Nightshiver
[ 59 moon | She / Her | Shc Forever Queen ]
As long as this didn't encourage them to sneak out... Nightshiver sat within the nursery's mouth, watching Rookfire with the little group of kits. She was worried, to be sure, but didn't want to dampen the kits' mood or stop them from learning when they wanted to. Little Sleepykit would have loved something like this, she couldn't help but muse, eyes focused on the excited and curious little ones. Worried or not, this was good for them. It gave them something to do, satiated their curiosity, and Nightshiver was grateful for that, offering their diligent teacher a small smile. Even so, the forever queen would be sitting her just in case as an additional pair of eyes; if anything to calm her own nerves.
Stars above, her siblings were loud! Wincing at the sudden unexpected interaction (although she’d never admit it) Rowankit wrinkled her nose and brought her paws up to block her ear canals. The little tabby leaned back slightly, one whisker brown raising in skepticism. Oh, but they were friendly. Sighing, the larger-than-average kit grinned, raising one paw to gently poke at Scorpionkit with the other still coving an ear. ”Shhh! Gotta be quiet so we can hear Rookfire!” Rowan protested particularly playfully, then took her other paw to whack at Pantherkit too. ”We’ll be good hunters! I promise~ we got this!” the Heartbreaker chirped. Placing both paws down normally again. She wondered what would happen if she tried to yoink Rookfire’s tail… but she couldn’t risk getting in trouble! No, no, of course not. ”Hey Scorpionkit,,” She whispered, ”I dare you to try and pounce on Rookfire’s tail. He’ll be super proud of your hunting abilities!” The best way to be mischievous and stay out of trouble was to make others cause mischief, and then scold them when they finished. It was an ingenious plan, and deathly hilarious! Oh, it seemed Rookfire had some plans. Medicine cat apprentice? A being to impress, it seemed! Silently, without a word, she lifted one paw and supposedly poked Scorp in the back, urging her on. Go on, cause drama! Problems! But the movement could easily be shrugged off as accidental, so there was a 50/50 chance the other would pick up what Rowankit was putting down. "I'm Rowankit, one of Dawnstar's. And these are my siblings." The little tabby motioned to Scorpionkit and Pantherkit with one paw, then flicked it over in the direction of Breezekit, then Adderkit. "So are they.. but maybe you know that." The kitten's ears quirked slightly. Rowan would allow her siblings to introduce themselves, no need to do it for them.
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Venomkit
Shadowclan kit
"Scorpi!!" A squeal of delight exploded from Venomkit's maw in response to Scorpionkit's sudden appearance. This would be twice as fun now that she was here! Scorpi's energy seemed to matched her own even if their noise levels weren't exactly in sync they both were loud! Scorpion just seemed to have extreme vocal capacity, which was super awesome in her eyes! Maybe one day she would be even louder..
Ears swivelled around as another familiar voice made itself know. "Pan!!" Another shriek of joy and the toygress was literally bouncing up and down in a frenzy of purring and grinning so wide her cheeks hurt. The small kitten was so succumbed with exhilaration that she hardly heard the dark cat until she had finally calmed down enough to realise that Rowankit was introducing them, well she missed out her!
"Hey, I'm here as well Rowwy!" The braided tabby pouted crossly before turning to who she now knew as Rookfire. "I'm Venom! And Dawnstar's my Mammy, too!" Honestly, she mostly only knew her mother as 'Mammy' at that point but her sister introduced her and her littermates as her kits so guess that was her name. Flashing an ecstatic smile, she reverted back to her overly enthusiastic demeanour. "I wanna hunt, now, now!"
"SCOR- SCIP- SCROPUNKIT!" the small kit screamed still, ignoring Rookfires initial suggestion to tone it down. Well... was ignoring the proper term? Maybe. Her attention span was so short, she likely just forgot she had to use a smaller voice. And, it wasn't until after the fact when she realized her mistake -- with the help of her sibling -- and the kitten made a small cringe face and spoke quieter. "Sorry." She gave Rowankit a small wink, acting like she meant to do all this, when in fact, she didn't, and her ears burned with some embarrassment from it. It was hard to keep her voice down. So hard.
A sudden shout of her name and Scorp whipped around quickly to see Venomkit. "HI!" She squeaked out, shuffling her paws in place before Rowankit caught her attention again. A dare?! Ohoh oh... Scorp could NOT pass up a dare. No way! "Just watch me!" She whispered back, shooting Rookfire a mischievous glance before turning to the other siblings, acting like she wasn't just scheming something with Rowan. "We're gonna be the best hunters! Just have to be!" She cheered before she got down into a mock hunting crouch. It wasn't the best... to put it nicely.
Then, a plan came to mind. Scorpionkit gave Rowankit a playful wink before raising a paw and informing Rookfire of an issue. "I gotta use the dirtplace, I be right back! Okay!?" Then, the little kit scampered off before the medic could say anything.
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It didn't take long for the huntress in training to run alongside the camp wall behind Rookfire. She got down into her "amazing" mock crouch and started creeping up on the medicine cat. She wasn't the quietest and she wasn't super hidden, but did her best to stay just out of Rookfire's line of sight as her tail came closer and closer to her paw grasp. She could see her siblings in the small group and struggled to hold back giggles as she got closer. A little snort would escape her, before a paw lifted to cover her mouth as she composed herself again. Then, with all her might, she flung herself forward. Whether Rookfire let her or not, Scorpionkit landed on some part of his tail and grasped it in a hug between her legs. "GOTCHA!!!"
☽3 moons old || he/him ☾ large chocolate brown kit with darker brown markings and thick fluffy fur;
bright golden eyes and a single tooth that overlaps his bottom lip ꒰ #AcontiumFlowers /ᐠ - ˕ -マ ꒱
Wowozers. Once again, the kit had been residing in his favorite mud pile. Mama did not support this, but no one would be taking his mud away from him. He wasn't really paying attention to his surroundings, having labeled them as boring and explored. Still,, he was bloody trapped in this camp. What did catch Houndkit's interest was the big ol' fuss his siblings were making. Hmmrgh. He rose slowly to his paws, approaching the large group of kits and the uhm, familiar looking wildcat. Roookfiree.. Pretty sure. He had gave the pretties. He watched Scorpionkit attempt to tackle the Noble Wildcat. Hehe. Sucks to be him.
Huunting... sounded interesting. Ok, he would bite.
Houndkit skittered up to Rookfire, not too sure if they had already started what they were doing. "MEEE!!!!!!!! I l, l, learn. Pl - leas -ssee, pl - leas-eee, pl-leaseeee, " His tail wagged back and forth, looking up at him with expecting eyes. Supposedly that was good manners. He couldn't.. quite say l's that well, though, or.. 's for that matter. His tongue got tripped over them, and he had to force the words out.
rookfire slowly nodded as each kit introduced themselves before stopping at adderkit to address her question, "i just got made the medicine cat apprentice last moon, i was an enforcer before, thats like,, a slightly cooler warrior, 's why im so old as well." he gave them a grin, desperately hoping he was adequately communicating and not making a fool of himself in front a bunch of kits that had no idea what he was saying. "don' worry, questions are always welcome" eyes briefly flicking to where nightshiver had appeared at the mouth of the nursery, he gave her a short nod before focussing back on the kits, dismissing scorpionkit who had briefly taken to screaming before catching herself and rookfire was feeling a tiny bit run over by the amount of little cats.
he had shifted his attention to their latest new participant, drenched in mud for some reason rook couldnt quite make up before hearing a little giggle behind, quickly followed by a devious attack on his tail. "aye ya wee devil!, quite the hunter already are you?" the medic exclaimed with a small laugh, shifting his tail in an attempt to drag the kit with it, whilst remaining seated yet twisted around to look at scorpion kit.
"ight ight hold up for a moment with attackin' me, yeah? we'll get yer some mossballs n ya can take turns tryin ta cat my tail" getting to his paws again, no matter if the kit held on or not, the medic shuffled over to the varying sized mossballs he had rolled and perhaps stolen from the nursery. kicking some of them towards the kits he, in case of scorpionkit somehow having held on, made another attempt to shake her off before pushing one of the larger mossballs a few tail lengths away from him.
"the most important thing for huntin is ta be real quiet. the prey can hear yer steps n every crunchy leave or stick ya step on. ya crouch down like this, n once yer close enough to the prey you push off n land on it, yeah?" the former enforcer explained whilst demonstrating on the mossball.
Pantherkit medium-furred, dark brown mackerel tabby with white paws, hazel eyes
purrks: n/a
he/him | shadowclan kit | 1 moon
The young tom’s eyes stayed glued to Rookfire, his entire body still buzzing with excitement, but now there was a layer of concentration in his bright gaze. His pale eyes were wide, tracking every movement the medicine cat apprentice made, drinking in every word as though Rookfire were sharing the most important secret in the world. An enforcer turned medicine cat? To Pantherkit, that was amazing! The idea of being someone who could both fight and heal, protect the clan, and care for it—Rookfire must’ve been the coolest cat in ShadowClan! His tiny heart pounded in his chest, pride, and admiration swelling inside him. He could only hope to be as great as that someday. When Rookfire started to explain how to hunt, Pantherkit felt a ripple of excitement run through his small body. He shuffled his paws, trying to get into a better crouch like the one Rookfire had shown. He lowered his belly to the ground, his tiny muscles trembling with anticipation, his tail flicking behind him. He felt awkward, unsure if he was doing it right, but he kept his eyes on Rookfire, watching closely as the older cat demonstrated the hunting crouch. Pantherkit mimicked his movements as best as his small legs would allow, though his striped tail twitched uncontrollably with eagerness. The former enforcer said that the most important thing for hunting is to be quiet. Pantherkit's ears flicked, absorbing that information like a sponge.
Quiet. He could be quiet. His little chest swelled with determination as he pressed himself lower to the ground, focusing on keeping his steps light. He glanced around, noticing how his littermates seemed just as excited, but he wanted to be the best—he had to be! He pictured himself sneaking up on sweet, plump prey in the forest, being more quiet than a shadow, and pouncing on it with perfect precision. His heart raced faster at the thought of his first catch. He could see it so clearly in his mind: him, stalking through the underbrush, unnoticed by even the sharpest eyes. He’d pounce, claws outstretched, and land right on top of a fat mouse. Pantherkit’s chest swelled with pride at the imagined praise from his mama. Dawnstar would be so proud of him. His little white paws shifted with excitement as the daydream played out in his mind. He could already hear the warriors calling him the best hunter in the clan. But for now, the mossball would have to do. His gaze flickered to it, sitting there, waiting for him to make his move. He twitched his whiskers, reminding himself to wait—Rookfire hadn’t finished yet. He wanted to hear everything. He didn’t want to mess this up by being too hasty. His mind was racing ahead, filled with dreams of future hunts, but he forced himself to focus. Be quiet, and be still. “Am I doing it right, Rookfire?” He asked, his little paws fumbling as his hazel gaze glanced up towards the medic. He wanted to prove himself worthy, after all!
☽3 moons old || he/him ☾ large chocolate brown kit with darker brown markings and thick fluffy fur;
bright golden eyes and a single tooth that overlaps his bottom lip ꒰ #AcontiumFlowers /ᐠ - ˕ -マ ꒱
Uuuhm. Houndkit wasn't told he couldn't so he figured this was a yes that he could stay. Sweeet! He was worried for a second that he might be too late. He patiently sat down, tag wagging excitedly while he listened to Rookfire. The moment mossballs were brought out the kit made a quick dash, rolling one towards him. Houndkit turned his attention back to Rookfire, watching the demonstration. He would try and copy the other, pushing off with all his weight and er,, well more so flopping onto the mossball if anything.
Re: another training thread [p]
