ICICLEKIT he/him. 2 moons. frail, long haired pale grey-blue tom with darker accents and white markings with pale blue eyes.
[ lyrebird's lullaby ]
iciclekit stretches in the moss nest he lays in, eyes half closed as he idly pats a mossball he'd collected a little while ago. it is very squishy, but not as fun as the other kits make it look. perhaps his imagination isn't as active as his denmates, he's not entirely sure. or, perhaps, there's a secret to to it - to having fun with a mossball, that is. he'll have to investigate this later. for now, he simply feels like laying here. though, after a few moments of lying there, he realizes that it's a bit lonely.
with a slow blink, he pushes himself up into a sitting position and looks around the nursery for nightshiver. upon spotting the forever queen, the pale kit is clambering out of the nest (carrying the mossball with him) and making a bee-line towards her. he's always seen her as..well, he's not quite sure what the word is, but he'll settle for very smart. she'll definitely know what the point of smacking a mossball around is.
"you. mumma." he mumbles, immediately trying to squish himself against nightshiver once he reaches her. he drops the mossball, poking it with one tiny paw. "not..fun..as I thought." he sighs, shaking his head in disappointment.
Nightshiver
[ 60 moons | She / Her | Shc Forever Queen | Kitty Softpaws T1 ]
The hustle of kittens around the nursery was a constant sounds, one that often kept her awake for many hours, but she loved it all the same. And with recent workings on the den, the nursery was all the more warm this approaching leaf-bare. Nests were made, kits were playing, queens were nursing or resting -- it was a moment of peace and calm, one the queen treasured, as she could content herself with silently watching over the little crowd while her own duties took a rest.
That is, until one of the kittens under her personal care approached; she could recognise the little tom's voice in an instant, his way of speech rather distinct if anything. Her eyes squinted with affection, and she turned her head to watch him as she welcomed the kitten close to her and listened to his dilemma.
Ah, the mossball wasn't ad fun as expected. Though kittens often enjoyed playing catch with or various other games even she didn't always understand, there were a select few within her lifetime who didn't share that same excitement - or even will - to partake in those pleasantries. Or, much like Iciclekit, failed to see the appeal. Nightshiver had learned that it was difficult to change a kitten's mind on such matters; if her son didn't see the appeal of pushing around a mossball, then perhaps there was a different game he might enjoy. Taking a moment to ponder the possibilities, she leaned down to give him a few affectionate licks between the ears -- doubling as a way for a quick grooming.
"Have...have you...tried playing...m-mossball.. with other... kittens? O-or..; we could... think.. of. of a more... fun game... together."
She leaned a little lower, to get a good look at his face with a gentle smile. "There are.. many ways... in which.. you c-can use... a mossball. Or... without.. one."
Mousekit nods agreeably with a copied expression, watching his counterpart immediately go to gather up materials for their game. Truthfully Mousekit really didn’t care what position she got, so, per Owlkit’s suggestion, Mousekit takes up the role of leader.
Owlkit is good at making decisions.
“Okay! I’ll be the leader,” she says cheerily, trotting over to a corner of the nursery that they mentally designate their “leader spot.” Mousekit sits dutifully and swishes their tail around, in what they believe to be an authoritative manner. Mousekit stares out as if he was watching over an imaginary clan.
Burrkit shuffled in her nest, before opening her maw with a mighty yawn. She blinked as the world around her came into focus. A slight draft rustled her patchy fur as she stretched and stood. Surveying her surroundings.
Nightshiver
[ 60 moons | She / Her | Shc Forever Queen | Kitty Softpaws T1 ]
The hustle of kittens around the nursery was a constant sounds, one that often kept her awake for many hours, but she loved it all the same. And with recent workings on the den, the nursery was all the more warm this approaching leaf-bare. Nests were made, kits were playing, queens were nursing or resting -- it was a moment of peace and calm, one the queen treasured, as she could content herself with silently watching over the little crowd while her own duties took a rest.
That is, until one of the kittens under her personal care approached; she could recognise the little tom's voice in an instant, his way of speech rather distinct if anything. Her eyes squinted with affection, and she turned her head to watch him as she welcomed the kitten close to her and listened to his dilemma.
Ah, the mossball wasn't ad fun as expected. Though kittens often enjoyed playing catch with or various other games even she didn't always understand, there were a select few within her lifetime who didn't share that same excitement - or even will - to partake in those pleasantries. Or, much like Iciclekit, failed to see the appeal. Nightshiver had learned that it was difficult to change a kitten's mind on such matters; if her son didn't see the appeal of pushing around a mossball, then perhaps there was a different game he might enjoy. Taking a moment to ponder the possibilities, she leaned down to give him a few affectionate licks between the ears -- doubling as a way for a quick grooming.
"Have...have you...tried playing...m-mossball.. with other... kittens? O-or..; we could... think.. of. of a more... fun game... together."
She leaned a little lower, to get a good look at his face with a gentle smile. "There are.. many ways... in which.. you c-can use... a mossball. Or... without.. one."
"nightshiver would you like me to play with the young one?" Moonpelt asks knowing how nightshiver feels sense Moonpelt herself is a mother
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Pale ginger tabby with darker orange markings and dusty brown eyes
He/Him | 4 Moons| + every 6th | ShadowClan Kit | The epitome of calm
{ #OP81 }
Purrks:
Flock Together T1 [INACTIVE] • Agatha Kitty [Permanently Active]
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Canopykit lay in a nest with his head on his paws, tail curled around his body. Mmmhhh sleep. Call him lazy, but he loved sleeping. You couldn't possibly blame him! Besides, he didn't have to do anything. No apprentice duties, no warrior duties, none of that. So he was simply relishing in the moment, silently dozing off in the warmth of the Nursery.
{OPEN!}
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