"She said I should practice with others, because in a real battle, I won't just be fighting the same cat." He meowed, swishing his tail.
He/Him - 27 Moons - RiverClan
"Ahh, that's fair," the tom mewed. He glanced up at the sky for a quick moment, the sun casting brilliant colors against the clouds. Purples, pinks and oranges all mingling as one. Fallenspirit looked back at the apprentice, noting how young he was, as well as small. "I will teach you how I fight most times, which is usually pretty head on. Just be ready to be sore, because regardless of me taking it easy on you, you are small," the tom mewed.
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She/Her | 4 Moons | +Every 4th | RiverClan Kit | Achromatopsia Colourblind and has Sundowners Syndrome
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Owletkit sat unusually still in the clearing, eyes looking out for her next vict- erm, friend. To play with. Or a warrior's tail to jump on. But the stars must have blessed her this fine day! There in the clearing sits Owlstar, a shining beacon. Ignoring the other interesting grey-furred felines, the little kit made a beeline for the leader. She dropped into a playful crouch and kept a narrowed gaze at Owlstar's tail, waiting for the perfect moment to tackle it. The last time she'd done it, she had yelled and completely defeated the purpose of "sneaking up". So this time, she'd be EXTRA quiet!
She... Kind of... Failed? Ish?
Owletkit leapt forward, paws aimed to grasp Owlstar's tail and let out a little-too-loud "HAH! GOTCHA!" As she did so. Oh well, she'd learn eventually.
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"My pulse is clear, rushing through my ears."
At first, she'd thought somekit was getting murdered, or maybe playing too rough. The sound of a yowl came to her ears first, then the words formed in high tones, which only caused her eyes to widen and ears perk. She looked around the clearing, but quickly identified the sound of a squealing kit from behind her, so the tabby turned her head.
The impact of tiny paws hitting her matted tail wasn't much. Craning her head to look at the kit, Owlstar smiled toothily. "Aye, good aim." she batted the kit by the forehead, paws light and harmless. "But ya cain't really make any noise with an ambush."
She knew this kit, Owletkit. She had to know, right? So, she made sure she did (even if it boggled her brain sometimes. Owlkit and now Owletkit? Maybe she'd have to start cracking down on names...). Even after one interaction alone, she could gather the kind of cat Owletkit was in her line between kithood and apprenticeship. "What if I teach ya how ta really startle, eh?" Rowanmane was easy to scare. Maybe she could let him be the guinea pig. Owlstar was all for evil plots.
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Pikekit couldn’t help but return the grin as he now lifted his paw and urged his beetle to go forth. "GO BOOTLE!” He had decided then and there that Bootle seemed like the most fitting name for his competitor. The two scrabbly creatures rushed forth at each other, there was a moment of silence shared between both the insects and the kittens as they awaited something to happen.
It was almost like the creatures were going to be friends for a second, like they saw no need to fight each other. Sometimes that did happen, it would suck if they happened to be duds. Then without a moment's notice they both charged, the horns of the little beetle striking against the head of the big beetle. Oh jeez this was tense! Pikekit forgot to close his mouth as he watched and was swiftly reminded to shut it when a blob of his dribble appeared on the battlefield. Oops, guess they had a dangerous arena too.
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Riverclan Kit | 1 moon | Tall, dark ginger tom with yellow eyes
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"Bootle"? The little ginger tom had to think of a name for his beetle quick! The iridescent green beetle... it could only have one name, couldn't it? "BEAT 'EM UP, GREENY!" He shouted as he released the critter into the "arena" where the two would fight.
Bramblekit lowered his chest to the ground and lightly pawed Greeny forward. It turned and tried to go in every direction except for Bootle, but the ginger kit couldn't let that happen. He wanted to see which bug would win, after all. Bramblekit's paws needed to ground excitedly as the two critters seemed either uninterested in fighting or, as he imagined in his head, sized one another up for a moment.
Then into the fight they went. Horns locked in a show of force as they struggled for dominance in this battle of strength. Bramblekit didn't even notice the new hazard before Greeny was backed up into it. The beetle lost its footing and was unceremoniously tossed onto its back, just passed the puddle, legs scrambling but unable to flip itself back over.
Bramblekit looked up at Pikekit with a grin. "That was so cool!" He wasn't even upset that his beetle had lost. "And we can make the arenas better or worser to change the battles!" He said, sitting up and watching Bootle as it ran in a circle. Perhaps that was a victory lap?
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LOTUSKIT he/him | 2 moons | grey agouti tabby with lighter markings and gold flecked blue eyes.
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lotuskit doesn't notice much (not that he'd ever admit it), but he has noticed there's a new face in the clan. well, actually, two new faces-- but he only spots one of them in the clearing. shadowed..somethin'...is the guys name, at least, that's what he managed to hear from the nursery during the clan's last meeting. he probably should've attended, but he was busy with much more important matters. aka, working on his brooding face. anywho.
with confident strides, the kit approaches the new riverclanner. the new guy's full name still fails to come to mind, so he just settles on shadowed for now. which, he guesses the name fits him, considering his pelt is mostly black. he doesn't think he's ever seen a pelt with white splotching like that, though, except.. uhh, some old guy. bugbite or something.
puffing his chest and trying to appear as tall as a baby like him could, lotuskit speaks up. "hey, you! you're new to riverclan, arent'cha? where'd ya come from? im lotuskit, by the way. cool name, I know, no need to say it," he pauses, though probably not long enough for shadowedcall to actually get a word in. "say, are you a kittypet? uh, former kittypet? or just a former outsider? or.. are you from another clan?" okay, maybe he was a bit more curious than he'd admit.
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Oh dear Starclan, Greeny had fallen foul of his spit dribble on the battlefield. Pikekit let out a yell of celebration and watched as Bootle ran in a circle rather gleefully. At least he thought that Bootle looked happy. Finally Pikekit’s gaze rose back up to meet Bramblekit’s own, he was thankful to find that he wasn’t sad about his loss in the slightest. In fact he looked rather impressed with the display he’d just watched.
”Of course! We can build the next arena even better, with even bigger bugs!” With that Pikekit was almost instantly spurred into action, gesturing for Bramblekit to do the same with his tail. Pikekit collected up different reeds, some heavy stones one by one to build the border so that no bug could escape the arena. Hmmm what else to include, he took one glance back to see that his previous fighters had already scuttled away to safety.
Maybe some little sticks? He grasped a few and brought them back before he began to assemble the battlefield. ”Whatcha got?” He squeaked, almost tippling with excitement to see what Bramblekit would choose to add.
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Riverclan Kit | 1 moon | Tall, dark ginger tom with yellow eyes
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Bramblekit moved at mach speed-Whatever that meant-to find more things for a brand new bug arena!
What did he need? What did he want? Rocks, and reeds, and sticks... already covered! With little, needle claws Bramblekit dug into the fallen log of a tree that was... which of the dens again? Didn't matter. He needed some of the old bark off of it. A few broken pieces of bark was great! Next, he ran to the nursery and pulled some of the bedding from his nest... his parents surely wouldn't mind. He took the moss over to the stream in the middle of the clearing and soaked it nicely.
Finally, Bramblekit yanked on the lichen that he often climbed at the entrance of the nursery, getting a good mouthful of the strange foliage and bringing it over to his and Pikekit's new bug arena. He grinned at Pikekit as he asked about the ginger kit's haul.
"Gots to line it with the wet moss," He announced, putting the moss along the edges of the impromptu arena. He wasn't entirely sure what purpose this held, except maybe discouraging the bugs from climbing out of the space. "Then give 'em obstacles and camo with the lichen and bark." He said, haphazardly spreading the broken pieces of bark and torn lichen around until it made him think of a miniature forest. All it needed were some trees... which Pikekit's sticks would perfectly imitate.
When he turned to retrieve Greeny, he found that both of the little bugs had managed to scuttle off already. How unfortunate... Well, surely they would find some new competitors, anyway! He looked back at Pikekit. "Think it's missin' anythin'?" He asked, growing excited for round two of their bug fighting adventure.
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he tilted his head curiously at a kit walking towards him. there was about a million other cats that could be this kits parent so he just ignored his mind for a moment. "aye, 'm new ta riverclan. i came from a barn that i used t' heal cats at." whoever named lotuskit did it right, he should steal it for his future kids. nope, no ones complaining, right? why was this kit rapid-firing questions??
"in a sense, i was born an everkit, but i left. it wasnt for me. i had ah, four siblings. i dont care about one of 'em, 'n i dont know where two of 'em are, 'n the other i see from time t' time in my dreams."
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Now this was starting to look good, Bramblekit certainly didn’t come back empty pawed. He came bearing plenty of good additions to the battlefield which was now becoming increasingly more complex as time went on. Wet moss lining, then obstacles, this was just perfect.
Pikekit grasped some of the tiny twigs in his mouth and set them in place, it sort of looked like a miniature forest. ”You’re a genius Bramblekit! This looks soOOOOOooo cool! I think it’s perfect, we just gotta find some new fighters. I think the two we had ran away…” He giggled and swept a paw through his fur over his head. ”I’ll have a look over here, maybe we can build some way of holding them if we collect a lot? That way they can all stay safe whilst they wait?” He wasn’t entirely sure yet how he was going to do that, but he was certain that Bramblekit would have another brilliant idea.
He dipped his head into the reeds and the brush once more, Pikekit found himself lifting up rocks and moving all sorts out of the way until he eventually found his perfect fighters.
One long centipede which had more legs than he could count, but despite this it was rather small. A lovely golden brown in colour.
One colossal sized snail with a rather tough shell, not technically a bug but hey, they were similar enough.
And finally a glinting black beetle with rather ferocious looking horns, it was huge. It looked all big and scary. It was his prize fighter and he knew he was going to save it for last.
He picked them all clumsily, balancing them between mouth and paw. Finally setting them down next to the arena. Waiting excitedly to see what Bramblekit would bring. In the meantime he finally came to the conclusion of his problem, digging small holes for each critter, deep enough so that they couldn’t crawl out and they would be held securely until the time came to fight. He left a few open for Bramblekit’s fighters, hopefully that would hold them.
Raccoonsun is so good at paying attention to what's going on.
Why would that ever not be true.
It's not like she's been spacing out half the time or something.
Which is what she's doing now.
Raccoonsun snaps herself back into... well, paying attention.
There's just a lot in her brain now that she's still getting use to.
Hm.
She should probably eat.
She can't just randomly forget to do that, that'd be bad.
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