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 ]

[Dolomedes]

Frostkit

What a bunch of over dramatic babies! Frostkit couldn't really tell them this thought, but he sure hoped that it was clear in his expression as he watched Seedkit leave with a huff and Cardinalkit follow, and then Jaggedkit attack him! Like come on! It was funny! Owchie- The kitten growled at his twin, trying to muster up words that never made it past his teeth. Instead he took to throwing his paws up at Jaggedkit's face, and then rolling, hoping to escape his twin's grasp enough to follow after Cardinalkit and Seedkit because that's why he woke them up! To see what was happening... oh wait, where is Strawberrykit anyways?

[ @Alchemist Kitsune - Cardinalkit | @Omari - Seedkit | @Rose - Strawberrykit | @burntToast - Jaggedkit ]

[Estelle]

Coldkit
[ 1 moon | She / Her | Wc kit ]

The silence stretched on, and Coldkit was starting to feel out of place. Most of the time the obstacles in her way would either speak of disappear or be inanimate objects, something she knew was not the case here. She could the inhale and exhale of breath, feel the warmth of fur inches from her face and both pointed to a live animal, a clan mate no doubt, sitting in the way of her path. One not much older than herself, but the question was who.

Ah, it finally spoke. The kitten’s face visibly reacted to the sound of Diftingkit’s voice, her ears twitching in recognition after a brief moment. Her nose wiggled, taking in the distinct scent of her brother.
“Special game?”
She repeated with a tilted head. After which she padded the ground to find Driftingkit’s side, taking her seat there.

The tom with the weird voice – Coldkit didn’t know many ‘weird’ voices, each had their own sound, but he must be speaking of the one who called them all together. He had a very recognisable voice for one, she doubted she would be struggling to pick apart his voice in a crowd. But that wasn’t what Driftingkit was commenting on; apparently this rumoured strange voice had been spending a lot of time with their mother, and Coldkit found that tidbit of information interesting.

Momma wasn’t one for much cuddling, she had work to do. Important work, as Rainkit always said, so she was often busy. That is why they spent so much time with the Leopardlady, and must be why Rainkit called leopardlady ‘mom’ instead of their actual mother.
“Ooohhhhh…”
Sounded Coldkit, the thoughts moving leisurely through her mind. It sounded like a good plan. A fun one, even. Almost like a game, and that excited her. Giving a few vigorous nods, Coldkit spoke again.
“I’m in! But. How will be we close to the weird voice?”
Crackly. His voice sounded crackly and raspy. It cracked and it rasped and it did sound different. She wondered why.

Speak of the cat, he was addressing them all again.

Her ear flickered as he spoke, as tingling from the information that was reaching her drums. He spoke of tunnels and tunnelling, and Coldkit was unsure what that entailed or what it felt like. She hadn’t heard of it before, but there was something intriguing about this Special and Secret talent. A specialised skill… Which allowed them to duck below the earth? She canted her head, ears raised intently as he mentioned one could be apprenticed under a tunneller. She wonder, would momma ever allow her to dip her paws into this special skill? Moorkit and Coyotekit had made it awfully clear she differed from the rest, even in momma and leopardlady said otherwise.

But maybe… She could. Maybe she could ask momma about that. She didn’t want to appear too forth-coming around the strangers. Or maybe of Driftingkit and her got close to Raspy he could tell her more about the special and secret skill of tunnelling.

Oh, her eyebrows raised. He was already teaching them about it, and her whiskers twitched. Her paws tingled strangely when she unsheathed her claws for probably the first time, and it felt odd the way they caught and dragged over the soil beneath her paws as she adjusted her stance. His explanation of “like this!” was frankly lost on her, but evidently it had something to do with the ground and her claws. There wasn’t much else she could do besides stick her flimsy claws into the soil beneath – though likely more shallow than Crackly intended – and curl her claws around the soil and tickled the soft of her toe beans.

She wiggled however, trying to fill up her paw the best she could, largely to little avail because she dragged out her paw and tried tossing the soil back barely any actual soil lifted and disrupted off the ground where she had tried to dig. She repeated these steps, her minute hole then being stomped on with little accuracy true to Raspy’s explanation, hoping the ‘huge’ (small, cough) walls of her hole wouldn’t collapse.

“It’s slow,” she wanted to comment, ears turning towards Diftingkit as she wondered how he was doing. But knowing their secret mission was to get close to Crackly she bit her tongue and angled her ears towards her brother instead, wanting to hear what he thought about this. Was his hole progressing so utterly slowly as well? She barely felt any dirt leave the ground!


[ @Bonsai ]