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)

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[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.
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[silver.]

???kit
he/him // 0 moons // shc kit

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The world outside of Mother was... Lovely. Even days later he was rejoicing in it.

In comparison to his siblings lamenting the loss of their warmth, he has found new warmth within the heartbeat of the den floor. Grasses and dirt stick to his slick pelt pleasantly as he gives a content mewl and rolls around onto his back. Words fill the air and he couldn't care less, the feeling of cool air catching his attention from some unknown direction. Blind eyes can't tell where the source is but he wants it. Longs for it. And the voice doesn't seem to notice him.

So he wriggles away from the squirming pile of his siblings toward the source of the breeze, pathetic little limbs and round little body making a pathetic attempt to move toward it. He's not super successful as he is still new to the world but his strides mean more to this tiny being than anything else. More than family, more than food... It calls to him and he wants to be cradled by it's soothing embrace.

So off he attempts to set toward the entrance of the den, toward the source of the warm early Leaf-fall air.

dawnstar | @Undertaker // @/anyone who wants to reply!

[Morrigan]

Venomkit
Shadowclan kit

Ah, this was the life. In the few days of existence, the toygress had managed to gain a small amount of strength needed to defend her space at mammy's belly. No rowdy siblings could bully her out of her food! And if they tried, they'd be met with a fierce retaliation! But for now, the kitten was content and at ease. Sprawled out comfortably and resting against her mother's soft fur.

The sudden shift of movement prompted a minor grunt from the tabby, who rolled onto her back to see what had caused her Mammy to move. What was up? Could they finally leave? The only thing the kit wanted was to explore! The impatience was killing her! Blinking up curiously at Dawnstar, she awaited a reason for this disruption in the tranquility the leader seemed keep often.

Names?!

Excitement powered the kitten into flipping over, forcing herself up on wobbly legs. Sharp claws dug into the ground until she finally managed to stabilise herself. Success! See how strong she was!!! The small yet pivotal achievement only made the toygress more crazed with exhilaration; her forked tail was lashing at the ground so harshly it was flicking up dirt. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! She wanted her name!

As her littermates were bestowed their titles, the toyger cub strained to make herself event taller than she already was as Dawnstar's attention moved to her. Venomkit. Veeeenoooomkitttt! It sounded so fierce! What was venom? Well she liked it! A flurry of joyful growls, hisses and a little roaring sound erupted from her small maw. Filling up the den with happy, yet a bit furious noises. She voiced her satisfaction with her mother's choice, cleary ecstatic as she attempted to rear up on her hind legs, tiny fangs flashing simultaneously.

Proudly, the newly named Venomkit puffed out her chest and started trying to stride across the floor after failing to stand for very long. A snarl of frustration echoed in her throat as she faltered in her parade of pride. No, no!! She could walk! She was the best walker!!! Though it was tempting to join the squabble her siblings were having at the moment, Venomkit was far too set on her goal of moving flawlessy to just give up! She would be the best no matter what!

Amber flecked green hues suddenly snap to a sibling that had escaped from the rest. Who is that? The toygress didn't hear this brother's title, then again she was only really paying attention to her own. Wait! Where is he going! No way he'd get to walk and explore first! Gathering her flimsy legs, Venomkit summoned all the strength she could muster to make a clumsy pounce towards her littermate, attempting to stop him in his tracks, a yowl erupting from her as she leaped at him. It was nothing personal(well, mabye it was), she just couldn't allow herself to fall into second place. There was no real intent for hurt behind this impulsive action.

@silver. @Undertaker