes. But the smart thing to do here would be to track down Sunpaw's movements before the trail went cold. If Sunpaw had just gotten here with the berries, then finding out where he had gotten them from shouldn't be all to difficult to figure out. Not by someone who had plenty experience on the matter like Batglare, in any case.
"I can take care of the burial if you prefer. Frankly, I'm more worried about what berries might be on the territory. Think the trail would still be fresh enough to follow through his tracks and find the damn bush before it becomes even more of a problem? Or if not at least find out if he passed territory lines to grab them from elsewhere. The best case scenario is that he found them in the outskirts, but if he went to one of the other clan's territories... it's best to be ready for whatever extra problems that little excursion is going to bring, innit?" the herbalist mewed, her voice exasperated as her tail twitched, hoping the tom hadn't been feather brained enough to trespass before dying, bringing even more trouble to the clan than he already had.
She didn't hear the other kit's insult. Partly because anything this lower life form had to say was beneath her. Partly because... what the actual hell?! Kit fluff filled her maw, a strange taste coating her tongue in the few places that fur hadn't straight up taken residence in. This was... terrible! Why was Strawberrykit obsessed with this newfound power of biting? Why would she want to bite anyone? Was this kit just damaged goods and her fur got ripped out when it wasn't supposed to?! Who cared. This was gross!
"Blaurgh! You disgu- deezgos- You taste bad. No good to bite," Cardinalkit mewed with indignation, spitting out the fur she'd almost swallowed before turning an unamused glare in the offending kit's direction, pushing the slobbered, spat out fur towards her as she did so. "Here. Have back. Don't want."
It wasn't until the little kit was done taking care of the older kit's mistake - it had to be her mistake that biting her was no good, right - that she noticed the other had spoken to her, tiny ears perked up with mild interest. This kit seemed odd. Even after the young calico had been so clever and ferocious in her attack, this one had done next to no reaction. This wasn't right. Even her superior littermates, which were much, much more used to her playful attacks reacted when she pounced them. If she didn't know any better, this was just a bored big cat that had gotten demoted or something. Oooh, was she really a warrior that Twilightstar smote and turned back into a kit for being a moron or something? That would be so funny! In an instant, she regarded the tiny big cat with interest, her nose wrinkling in obvious distaste.
"Well duh. You no food. Obvs. Being mouse brain no make you mouse," Cardinalkit mewed in a matter of fact tone as she rolled her eyes, her words still inexpert in her young age. Momentarily, pale green hues looked thoughtful, big kitten paw rising up to her chin and tapping much as her father was known to do before shrugging, the subject no longer interesting her.
"Straws likes. No matter. I don't. Straws can keep. You funny, though. No act like littermates. They go rawr rawr, oh no helps me, rawr rawr and attack back or flee. Always roar and scream. Why you so serious? You don't know play?" the fluffy kit asked bluntly, tilting her head curiously as she gained a newfound interest in Firenotmom's kit, if that was in fact her real name.
@Poprock [Plumkit]
| I want to say I am sorry for Cardinalkit's behavior, but I also don't want to lie. |
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Lightningstorm is WindClan's current medicine cat.
She has a semi-closed den policy.
Honeysuckle shifted her head to make it easier to talk. She smiled softly, "Could talk about your interests. What do you particularly like? What are things you dislike? I'll try to remember so I know what you like and hate or anything in between." Her ears drooped slightly. Once a bee landed on her ear, their ear flicked.
(Sorry for such a short post!)
Fleetpaw felt dread weigh heavy in his belly. Likes? Dislikes? Did he even have those? Was he allowed to? If he didn't, would Honeysucklepaw be disappointed that he was so boring? "U-Um..." He was frantic, desperate to think of something that would satisfy his new friend's needs in this moment. "W-Well...I-I-I like hearing my denmates s-s-sleeping at night." He stuttered, fumbling over his words and paws in his own mind. But then he realized how weird that must have sounded. "I-I mean...I feel s-safe. And it...it feels nice. To know that they're all peacefully r-resting." To know that he wasn't being chased, that he was in a safe space. Truly, curling up in his nest at night was something he looked forward to. Not because he was lazy and liked sleeping, but he liked listening to his denmate's heartbeats and snores. Inhaling their scent and warmth. It was reassuring for him, he knew in those moments that he was truly safe.
Surely there was something more interesting that he liked? The topic of sound got him thinking about something more obvious. "F-Flowers!" He mewed suddenly, almost startling himself. "I-I really like newleaf! The flowers, all the sounds of animals and life..." His gaze became a little more clouded with something else...grief? A smokey tabby pelt, the scent wafted around him. So familiar and warm. The scars on that pelt, the brilliant green eye looking back at him. He didn't have many memories of his mother, but these were the things he did grab onto. "My mother...her name was Flower." The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could reign them in. He didn't speak of his prior life with anycat in the clan, he knew that loners and rogues were looked down on. And he knew that his clanmates were aware he was not really "one of them". So he refrained from speaking of his mother or his past, afraid they might decide to chase him off. But here, with Honeysucklepaw, he felt like she wouldn't mind hearing about it. She did ask to learn more about him after all, so maybe...maybe she wouldn't mind?
[I saw it and was unable to ignore the chaos and disgust]
So kits. Dreamlight couldn't see what they were doing but it didn't sound good. Well, off to the nursery she goes. Dreamlight figured she should find the mother, but as WindClan had a resident forever queen who was more or less in charge of the nursery, it was just easier getting her and making her deal with the problem.
The blind she-cat returned with a white and brown spotted she-cat a moment later. "Whaaaa! Littlekit!" Leopardsong flattened her ears and padded toward the utter mess the kitten had made. She glanced at Plumkit who was sitting a good tail length away. The she-cat refrained from saying anything to her since it seemed she was just a spectator of this chaos.
"What compelled you to play in the fresh kill?" Leopardsong's tail swished out to shoo the kitten away from the gore. "Prey is not for playing it's for eating. You're wasting good prey that warriors worked hard to hunt for us. Not to mention you're filthy and you're going to smell terrible if we don't wash you quickly." She was also worried about the scent attracting something with a good nose.
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Originally Posted by Poprock
Plumkit
Kit || She/her || 4 Moons || Lanky tortoiseshell she-cat with one green eye and one blue eye
It had been a good day. The sun was angled just right in the sky, casting its beams into the nursery so Plumkit didn't have to leave to sunbathe. Even better, everyone else seemed to be out doing... whatever it was that warriors did, so there was no one to bother her! She could soak up the rays, rest her eyes, and...
"I'M QUEEN OF THE KILL-PILE"
Plumkit jolted awake, nearly leaping out of her pelt at the war cry from the clearing. Are we under attack??? Is it Them? Oh no... I can't do this again I'm too little!! I can't-! Rising to her paws in a panic, Plum realized that her quiet afternoon would be the last she would ever have. They were here... and They were going to take her siblings again.
After a moment of panic, she raced out into the clearing to find Mother. A capable warrior who could surely handle the invasion! Maybe she could round up Snowybreeze and Dappledbreeze too? They were strong! And um... UM!!!!
The sight that greeted Plumkit was not an invasion. Her siblings were not being snatched by Shadowclan. Her Mother was not fending off fearsome warriors with unsheathed claws. No. The only commotion in the clearing was... Littlekit.
Unblinking eyes watched as one of her siblings created chaos in the clearing that would rival even the unruliest of kits. *Cough* Snowybreeze's litter *cough* But... why? Plumkit couldn't look away as the calico slid down the prey pile like a snowball down a hill, squealing the whole way down. Almost as if she was enjoying being covered in blood and fur and all things nasty.
Plumkit huffed, trying to peel her eyes away from her sister's embarrassing display. What is the point?? Surely this can't be good for her or the prey pile?? And now Mother will have to spend hours cleaning her up??? Why?? Her previous panic was now replaced with reluctant curiosity. The kit did not want to get involved in this mess. Not at all! It was Littlekit's fate to get in trouble for this, and she did not want to be guilty by association.
And yet her paws began to carry her over to the scene of the crime no matter how much her brain willed her not to. "Why are you doing this? It is... unclean." The tortie made sure to keep a tail length of distance between the two. "I do not understand the objective." @SuspiciousMindz
Littlekit had made it back to the top of the pile before her eyes would be brought to Plumkit below. Her sibling! One she hadn't interacted with properly, how perfect! The dilute calico would only grin widely as Plumkit critiqued her slide and what she was doing. "What you mean!? Have some fun, sis! Why you lookin' like yer grossed out!? It's jus food!" and dooowwwn she slid, straight at Plumkit. Dirt and debris would spray outwards, directly at her sibling as nothing but giggles escaped the chaotic gremlin.
Then, her body stiffened as a more commanding voice broke the fun. Blue eyes would turn slowly to peer upwards at Leopardsong. The ranting came and Littlekit felt the defiance building up in her chest. The same chest fluffed up and she puffed it outwards, glaring at the queen without a flinch. I'll bite your toes. She thought bitterly. "Yer not my mom! FireMa would be here right now if she didn't like it!" the she-kit squeaked.
Then she'd glance over her shoulder at the prey pile and shrug. "Still lookin' like food to me, just a lil more squished, y'know? Squished food is still food," seemed perfectly logical. Littlekit didn't see anything wrong with this. Her defiant gaze would sweep back to Leopardsong. Now, the audacity to assume Littlekit would get a bath... Oh no no no, Littlekit would not allow a bath right now. She still has schemes to get to before that! "Lemme stink! Plum stinky now too! Worry 'bout her first! Got things to do before a bath 'nyway! Gotta catch me if you want me!"
Littlekit would scamper towards Plumkit, in the opposite direction of Leopardsong to avoid any sort of reaching grasp to contain her. The calico was basically using her sibling as a barrier here.
"RUNN PLUM RUNNNN, SHE'S GONNA WASH US!"
[pp perms granted to Moon if you want Leopard to grab ahold of the gremlin b/c I think it'd be hilarious to see Little get smacked]
Littlekit started to head towards the nursery, toward FireMa if was able to. Her mama would save her! Besides, she had some stink to share with the queen that Littlekit just knew she'd love.
> If Leopardsong stopped her in any way with her paw, Littlekit would turn around as fast as a snake and land chomp on the queens toes.
> If Leopardsong wanted to grab her scruff, well, Littlekit would start flailing her paws upwards, tiny claws grasping whatever she could to inflict tiny scratches of defiance.
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