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Re: WindClan Nursery
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Originally Posted by Omari
Seedkit Windclan
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Seedkit initially just frowned. “You’re a jerkface.” She pointed out as he stepped out of their nest. This wasn’t fair and she knew she wouldn’t really like fighting, either. It kind of frightened her. “Why fight, though? We could… We could talk an’ play clans! You can be the leader if you want, I don’t mind!" She insisted as she lowered herself into a similar crouch, mimicking her brother’s actions just in case he did decide to pounce on her, or something.
Jaggedkit considered his sister words, he didn't mind talking. He could practically ramble on and one about anything if he wished too and playing clans wasn't to bad but he had a mission here and he planned to fulfill it. "yeah I suppose we could talk, but what would we even talk about? As for playing clans you'd need to still fight anyway. Plus I don't wanna be leader that's more of Cards or Straws thing"
Pale green eyes assessed his sister stance, she looked tense and more skittish like if he pounced at her she would runaway instead of stand her ground and fight. "you should focus on defence if your not to keen on attacking exactly. For instance if I were to pounce at you know, what would you do? Block my attack? Roll out of the way? Counter my blow with your own?" he asked and he began to pace a slow circle around seedkit. He wasn't sure exactly how he wanted to start this little battle. Rush in or take it slow
Jaggedkit considered his sister words, he didn't mind talking. He could practically ramble on and one about anything if he wished too and playing clans wasn't to bad but he had a mission here and he planned to fulfill it. "yeah I suppose we could talk, but what would we even talk about? As for playing clans you'd need to still fight anyway. Plus I don't wanna be leader that's more of Cards or Straws thing"
Pale green eyes assessed his sister stance, she looked tense and more skittish like if he pounced at her she would runaway instead of stand her ground and fight. "you should focus on defence if your not to keen on attacking exactly. For instance if I were to pounce at you know, what would you do? Block my attack? Roll out of the way? Counter my blow with your own?" he asked and he began to pace a slow circle around seedkit. He wasn't sure exactly how he wanted to start this little battle. Rush in or take it slow
“We can talk about anything at all! Whaddya wanna be when you grow up, Jag? Deputy or something? Not quite leader but still cool, I guess. I don’t wanna do that, though. I wanna be, um–I dunno, I’d like to just be an apprentice first.” Seedling babbled, prodding at the ground with one of her paws as she explained.
Her vision shifted back up to her brother, watching as he began to slowly circle her. Bumhead indeed. “If you pounce on me now I’m gonna squeal in your ear until y’let me go, an’ then I’ll smack you! I don’t wanna fight, I don’t wanna!” Again, Seedling was back to stomping her paws in frustration.
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Drizzlecloud Midnightpath Smolderpaw Seedkit
/ GRACKLEKIT \
stocky gray tabby with a beige overcoat and bright blue eyes; silver tongue t1
[ windclan kit | tomcat | 3 moons | mischievous, charismatic, adventurous ]
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"Yeah — they ain't afraid of nothin'!" Gracklekit had agreed with his sister regarding their parents as he continued his playful swats at the feathers, then purred in excitement as he watched her pluck out the feathers. It looked like hard work! He gave an eager whoop, hopping to his little paws and bouncing in place. "Ooh, Eges! You're so good at that! I wanna tryyy—"
And he gave a little too sharp of a tug on one of the thick feathers, making both himself and the downy object tumble to the floor. Snorting, he leapt back to his paws without a beat, ready to go again — but then Crowtooth had started speaking, so Gracklekit huffed, looking up to listen to his uncle. The thought of his brave father, Hawkfur, shaking like a kit made Gracklekit shake his head; no way! His father could handle anything!
But before he could protest too much, Crowtooth was tantalizingly dangling some chunks of the pheasant above his head. Wriggling his haunches and letting out a feisty snarl, Gracklekit launched himself as much as his strong back legs would allow. By StarClan, he was flying! Hah!
...But he still missed. With a little growl in his throat, the kit jumped again, managing to snag one of the pieces with his thorn-sharp claws, yanking to the ground and tumbling. With a yowl of triumph, the small tom bit down, letting the juicy flavors flood his palette. Blue eyes gleaming in satisfaction, Grackle nodded vigorously, glancing between his sister and his uncle.
"Ohh, it's yummy!" He squeaked, already going in for another ravenous bite. As he chewed noisily, his head popped up, tilting to the side almost like a curious dog, already distracted onto the next thought.
"Can I learn to tunnel, Uncle Crow? Just like you and papa! Well... maybe even better than papa, hehe..."
Re: WindClan Nursery
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