Baby lessons (read: playtime) [kit event]

[Alchemist Kitsune]

| Cardinalkit |
2-3 Moons - WindClan Kit
No Purrks

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Okay. What the actual hell? Cardinalkit was in her family's nest. You know. That sacred place in the nursery where no one but them are allowed into? After all, they scooted out of Firenotmom's nest once they got too big to hang around that waste of space, seeing as how once they were on prey and no longer drinking milk, there was really no more use for her. But back to the reasons they moved nests. You know. The very sensible reasons. Such as to avoid stupid cats waking them up. Or bumping into them. Or cutely needing to be murdered.

As one frosty green eye opened with a deadly glint within it, the fluffy calico was certain that today was the day. The day she drew first blood - well... not first, technically that had been Plumkit... no wait... the plebian was Plumpaw now... but whatevs - and killed her first cat. Because she swore to StarClan the first cat that dared to assume that her father's weakness was also her own would be the first example she used to the contrary. Getting up, tiny kit fangs bared as the fluff over her head stuck out to all sides in that disheveled just-woke-up look, she turned towards the source of the commotion, a snort escaping her as the menacing glare swiftly turned to an unamused deadpan. It was the rock heads... Because of course they were. If they weren't her littermates she swears...

Cardinalkit wasn't sure which one of her brothers had woken her up, but if she had to hazard a guess it was definitely Frost, considering Jaggs looked like he was ready to beat the ever living crap out of him while telling him to use his words. Which... fair. Frost seemed to be getting more and more bite first no words later lately. Although come to think of it, most of them had gotten a bit... bittier lately. What was up with that?

There was really no time to ask or think too long about it, seeing as how Seeds was up and evidently eager to get moving. The large kit honestly had no real wish to go outside. She was sleepy. And now cranky. But Seeds was so shy and reclusive so often, she didn't have the heart to say no. And somebody had to go and make sure she didn't get hurt. Couldn't be the rock heads, either. Those two morons couldn't keep themselves safe half the time, let alone keep Seeds safe.

"Hit him hard for me, Jaggs. Wait up, Seeds. Oy, Ber. Seeds is going out. Looks like something's up. I leave the rock heads with you," she mewed, keeping her gaze on her speckled sister as she spoke, not daring to take her eyes off her for a moment.

Whether Ber had heard or not Cardinalkit didn't have the time to make sure of, large, kit paws pounding hard after Seeds. She trusted her older sister to know how to handle the situation anyways, with or without her input. And besides, with the way their two brothers were behaving right now, there was little chance Strawberrykit hadn't woken up with the rest of them. If the three of them wanted to catch up to them, let 'em. She owed Frost a cuff between the ears for waking 'em up anyways.

Blinking in the light of day, pale green hues taking some time to get used to the sun, the Maine Coon mix panicked only for a moment when she realized she couldn't spot her sister among the gathering crowd. Up until she realized the crowd was just the usual suspects from the nursery and that banged up tom that served as second to the leader. The deputy. Her future role on her quest to greatness. He would have to die for her to take his place someday, of course. Or succeed Twilightstar, she supposed. But there was plenty time for that. She had to earn her warrior name first. If he was saying something to the kits though... might as well listen up. It would be smart to learn what it took to rise to the top, after all.

Cardinalkit's interest waned the moment the tom began speaking. Digging? That's what this was about? Ugh... Whatevs. That was peasant work. Her and her littermates were above such trivialities. Now... where was Seeds? Her dainty paws were too good for this tunneling business. Especially if she could get hurt with a collapse... whatever that was. Ah, there!

"Seeds! Why you heading out on your own like that for this digging crap? Didn't even let me give Frost a piece of my mind. Had to let Jaggs have all the fun," the kit grumbled, a pout clear on her face at the admission that she couldn't join her brother in violence against the nap ruining culprit even as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

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@Dolomedes [Frostkit] | @burntToast [Jaggedkit] | @Omari [Seedkit] | @Rose [Strawberrykit]

[Badwolf]

[Whistlekit] & [Sedgekit]
Kits|4 moons|Windclan

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"Frostkit and Jaggedkit are fighting," Whistlekit singsongs softly next to Crowtooth, glancing at him meaningfully. She'd been right to turn up to the stupid digging lesson after all! How exciting! She'll be able to see the other kits get into trouble!

Meanwhile, Sedgekit ignores his sister and stays by himself in a corner. The idea of a tunnel system underneath Windclan intrigues him. He wouldn't mind learning more about it, not at all. He always had a very good memory, and an even better sense of direction, so maybe in the future he could ask to be allowed to go down the tunnels. Sedgekit narrows his eyes thoughtfully.

His feet dig into the dirt, as Crowtooth instructed. He often spent lots of time digging up pretty stones and trinkets for his sister Whistlekit, so he was familiar with the action, though he wasn't very good at it. Sedgekit copies Crowtooth and listens to his instructions. It helps a little, Sedgekit isn't sure. He has to spend a while digging until things eventually start collapsing, after which he starts stomping. This doesn't work very well; he's too light.

Tags:
@Rani /Crowtooth

[squidz]

/ GRACKLEKIT \
stocky gray tabby with a beige overcoat and bright blue eyes; silver tongue t1
[ windclan kit | tomcat | 3 moons | mischievous, charismatic, adventurous ]

6/10

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Blah, blah, blah. Instructions, instructions. Okay, well, learning that WindClan was the only Clan that tunnels was pretty cool. And Gracklekit certainly did pay attention when Crowtooth showed the best method of digging, given that he wanted to win at this, of course. Because this was a competition, right? He'd make sure Uncle Crow was darn proud of his 'nibling'... whatever that meant.

Immediately the gray-and-beige tom launched himself to a free patch of dirt somewhat by Crowtooth, his little paws stretching and tiny claws flexing. "Look, look Uncle Crow! Like this?" He gasped, immediately ripping through the soft grass. He had the spirit, but he was digging a bit too fast and too vehemently, causing dirt to spray everywhere and fall right back into the hole. A bit too eager to firmly press the dirt in on the sides, his hole kept getting filled up. Instead of taking his time, he assumed that maybe going faster would do the trick!

...But it did not do the trick. Not at all. Gracklekit sat back with a huff, narrowing his eyes at the dilapidated hole that was supposed to be a tunnel in the making. "Hnnng... it ain't working. I did it as fast and good as I could!!" He grunted in annoyance, picking some dirt out between his already-sore claws.

[ @Rani <3 ]

[Screamington]

Leopardkit
They/she // Kit // Windclan // 4 moons
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Leopardkit listened to Crowtooth's instructions carefully. They've always been interested in tunneling; not enough to focus on it as a full role, but enough to want to know its basics - and perhaps more.

The feline raises her paws, wanting to follow the instructions step by step with the guide of Crowtooth's own physical example. This wasn't exactly an ideal tactic for someone of white paws... But it's better to just get used to it.

Leopardkit was able to make some form of hole, but was noticeably struggling at the second half of this tutorial. Keeping the tunnel from crumbling wasn't easy at all!!

Still, she keeps trying. Determination is key. Sometimes. Not really.

[idia]

EGRETKIT
she/her . 3 moons . dark brown and lilac tabby with dappling with cream markings and blue eyes
[ sticky pads ]

okay, that was a lot of instructions. a lot of information in general. egretkit's face scrunches up as she wills her brain to remember everything uncle crows had said. what does she get from it? windclan is obviously the super-est coolest clan ever. they were the only clan that dug tunnels! that makes her ponder what exactly the other clans do, though. they have to all be good something, right?

next up, learning to actually dig. well, she knew how to do that! why, she watched bugs do it all the time! bright blue eyes watch as crowtooth shows and example, then she looks around at her fellow kits as they follow it. gracks seemed to be a master at it already, if she ignores the fact he was flinging dirt everywhere. okay, now her turn!

tiny claws unsheathing, egretkit begins to claw at the dirt. she ends up clawing more at the grass than focusing on digging a hole, however. so, after a strenuous few minutes, she sits back to admire her work. ripped grass and a dimple in the ground just deep enough she could probably lay in it. "bwah! I reckon I did pretty awesome," she grins, quickly looking around to spot her uncle. "uncle crows! look at mine!"

[ @Rani ]