How unfortunate. Bleary eyes blink indifferently at Mother as he's wrangled away from the calling sunlight peeking through the shadows and held captive by her large tail. At least he was comfortable, even if he was being jailed by her for the time being. Maybe when she was sleeping and unaware he would try again... But for now he curled up in his spot and stared over brown fur to watch the madness that were his siblings.
As entertaining as they were he was more concerned with his newly given name. Breezekit... What did it mean? It sounded pleasant to him. He had no idea how to say it himself-- he even gives it a feeble whisper of an attempt. 'Beez... Buh-eez... Bwees... Kit...'
Ugh! He just can't get it. He needed to hear it again. Mother had to say it again for him so he can learn! But how? Slowly he begins to ascent from Dawnstar's tail to her front paws, ignoring the siblings along the way and those being held back by her giant limbs. Another one of his siblings have also begun an assault on her from above. Breezekit wonders how his brother had climbed so high but no matter... He had more pressing matters to attend to. Tiny paws bat at her face, missing miserably due to clumsy swipes and his mother's impressive height. So now she was being chewed on and batted at. Poor Dawnstar.
"Bees... Beeees...?" He asks with pleading eyes, hoping she understood his request. Again, Mother, say it again he silently pleads!
dawnstar | @Undertaker // houndkit mention | @wolfie // @/anyone that wants to bother him on his second quest of the day :3
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Rose stopped by to plant a garden here.
purrks ; lyrebird’s lullaby, silver tongue
he / they . shadowclan
1 moon . bpd
tags ; @dino. - grotto , @Undertaker - dawn
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oh no way he was getting in trouble for grotto being a whiny joke. throwing a glare at his brother, snakekit stood up shakily and teetered over to dawnstar, pressing against his mom and curling up for warmth. ' grottoy'suck. ' he slurred, mouth still not able to form words according to what his brain was telling him. he did mean to say- "grotto, you suck." it didn't work very well, though.
That... huh. Grottokit didn't know what the intended insult made him feel, but it certainly wasn't good, even if it didn't really sound complete. He watched Snakekit until his brother curled up beside Mother, and then ducked his head with a sniff.
Maybe not the best of first iimpressions. Hopefully it wouldn't lead to any lasting feelings.
Ugh! Fine! She'd admit, not aloud, that her kits were rather cute. When she was carrying them they were all just pests that refused to cooperate with her and constantly kicked her bladder. Now that they were out in the world, she found they all had little personalities and were their own baby cats.
Grottokit appeared to take offense at being ganged up on and withdrew her side. "Don't be grumpy. This is why I told you to stop hitting your littermates for the slightest offense." She swiped her tongue along Grottokit's back a few times and returned to using the hairball as a chin rest.
"Grottokit is a good boy, he just doesn't know how to play nice. He'll learn." Dawnstar barely stifled her chuckle at Snakekit's choice of words. They'll all learn to get along and rely on one another in time or at least tolerate each other. They must if they wanted to make it a part of her family. She wouldn't tolerate senseless infight and violence. She wanted to do better than Icestar and wanted this family to stay with her.
Foxkit, thankfully focused on eating, Houndkit, however, decided that climbing her like a mountain was a must, and gnawing on her ear was a fun pastime. "Houndkit, should I have named you after a squirrel instead? Stop using me like a tree, and leave my ears be. I'm going to get gross kitten drool on me." Dawnstar complained yet kept still, concerned about dropping the kit. He'd most likely tumble off himself. Her hellspawn was quite frail, she was always worried about dropping one, stepping on one, or sitting on one.
Her whiskers twitched erratically as Breezekit battered at her muzzle with his tiny paws. "Breezekit, I've no clue what you want." She huffed, fixing a single amber orb on the kitten. These sons were proving more needy and annoying than the daughters.
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Tiny ears perked up at the mention of his name. He didn't understand anything else, though he was beginning to have a small clue that stop meant he shouldn't quite be doing what he's doing. Big Brown Blob did not stop him, though, and her ears were soft. He liked the tufts on top. So, Houndkit went back to what he was doing. Softly nomming on her ears, making them incredibly wet. What the little tom wasn't aware of was the sensation reminded him of feeding. And feeding made him sleepy.
His eyelids started to droop close, no longer suckling at her ears but still keeping it within his teefless mouth. Perhaps he would've stayed there, drifting off into a deep slumber. To leave the large cat be, but of course, he started to slowly slip off. He woke up far too late to react in time as the large kit fell riiight back down onto the nest. Blue eyes shot open, a look of bewilderment present. There was a moment of delay before Houndkit started to sniffle, and then whimper, and then wail — disproportionately huge paws batting at the air as if it had personally attacked him.
This would continue until he caught sight of the Big Brown Blob's tail. Fluffy. It took him a hot minute to get off his back and into a standing position, but carefully he waddled towards the tail. From there on, he would start to bat at it — pouncing on it and whatnot. "RAAWR!!!!!!" Houndkit giggled, tail wagging back and forth. Well, at least he could bounce back quickly.
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There! There it was again! Mother said his new title, just as he requested! The other words didn't make any sense to him so they didn't matter. All that mattered was that Mother said it again. It pleased him, judging by how huge his pupils have grown and the excited light that seemed to brighten his gaze. Again he goes about batting at her face now that her attention is upon him, clumsy paws continuing to miss miserably despite his best efforts. She was just too tall!
"Bweez! Bweeeez-kit!" He chimes in response, finally growing bored of swiping at her and taking a seat in hopes he continues to keep her attention with his incessant chirping of the mispronunciation of his name.
Man, was he always this sleepy, though? All this excitement was beginning to tucker a little kit out. Even though he was trying so hard to continue to stare up at Mother, his eyes flutter tiredly and his maw parts in a long yawn. Nooo, he couldn't possible fall asleep now! He was getting what he wanted!
Emberkit
ShadowClan Kit
she/they/he | Newborn
[Large dark brown tabby with golden eyes]
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Magician ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Dawnstar - @Undertaker ] [Snakekit - @finley !! ] [Grottokit - @dino. ] [Adderkit - @burntToast ]
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A large tongue rasped over Emberkit's face, and the little molly trilled happily. Of course his siblings were intent on squirming around and causing problems, but Emberkit was focused on the two in front of her. Snakekit, in a miraculous feat of cognition, managed to string two words together, his first ever words on this plane of existence saying his brother sucked. Despite Grottokit's attacks on her, Emberkit wouldn't allow discord to be sown between her siblings. The somehow-managing-to-be-elegant-for-a-newborn kit reached out with a paw and gently bapped Snakekit on the nose before rasping her tongue over the side of his face, then moved to the sulking Grottokit and smoothed out the cheek fur she hadn't finished grooming yet. Once he was done, Emberkit curled up against Mother and settled his chin on Snakekit's side, his tiny tail curling over Adderkit where she rested beside them. It was tiring work, being the most rational!
Oh, oh! She had a name now! Scor... Sorc... Y'know what. She wasn't even going to try to pronounce that name. Even her brain wasn't ready to repeat what her mama had just called her, so she was just parasite! Yes. Parasite. That was much easier to pronounce in her brain than the other one. Now, hopefully she didn't grow up to introduce herself as a parasite to the rest of the clan.
While everyone else was being chaotic and loud, Scorpionkit was sitting quietly and experiencing the ride. Being battered around and feeling the prods and hearing the squealing, she had decided this one time, she'd be quiet. There was plenty of time for the Ringleader to shine and her siblings would know that soon enough.
It had been way too unexpected for Rowankit when her mother licked her, and it had completely and utterly ruined her burst of anger, as she had stumbled across her first experience with being humbled. It was indeed humbling, to stumble down when Momthey rasped her tongue over the kit. The Heartbreaker's tiny jaws parted in a squeaking complaint as she took a slight stagger and rolled to the ground, tottering back up to her paws with a grumbling huff. What was she doing? Good question. Rowankit scuffed one paw on the ground, eyes narrowed ruefully. Where was her dirt? Perhaps dirt was an improper thing to hope for. "Bad." she mewed promptly, her first word. A curious word, but oh well. The dirt was bad, not worth it. "n'good. findsin'." Rowankit would find something better to do indeed. She had found that dirt was weird and hard to get so she would find something better to do.
She wanted to be as big and strong as Dawnstar, who deserved respect from the small child. Rowankit would have to earn it. The tabby walked unsteadily toward Momthery, past the angry tumbling siblings and right up to her. The kit plopped on her bottom, and promptly began to sniff. Scents were plentiful, after all, and a good thing to be able to know. For when she was hungry she needed milk. She looked around for something to do. Oh.. ! OH! Further away- very far away- was a bright light. A very bright light that Rowankit couldn't see past. Little did The Heartbreaker know that this was actually the outside world. And she desired to reach it. The kitten rose back to her paws, looked up at Momthery, and then tottered away toward the den entrance. She had places to be!
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Pantherkit medium-furred, dark brown mackerel tabby with white paws, hazel eyes
purrks: n/a
he/him | shc kit | 0-1 moons
It wasn’t normal. The unnamed tom wasn’t sure what normal even was, but deep down, something didn’t feel right. His tiny body had barely entered the world, and already he felt the weight of it pressing down on him. It was cold—colder than it should be, even with his mother’s warm, familiar presence beside him. His fur was still damp, clinging to his fragile frame as the faintest of breezes sent shivers down his spine. He could sense his siblings close by, their small forms wriggling just like his, but something about their movements made him uneasy. The world around him was too big. Too cold. Too harsh. He was small—smaller than them. Weaker, too. Even in the dark, blurry confusion of his newborn state, he could tell that much. His limbs felt heavy, almost too heavy to move, and when he tried to stretch out, it was a feeble attempt, his paws trembling with the effort. He could feel the prickling sensation of the moss beneath him, as if the very ground was rejecting his presence. A soft sound escaped him, a tiny, pitiful mewl that barely rose above the quiet rustling of the den around him. It wasn’t a cry for attention, not really. It was more of a reaction—a response to the overwhelming sensations assaulting his tiny body. His nose twitched as unfamiliar smells filled his senses. Blood. Fur. Something sharp and metallic in the air. It made him uncomfortable, made his belly twist with a strange, gnawing hunger he didn’t understand yet.
The dark tom turned his head, instinctively seeking something—anything—that might offer him comfort. His face brushed against something soft, a wriggling form beside him, one of his littermates. But it wasn’t right. They were moving too much, their small body writhing beside him in a way that didn’t feel safe. Confused, he mewled again, louder this time, his tiny voice shaking as his head bobbed unsteadily. He didn’t know where to go, what to do. He just wanted warmth, wanted the comfort of something solid and safe to cling to. But then, in the midst of his searching, he felt it. A warmth unlike anything else—a presence that drew him in, beckoning him closer. It was soft, and it smelled familiar, soothing the fear that gripped his tiny pounding heart. His white paws reached out, pulling him toward it with all the strength he could muster, though it wasn’t much. His small body ached from the effort, his limbs trembling under the strain, but he kept going. He had to. The closer he got, the more his trembling body began to ease. The warmth he sought was overwhelming now, a soft, protective barrier that seemed to shield him from the cold world beyond. His mother’s fur. That was what it had to be. Her scent surrounded him, mixing with the now faint, metallic tang of blood in the air, but it was her warmth he clung to the most. He pressed his face against her belly, his tiny nose nudging against her fur until he found what he was searching for.
He latched on, drinking in the milk that his fragile body had craved since the moment he was born. It was a relief—a moment of peace in the storm of unfamiliar sensations that had bombarded him since the start. The hunger that had twisted his belly began to fade, replaced by a dull warmth that seeped through him. He suckled weakly, his tiny paws pressing against his mother’s side as he nestled into her, his small frame nearly disappearing in her thick fur. But even in the safety of his mother’s warmth, he couldn’t escape the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of his tiny mind. His siblings were still wriggling beside him, their movements stronger, more confident than his. They didn’t struggle the way he did. He could feel it, even now—how much smaller he was compared to them. His body felt heavy, his limbs weak, and every movement he made seemed to take twice as much effort. It wasn’t fair. Why did he have to be so small, so fragile? The tabby let out another soft mewl, his voice weaker than before as his exhaustion began to weigh him down. His eyes were still tightly shut, his ears folded against his head, but the sounds around him—his mother’s soft breathing, the rustling of his siblings, the gentle hum of the den—were enough to remind him that he wasn’t alone. Yet, even with his family so close, there was a sense of distance. A divide. He was with them, but somehow, he wasn’t. He wasn’t like them.
As the minutes stretched on, his movements slowed. The warmth of his mother’s belly and the steady rhythm of her breathing lulled him into a light sleep, though his body remained tense, his tiny frame curled tightly against her. Even in sleep, the cold lingered at the edges of his awareness, a constant reminder of his weakness. He dreamed of nothing, only an endless, shapeless void that pressed down on him, suffocating and dark. It was the same weight he’d felt since his first breath—the weight of the world he wasn’t sure he was strong enough to face. But even in his fragile state, he clung to life. He wasn’t sure how, or why, but something deep inside him wouldn’t let go. Something fierce, something determined. He wanted to live. He needed to. And somehow, despite the odds stacked against him, the unnamed tom knew he would.
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