The she kit padded out of he nursery head held high, her long split tipped tail rose above her darker head. Dark green eyes scanned the clearing as she looked for someone to play with or for a warrior to tell her a story. fishkit jumped before sprinting off away from the nursery into the middle of camp nearly tripping over her lanky legs.
the shekit stood up shaking her short fur looking around to see if anyone say before she pranced away head held high
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The thick-furred warrior´s tail swayed behind her. ´´Before we leave, let me make this clear,´´ Risingmoon meowed, her blue eyes ice cold slits as she fixed them on Tigerpaw. ´´Whenever I call for you, you are to come out immediately, tired or not.´´
She shook her head, disappointed. ´´Tigerpaw, I didn´t think you were the type of cat to skip out on your training like that. I´ll have to go to Mistlewhisker or Hawkbite if it happens again.´´
The she kit padded out of he nursery head held high, her long split tipped tail rose above her darker head. Dark green eyes scanned the clearing as she looked for someone to play with or for a warrior to tell her a story. fishkit jumped before sprinting off away from the nursery into the middle of camp nearly tripping over her lanky legs.
the shekit stood up shaking her short fur looking around to see if anyone say before she pranced away head held high
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White she-kit with very pale, barely visible bengal spots and mint eyes.
She/Her | 3 Moons | ShadowClan Kit | Selectively Mute
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What joy! Icekit was finally able to travel outside of the Nursery. Not that far, but she was satisfied with it. She'd been wishing this day would finally come for moons. Perhaps 3. It was so bright outside, and the scents... The sounds... As much as they were overwhelming, they were absolutely mesmerizing. Beautiful. But she had already explored a day's worth of exploring. And just as she was padding back to the Nursery, dazed and unfocused, she bumped into somebody. Gasping, she jerked back, staring wide-eyed at whoever she just ran into.
Oh, StarClan. This was awkward. Does the cat hate her now? What would they think of her? She should have paid attention!
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Fishkit sat down wrapping her thin tail around her tan paws growling to herself. The sun was shining down warming her back she was gonna be an apprentice soon! she just had to get through this moon then she can train to be like her papa fishkit thought. A small train of thoughts were broken, her head moved snapped into the direction of the white kit, Oh shes seen this one before much younger then fishkit...this white kit was a quiet one to say the least, actually she never heard them even talk strang fishkit narrowed her green eyes letting out a soft growl before standing up.
Fishkit gave a toothy smile watch where ya going it might have came out meaner then she intended.
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 40 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
He’d clearly touched the old feline’s nerves, perhaps a little too much. But he was right when he spoke, Darkleaf clearly painted herself as a sorry excuse for a cat. Prickling fur edged up his spine sideways, almost tempted to raise a paw out of anger and strike her down there and now. But too many eyes watched from the shadows, he had to mind his own back. She remained clearly misguided as ever, clinging onto ideas of peace and smiles that would never come.
”Surely you’re old enough to know Shadowclan’s blood is Shadowclan's alone.” The tom rasped, tainted with arrogance and ill put experience. Anger bubbled through him so quickly, blame was exactly what he needed. A place to put all the horrible things in the world and in his mind. ”Beaten cats look like you, Darkleaf, cats who refuse to give any passion. Who refuse their duties and when it comes down to it will cower.” It wasn’t even half true what he was saying but it all came blathering out. Most of it imbued with deeper, much more twisted meaning.
Maybe he was a stone wall, sealed up so tight nothing really escaped and filtered through. Even to Tuftedtusk he never showed his deepest darkest desires, parading like shadows through the clearing. He was mean and nasty and cruel. Not at all like who he really should be. Carved through vile experiences and a hardened outer shell, there was some softness of course. But was that softness even entirely genuine? A mystery for the ages.
”See how much glory sharing tongues and coddling kits gets you.” A spiteful comment. One hissed through clenched crooked teeth, niceties wiped away. He rose up shaking out his inky splotched fur, tension clearly visible in his muscles and how stiff he carried himself. Making his way towards the forest, done with the conversation. Attempting to clear his bubbling woes.