Her hazel-green eyes widened, showing off the slightest guilt from her actions, but still reclaiming her energetic self.
She saw Shrikekit being in charge of scooping up the once scattered pebbles into one pile before she could continue doing so. She looked at her in complete silence as Shrikekit spat the first few words, until her gaze slowly calms down as she asked her about her name.
“Oh, well… I… uh..” All that sudden movements at once made her stutter while she was about to answer whereas she gains her stressfulness once again, but not for too long. “Carpkit. You can call me Carpkit!” She mewed as a slight smile is written on her face.
a smaller, tri-color tom with very fluffy fur. his pelt is full of greys, browns, golds, and white, and he has blue eyes. purrks ; none yet! | formatting creds to wolfie <3 | questioning gender/sexuality
crowkit watched with an eyebrow cocked as rainkit made contact with mud and began to dig around in the snow around it. he adjusted himself a little bit so mud wouldn't get thrown at him and cleared his throat as rainkit started being super judgemental of his already cool epic story. ' yeah, well. i don't have any speaking iss-yews! i'm just cool and i know what a shrow is! c-cause. a shrow is.. the cousin of a rabbit. uh-huh. '
he knows full well he is lying through his teeth, but crowkit ignores all of rainkit's critisism and continues on with his story. ' shrowkit, in th' forest, he goes out of his clan- he's in windclan, by the way, 'cause windclan's the best clan, and he goes on a super duper cool adventure. he-uh.. he goes into the river, and he swims against all the tides and he catches a bunch of fish with his paws and he wantsa bring them back to his clan 'cause everyone wants to see him and watch him catch his food. 'n stuff. '
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" never learned how I should feel, instincts somehow stunted
just seem haunted by my stupid urge to protect "
Yanno Rainkit was pretty sure this weirdo was full of it. She was accepting 'shrow' for now because she wanted the story but Rainkit was gonna take this up with her (manager) brother Leechscar later.
Which was alright, as far as stories went. She liked the sound of swimming and of course that Shrowkit was windclan. Buuuuut "Isnt fish supposed to be stinky and bad? Everyone says riverclanners are stinky and gross because they eat fish. Or is fish like, tasty but smelly and is a special treat?" Rainkit had never had fish before and did NOT wanna be smelly but she also liked tasty. There had to be a reason riverclan ate so much if it made them gross in the she cats mind. So maybe Crowkit had fish or knew.
In the meantime the silver kit whined as she just couldnt find any nice green or golden grass under all this awful snow! Just icky brown mud that was getting all over her paws! She hated wet and dirty so this was awful.
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Crowtooth was.... Crowtooth was admittedly pulling another prank. Having waited for most kittens to be out of the nursery to enjoy the warming days the large deputy had planted his bulk in front of the nusery, completely blocking it. And what did he do flopped in front of nursery preventing anyone from going inside?
Well he pretended to take a nap, complete with loud snoring and paws to the sky. There was no way of moving him, not for little kittens.
If asked he'd probably make the excuse that he was promoting problem solving in the youth but honestly... He was being a troll.
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The calico stalked up to the nursery entrance after sitting outside for a bit. Maybe she hoped something interesting would happen if she was outside long enough? Vixenkit blinked at the large black and white figure blocking her path and...snoring?? Was this cat really asleep in front of the path? The cinnamon and ginger calico tabby prodded the tom with a paw. "Hey, you're in the way!!" she exclaimed with wide eyes.
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Her hazel-green eyes widened, showing off the slightest guilt from her actions, but still reclaiming her energetic self.
She saw Shrikekit being in charge of scooping up the once scattered pebbles into one pile before she could continue doing so. She looked at her in complete silence as Shrikekit spat the first few words, until her gaze slowly calms down as she asked her about her name.
“Oh, well… I… uh..” All that sudden movements at once made her stutter while she was about to answer whereas she gains her stressfulness once again, but not for too long. “Carpkit. You can call me Carpkit!” She mewed as a slight smile is written on her face.
"Carpkit..." She responded, beginning to nod slowly, pausing to take in the name. A strange moment of quiet from her. "That's a nice name!" she blurted out, and she was back to moving around fast as ever. "What's a carp though?" She asked with a head tilt, continuing to scoop the pebbles up as she scrambled around, making sure to kick around a few just for the fun of it. "It sounds cool."
Stumblekit tumbled into the clearing, the apprentice-age kit barreling past bystanders as he grinned from ear to ear. "Come on, aunty!" He called from over his fluffy shoulder. The tom was now bigger than most in the nursery, finally seeming to grow into his paws a little more than when he was a kit. The six moon old, bright-ginger kit still wobbled to and frow, that never changed. Just as he tripped up on his own stumbling nature, his aunt rose up from behind and gently grabbed his scruff. "Woah there! Be careful now." She murrped a laugh. "If I had known play fighting would be this exciting, I would have taken you to a place with less little ones."
“Oh, I don’t know.” Carpkit shrugged in response from Shrikekit’s question. Her father probably gave her that name. It’s clear that she really meant a lot to him, especially when it comes to giving creative names. “I also like that name. It sound’s sweet and crisp… Oh, and did you know…” She continued while she came over and helped her out with assembling the pebbles into a pile. “…That my dad is also called with “Shrike”? His name’s Shrikeslip. I think it’s also a cool name. Your parents are great at giving names.”
Her paws continuously does their job, until she paused to continue her speech. “Cats nowadays are so creative when they’re thinking about names. There are also cats’ names who start with “Evening” or “Cascading” or stuff… but I love my name. I just don’t know the meaning of it, honestly.”
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starlingkit || 3 moons || he/him || collector of pebbles
Starlingkit had been out and about in the area around the nursery looking for any cool rocks he could get his paws on for awhile, and he was starting to get a bit tired. He hadn't found that many pebbles, which was rather disappointing- but it did mean that he would have an easier time bringing what he did find back.
Well... that would normally, have been the case! Unfortunately for the young kit, it appeared that some silly grown-up had decided to sleep right outside of the entrance.
Placing the smooth gray rock he had found to the ground so he'd actually be able to talk, Starlingkit turned to the other kit who also looked to be trying to get back into the nursery.
"Maybe if we both push really hard we can move him!" he exclaims.
“Oh, I don’t know.” Carpkit shrugged in response from Shrikekit’s question. Her father probably gave her that name. It’s clear that she really meant a lot to him, especially when it comes to giving creative names. “I also like that name. It sound’s sweet and crisp… Oh, and did you know…” She continued while she came over and helped her out with assembling the pebbles into a pile. “…That my dad is also called with “Shrike”? His name’s Shrikeslip. I think it’s also a cool name. Your parents are great at giving names.”
Her paws continuously does their job, until she paused to continue her speech. “Cats nowadays are so creative when they’re thinking about names. There are also cats’ names who start with “Evening” or “Cascading” or stuff… but I love my name. I just don’t know the meaning of it, honestly.”
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Shrikekit
she/her - 4 moons
"Wow!!!!" So Carpkit's dad was also called Shrike?! The was so cool. "Mhhm, mhhm! Ma's super cool and smart! She chooses aaaallll the best names!" She didn't mention her 'father' - she'd rather pretend he never existed. Just pebbles pebbles pebbles, she was working on a wonderful pebble pile, not thinking about silly things like that.
"Cas- Cas-cuhh- uhhhh-" she paused trying to repeat the word Carpkit said, but it was not working. The kit shook her head, "I can't even say that one! Sounds proper cool though!" She said with a grin. "I bet Carp means something really cool. Shrike's like - a - uh - a bird thing! Like a cool hunter bird!"
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