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Patchkit woke in their nest, and stifled a yawn as they got to their paws. The kit looked around for a moment before looking over at their trinket collection. A few feathers, moss balls, little stones and shells. The picked up a moss ball with their claws and tossed if across the nursery. Patchkit quickly ran after it, stumbling over other kits. "Sorry," they squeaked out, speaking for the first time ever, since they were mostly mute. They tumbled after their mossball.
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Re: RiverClan Nursery
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《RowanMane》 Male | 40 Moons | Posts: 114
large midnight charcoal agouti tabby tom with bright blue eyes, many scars, messy medium-length fur, underbite
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He looked down to the small kit at nodded. “A fish n’ a squirrel. I can go n’ check if ya wan’ somethin’ else too…or water n’ such.” he offered the kit, glancing around to see if any other kits or queens seemed to desire prey as well.
"Oooo!" Eveningkit squealed. "I've neva had fish before." She looked up at the cat. Her throat did fell a little dry. "If it'd be okay, can I also have some water?"
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《RowanMane》 Male | 41 Moons | Posts: 121
large midnight charcoal agouti tabby tom with bright blue eyes, many scars, messy medium-length fur, underbite
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Never had fish? He supposed she was young, but he was sure she’d like it, most RiverClanners did. “Well miss a grea’ ‘ime t’ try it yeah?” he smiled down to her. Ah- she wanted water? He wasn’t sure if there was good water in the moss at camp, and dint want to pester the medicine cats. Surely he could try and make a quick run to Seagrass Fields? “K’ kit, I’ll have t’ run out of camp t’ get that real quick. When I come back tell me how the fish was, Mk?”
"I feel like there's a big flea in my fur!" Brokenstream mock complained, using his hind paw to itch at his ear. "No...not there...in my side." He rolled away off of Duskkit. Opening his jaw and widening his eyes in fake surprise, the tom poked the kit gently with his paw. "My, what a big flea! Floodsight, do you see this?" He gasped. "Oh, wait, Duskkit- it's just you!" He teased, batting playfully at her ears as he shot a playful wink at Floodsight. "Floodsight! I thought I was in real danger there- how could you?" The Lionheart lifted a paw to his chest, feigning hurt. "Say, Duskkit. Should we practice the hunter's crouch on Floodsight?"
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art by @/babysith Duskkit-She/Her
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AIR.
SHE WAS FREE.
FREE FROM THE DEPTHS OF FUR.
"Hey, I'm not a flea!" Duskkit insisted after getting to her paws.
Then he said they could do the hunter's crouch on Floodsight again.
Okee dokee!
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This time, she didn't do very well, though.
She immediately tripped as soon as she started.
Annoying.
Floodsight ✦ RiverClan | 22 moons | Mind Reader ; Beefed Up T3 ; empty slot
Floodsight huffed cheerfully, not a full laugh but the closest the she-cat's gotten in the past moon. With a happy expression, the silver she-cat settled down with her gentle frame wrapped closely by her long fluffy tail. "Did you hear that Duskkit, you're a real force to be reckoned with. A real danger~"
Oops. Maybe she'd spoke too early. The little one had tripped over themselves, but was quick to recover. Floodsight gave the little one a small nudge, helping them up gently. Her dim blue eyes glanced over at Brokenstream to confirm and back to the little one. "I think it's time to reap your rewards. What'd you say? Anything special you want to learn, little one?"
[Swanberry]
She, Her\Queen\28 moons\Riverclan
"Venus, planet of love, was destroyed by global warming. Did its people want to much too?"
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Swanberry was so focused on making sure Ripplekit didn't topple over that she nearly didn't register his soft and curious mews. She blinked in surprise then chuckled to herself, a slight hue of embarrassment tinting her cheeks."Ah, yes, I'm here." She confirmed, a light purr rumbling in her parched throat. She noticed how he relied on sound more than anything, his small yet perked ears turning to the direction of her voice. A look of worry flashed across her features. No, no, kits where usually always blind in their first few weeks of living, she'd give it some time.
She laughed in amusement at Ripplekit's squabble to try and pronounce Salamanderkit's name. It was certainly amusing. "Yes, hun, you're right." She glanced at the apprentice as she exited the den. "You are very good at this."
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WE'LL BUILD A FIRE IN YOUR EYES
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SALAMANDERPAW . 7 MOONS . SHE/HER . RIVERCLAN
Salamanderpaw's jaws are stuffed full to aching on her return, and she moves with a slow waddle. A fish for Swanberry—"This one looked the most recent!"—is toted over triumphantly and laid at the queen's paws like it's something gilded, and fresh moss is set aside at the ready to replenish any of the nests that Daisypaw's already worked on (or to be torn up and sacrificed as toyscraps—Salamanderpaw recalls all too well how much she used to enjoy shredding mossballs and chewing on the pieces; even more than playing with them the usual way).
"You are all so welcome!" She cries, fuzzy chest puffed out. "Just, by the way. Say, uh...mmmmrmrmrm...." she sucks her teeth, scraping along and trying to fall into a helpful rhythm alongside Daisypaw, and quickly gets sidetracked from the tangent she was about to go on: "...euck, I don't wanna think about rocks falling into camp. What do we even do about that?" Would they have to leave all over again? Stars. Hopefully the odds of that happening are next to none. "Uh...but anyway! You sound like you're gonna do just fine, I think. But what kinda stuff are you gonna miss out on, I wonder? Can you hunt? Can you do a crouch, at least?" Salamanderpaw is so not subtle with the way she keeps throwing hopeful sideways glances at Daisypaw and then around the nursery, to Swanberry and Sweetsap again, to any queen who happened to be present. She licks her lips, trying for casual: "I uh, I could show you, if you need, but like...you know, maybe a queen might want to instead?"
Because Salamanderpaw's crouch is wobbly rubbish and she doesn't know how to fix it, but she's not going to say that. If she can get someone, anyone else to demonstrate it under the guise of doing some charitable act for Daisypaw, then surely she could just stare really hard and figure out how to fix her own.
Even better...
"And uh, maybe so-good bitty-kit wants to try it out too. Just, like, for fun." Bitty-kit, who'd totally massacred her name, but that's fine; Salamanderpaw struggled with her own name when she was teeny-tiny, too. "Saaaaal-uh-man-der," she enunciates slowly. "But Salpaw works. It's...kinda snappy. Are you excited to learn how to hunt, bitty-kit?" Haha let's just hold an impromptu lessons right here and now wouldn't that be crazy. Like just for fun. Haha what if. Another pointed glance around the nursery as she works at piling any refuse up by the nursery's mouth per Sweetsap's earlier intructions.
"Uhhh yeah! I wanna do!" He spun back and forth from Salpaw and his mom asking for permission. "Can I, mommm?"
Ripplekit spun back to the sound of the voice who he'd now identified as Salpaw. Or saalll... Luckily, Salpaw had helped him through pronouncing their name. It was a little more than difficult. It was a whole sentence for Ripplekit. "Saall..uh..mann.....deerrrr."
The white tabby kitten paused before confidently responded, "Samderpaw!"
Yeah, that was far from right and he immediately decided Salpaw was much much easier to pronounce and say. With an apologetic and dejected look, accompanied by a shake of his little head, "Can I call Salpaw Salpaw?"
Moving into the nursery with some fresh moss the young tom set it down. He thought maybe some queens could use some new bedding. Plus this was something helpful he could be doing. Jaggedpaw wanted to help out any way he could. This was the closest thing he could do that didn't require leaving camp. He didn't want to struggle to find an older cat to take him out into the territory. "Any queen need some fresh bedding?", Jaggedpaw asked. His one eye scanned the den.
[ open to any queens and kits. ]
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Patchkit ran into the nursery, carrying their mossball in their mouth. They quickly padded to their nest, dropping their ball and quickly step into the nest. Patchkit curled up into a tight ball, and laid their head on the edge of the nest, looking at nothing in particular.
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