WindClan Nursery

[Snivellus]

Burningkit is vibing, purring a catchy bird song.

[Activity post - Open]

[furrensic]

EGRETKIT
she/her . 1 moon . dark brown and lilac tabby with dappling with cream markings and blue eyes
[ no purrks ]

the tiny kit lets out a giggle as her father rasps his tongue over her fur. huh?? don't crawl on the ceiling? egretkit tilts her head, brows furrowing in confusion. those crawly things can do it, why can't she? oh, well! no matter! she supposes it's best, because then if she was up there, maybe the bugs would get nervous and run away. she doesn't want that! besides, now papa was offering to lift her up, which she'll happily settle for.

"really? yay!! you're the best papa!" she squeaks, rolling off of the toms paws to scurry to his side. the process of actually trying to climb onto his back is a mighty treacherous task, only suited for the most skilled cats such as herself. and once she's on, she's latched on like a leech. wow, papa makes a pretty good bed! "lift me super duper high!" she chirps.

[ @Mica ]

[Mica]

Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 52 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky blue eyes]
Purrks: Flock Together T3, Beefed Up T1, Radiohead [INACTIVE]
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Hanged Man ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Egretkit - @furrensic ]
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Grateful he wouldn't have to explain why Egretkit couldn't climb on the ceiling--he had only gotten to the "because you won't stay up there" part in his head--Hawkfur crouched down so his tiny daughter could haul herself up onto his spine. He was rather large, so he did his best to squish himself down as much as possible so she could climb on easily. Her tiny claws pricked his skin, but his thick fur kept it from hurting. "Ready?" He purred, hearing her squeak of confirmation behind him and slowly pushing himself to his paws. He stretched up, up, up until he was on his toes, his ears brushing the den ceiling. He twisted his head so he could glance over his shoulder at his daughter. "See anything cool, Egretlove?"

[---Bluestar---]

Blossomkit laid down and stretched as she looked around the nursery.

(OPEN)

[gs29513]

Deadmoon was trying to make herself feel better. Or at least act better. Whatever. To do that, she had caught a pair of mice and stomped into the nursery, dropping them at her paws before sitting down. She liked kits. Kits were nice. She would watch the kits, and offer mice if they’d only eaten rabbits before, and be friendly and nice and loving and not yell at any babies. No, Deadmoon definitely wasn’t going to yell at the babies. (OPEN)

[Oliver]

Frostkit and Crowkit are being little guys, just look at them. I promise I’ll be getting full posts out tomorrow!

[furrensic]

EGRETKIT
she/her . 1 moon . dark brown and lilac tabby with dappling with cream markings and blue eyes
[ no purrks ]

egretkit's jaw drops in awe as her father rises to his paws and the nursery ceiling is all of a sudden really close. wow, now she's super high! she sort of feels like a bird, she's heard that they fly up super high in the sky. do mama and papa and uncle crows fly? she inspects the ceiling closely, nose scrunched up and tiny brows furrowing in concentration. "noo..." she mumbles in disappointment, not even the nickname cheering her up. it's barren, sadly, minus a singular crawly thing, which she finally spots "A CRAWLY THINGY!!" she cheers loudly, blue eyes wide and sparkling with with joy. hooray! she found a bug! all by herself! it's round, and black, with tiny little legs.

without thinking, the small kit raises a paw and takes a swipe at the beetle. she wobbles, close to slipping before she's practically squishing herself onto her father's back, a little spooked. even then, she's still more focused on the beetle which was now crawling about the mossy nursery floor after being smacked - unaware that she could've really slipped off of her papa's back. "ooh! papa, papa!! look! it's down there! you see it?"

[ @Mica ]

[Oliver]

Crowkit

Oh ohohoho!! Who was this!! Crowkit’s eyes widened as he stopped his practice pounce in its tracks. Tail still wiggling in the air as someone new walked into the nursery. It was someone that he didn’t recognize her immediately and that meant that Crowkit had to know this mysterious stranger immediately!! And they even brought a whole mouse!!! Wowzers!!! This stranger was so talented! She must’ve caught the mouse by herself! Crowkit wants to catch a mouse, that’s be so so so so fun!!!!! Yes it would! He smiled and on his slightly wobbly legs he waddled over to the stranger. Not one shy bone in his tiny body as he looked up at her with a grin of full sharp, kitten teeth. “Hi stranger!!! Did you catch this mouse yourself?! That’s so cool! How’s you do it?” Crowkit dropped into a horrid little hunting stance, it was wrong in so many ways. Then he jumped forward towards the mouse, only to completely miss the mark and go tumbling paws over head onto the floor besides the stranger’s paws.

[ @gs29513 - Deadmoon ]

[burntToast]

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he/him | 2 weeks (0 moons) | Windclan
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The tomkit let out a satisfied huff as he buried his muzzle further into the ginger fur and green moss that surround him. The warmth from the nest and the bodies that surrounded him sank through his fur and into his bones. Comforting. Content. The air was filled with scent of milk, dirt and other earth smells along with it came the musky odor of the sleeping bodies beside him. They were familiar to him, he preferred the scent of the cat who feeds him though and of the other. The cat with fur as soft as moss, he still remembers his scent even though it was faint.

Jaggedkit's peaceful nap was interrupted by the movement beside him, he let out a grumble in response and tried to bury himself further into the nest. It was futile as he was bumped again! Snapping his green eyes open, he took in his surroundings. The dim light still hurt his eyes and everything came together in a blurry. Slowly his eyes focused and the features of the nursery became more clear, he wasn't interested in looking at the wall of the den today. Turning his head he spotted pest who had kept disrupting his sleep with their squirming. His littermate, his fur the same as his own. A low rumbling sound formed in his chest as he stared down at the body. Using what little strength he had he rolled onto his side purposely knocking into the kit next to him. If he didn't get to sleep neither did frostkit. It was only fair after all.

Tag:
- Frostkit ( @Oliver )

[Bluest+r~]

~· Cloverkit ·~
she/her · 1 moon
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Cloverkit yawned and roused from her nap. She stood and padded around the nursery for a moment before looking around. Cats. Cats. And cats. Well, that's normal. She thought to herself. It's a Clan. Of course there would be cats, stupid. Cloverkit yawned loudly and found an abandoned moss ball on the ground. BALL! She yowled and pounced on it. MINE!! Cloverkit declared and put it between her paws, daring anyone to snatch it from her.

[OPEN!]