ShadowClan Nursery

[Reflex]

Larkkit awoke to unique sound of rain pounding the needles of pine trees. She already felt like pouting. Another day stuck inside. She scowled contentedly. It felt good to be dramatic.

[open rp]

[newo]

Soulkit flicks their tail and mews to larkkit “hey larkkit, I’m bored, wanna play mossball with me!!:>”

[BlowingBubbles]

Nightkit played in the nest as she watched all the other kits play. Their games look ed scary, and dangerous, and she was the smallest of her littermates, so she didn't want to be teased. Why can't I be bigger? she thought. Oh well. I'd rather stay here anyway.
[Open role-play]

[newo]

Soulkit looks up and realizes nightkit alone and skip to night and mews “ can I join?, i have a mossball!!!” They asked soft tone trying to scare nightkit away.

[newo]

soulkit looks up and realizes nightkit alone and skip to night and mews “ can I join?, i have a mossball!!!” They asked soft tone trying to scare nightkit away.

[BlowingBubbles]

Nightkit flinches away from the other kit. Even though their voice was quiet, and gentle, she didn't like it. They're just trying to be nice! She thought. I-I don't really like mossball. Nightkit mumbled, looking at her paws. @newo

[BlowingBubbles]

Echoshade woke up, and looked around. Where's Specklekit? She thought, panicked.
[Open RP]

[versailles]

 

Originally Posted by Estelle

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."

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, bewitched ]

a light purr rumbles from the kit as nightshiver gives him a few licks between the ears. iciclekit presses closer to the queen, trying to gather some much-needed warmth. he swears, no matter how warm a nest is or how comfy mumma is, he's freezing! he wonders if the other cats are always cold, too, or if it's just him. it makes him feel as slow as a slug.

his mother's question is answered by a shake of his head. he won't say he dislikes the other kits; they're all just so..loud. too hyper. socializing with them proved to be quite difficult, he's found. luckily for him, mumma has a solution, like always. "I want.. to play with you, mumma." he murmurs, aiming to affectionately headbutt her leg when she leans down. he glances at the mossball, debating if he wants to keep it or not. ultimately, he decides to draw it closer, then slides it towards the molly.

"how do you make it fun?" he inquires, pointing a paw at the mossball.

[Screamington]

 

Originally Posted by GreenTheGreat

✦Talonkit✦
She/Her | Shadowclan Kit
A spotted, calico cat with a prominent Mohawk and small fangs.
[ @Screamington ]
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Talonkit raised her head as she listened to Bubblekit's praise. Yes, she did do good! Though her confidence faltered at Bubblekit's question.
"What do friends do now?" Hm, good question.
The only response Talonkit could muster was an "Errrr..." As she thought of a good answer. She really didn't know! But she couldn't seem clueless!
"Well! Uh! I dunno!" She admitted, before attempting to recover her aloft tone, "We don't got to go by any friend code or whatever! We can be friends however we want! Like... what do you want to do? Y'know, since you asked me before!" She smiled, closing her eyes and enjoying her response. Yes, since Bubblekit was so nice to her they deserved her kindness!
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Bubblekit
They/them // Kit // Shadowclan // 4 moons
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That WAS true... Bubblekit softly smiles at the reassurance - she was right, why would they have to follow a hypothetical friend code? They suppose it was time to just do whatever made the two happy.

What made Bubblekit happy, exactly? ...Possibly eating.
"...Do you think we could grab food?" They ask rather sheepishly, debating on whether this was a valid question or not. Bubblekit really likes eating mice. Mice is good. Mice is great, even.

[Estelle]

Nightshiver watched over the nursery, keeping an eye on the younger kits.