Dawn the Heirs of Shadow[p]

[Fits]

Foxkit
| he/him | ShadowClan | Kit |

The kit's tiny ears pricked instinctively at the sound of his mother's voice, craning his neck so that his newly-opened eyes could gaze upon the massive she-cat's pelt. He couldn't exactly understand what she was going on about, but it seemed important somehow.

She was going through each of the kit's littermates, speaking a few words before moving on to the next. His eyes blinked placidly at his mother as she arrived at him, bestowing upon him his name. Foxkit. Not that he really knew that word's significance yet, of course.

Once the little naming ceremony had come to a close, Foxkit's eyes drifted to some movement closer to the ground. One of his siblings--Emberkit, apparently--extended a paw to pull another sibling--Grottokit--in towards their mother's face. In an unexpected turn of events, a brawl broke out that even involved Adderkit and Snakekit.

His siblings never ceased to elude him. They were just so noisy and grabby. He simply couldn't understand why. What even was there to scream and wave one's paws about? Sure, the outside world was often cold and unforgiving, but Foxkit never felt the urge to carry on about it. Though, perhaps if he'd screamed some, he may have cleared out that gunk in his throat faster than he did.

Clearly, though, Foxkit's siblings knew something that he didn't. And if he wanted to be like them, he was going to have to make an effort to act the part. Foxkit turned his head slightly to the side, spotting their victim. He extended a paw towards them before slamming (or as close to "slamming" as such a young kit could manage) it down upon them. Clearly, this was the correct course of action. At the very least, it may stir up an interesting reaction.

(open to someone getting whacked by foxkit lol)

( @Undertaker )

[wolfie]

Houndkit
0 moons
large darker brown & lighter brown tom with thick fluffy fur

Whenever the kit was not squirming inbetween balls of fluff and kicking its way to its favorite spot (The Only Spot he would ever, EVER drink from. it was the very best!!! Unfortunately others knew it was the best and wanted to TAKE it from him!!!!!) then he was exploring. At least, as far as wobbly paws could push him forward. Tiny claws scraping across the ground partially blind, he was beginning to hear & see but everything was still muffled and hard to make out. He liked to find new sensations, easily bored with the new information he gained day by day.

When Big Brown Blob spoke the magic word, something the kit was beginning to associate as him. Or partially him? It was confusing, parasite often referred to him but also sometimes the other blobs. Sometimes it was simply all. He thought maybe the other blobs were him for a while, but they did things he wouldn't do. So not him. Different. Like Big Blob.

The kit stared up at her with wide eyes, blinking slowly and out of sync. She was saying things it didn't understand, looking and saying a word to each of the blobs before looking at him. You'll be Houndkit. Despite his limited knowledge, it became clear to him this was a gift of sorts. Something like being called parasites, but finalized. Separate from the other blobs, .. the feeling it evoked made Houndkit feel warm.

So, naturally the tom started to let out a happy, high-pitched trill. Always one to make noises, though he rarely stopped once he started. It didn't help with suddenly a squishy paw was slamming into his side. NoOOO!!!!!!! He wasn't even EATINGG this time!!!!!!!

Houndkit started to squeal in an annoyed tone, scrambling to look at the blobby offender. This time, it was not the Bigger blob he often fought with. Different blob, but still NOT OKAY!!!!!!! It was only okay when he did it. He had his reasons. This was unprovoked. So, immediately the tom started to try and swat at the other all the way he shrieked in defiance.

The moment an opening presented itself though, Houndkit would start to try and clamber on top of Big Brown Blob instead. She was safe and warm. She did not kick. (though she did sometimes take him away from feeding and let someone else eat.. less nice of her. ) Also, he liked to chew on her ears.
[ @Undertaker @Fits ]