Fallenkit giggled, snuggling up beside Heathernose. Are you gonna have kits soon? She asked, not noticing how obvious the answer was. Can I pay with them? She rested her head at Heathernose's paws.
Heathernose purred and nodded. "They should be coming soon." She answered, looking around at her belly. StarClan willing!
Heathernose purred and nodded. "They should be coming soon." She answered, looking around at her belly. StarClan willing!
Fallenkit placed a paw gently on Heathernose's belly. Boy she had so many questions. Had mama been the same way? She looked like a swollen rabbit! She stifled a giggle, and asked, What will they be called? Fallenkit looked at the queen curiously.
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Jaggedkit revenge seemed to work, frostkit had woken up. Good now that they were even Jaggedkit could go back to sleep, well atleast he believed he could go back to sleep. He believed this up until the point he felt movement next to him again. Just before he could fully look at his twin to see what the other kit was doing, a wait landed on him and teeth, small but sharp, chomped down on his tail.
Jaggedkit let out wail of pain that cutoff into a hiss as he attempted to standup and twist around to teach this pest not to mess with him. Baring his teeth in a snarl, he forced himself to move towards this attacker. Snapping his jaws all the while in attempt to latch on to fur or possibly ear and sink his sharp, and very small teeth, into it. Bite bite bite! How dare you disturb my sleep and retailiate after I bumped you!
Frostkit
Frostkit grinned devilishly as he heard his sibling call out! Hehe >:3c Frostkit one and Jaggedkit zero. Oh wait- Frostkit have a startled chirp and his brother collided into him. Oh! If Jaggedkit wanted a fight than Frostkit was going to give one hell of a fight! He was the scariest fighter out there. In the world even! Haha! His ear suddenly erupted in a fiery pain! Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow owie ow! Frostkit tried to shoot his paws out and into his brother’s face to push him away from his ear. That was dirty! He was gonna tear it or something. What a evil evil evil twin! Evil! Nasty! Rude! Frostkit have a little growl and he kicked out, trying to kick into Jaggedkit.
Crowkit. After Crowtooth, no doubt. He and Bravebird and Hawkfur were buddies, the little older fury crowd. Occasionally Deadmoon was a bit jealous of them, with the respect they commanded and the families they had and friends and connections and shoulders to lean on. Shoulders that were fast being yanked away from her. But poor little Crowkit didn't need, or deserve, to have her irritation vented upon him in any way. He was just doing his little kit things, unaware of the weight his name might carry.
Deadmoon wondered about her kits. If she would ever have them. She wouldn't make a good mother, that was for certain, but the thought had always....sort of appealed to her. She liked younger cats more than older ones, anyway. And even when they were grown up, she could be so proud of the cats they had become despite her corrupting influence. Look at Snowybreeze. Still her friend (her only friend now) and an amazing cat, if a bit too nice. What would she name them? After friends and family gone? She felt she would have to, it would only be right. Those you had lost were only truly gone when their names were no longer spoken, and through names could be given a second life. Wolffang would have one, of course. Breezefeather, too, deserved a second incarnation, a eulogy. Rookscreech, maybe Marigoldpaw. But this was idle thought, of no consequence. She would not have kits, for she would be a terrible mother. That was that, and she would be content with the pseudo children she found in Snowybreeze and Owlpaw.
Back to the poor kit. Crowkit is a very nice name. she mewed solemnly. And Egretkit and Gracklekit are very nice names as well. All of them are very fierce names, befitting of great warriors. She actually had no thoughts about the significance of the names beyond that of Crowkit, but kits liked to hear they were destined for greatness. Stars knew she had needed to hear that at that age, instead of the drivel about being useless she had received. But these unhappy thoughts were quickly driven away by the similarly atrocious crouch the little tom effected. Deadmoon, predictably, guffawed again.
What are you trying to sneak after, a blind badger? she huffed, afterwards rather hoping that the barbed insult in her exclamation would be beyond the kits understanding. So she was venting some bitterness after all. Tricks, however, was something she could get behind. Deadmoon quite enjoyed a little joke, though generally more of the verbal variety. Physical comedy could be quite suiting however, if the situation presented itself. What kind of tricks do you like to play, Crowkit? It's not like you can go out of camp to get thorns or anything. Not being the most creative mind filling a nest with thorns was about the extent of her tricking knowledge, but perhaps this kit had something in his mind replacing the space that should be taken up by how to sneak.
Crowkit
Crowkit huffed. And stomped around a bit, “Well! I can sneak up on blind badgers and then kill them all by myself! Right now! I’ll do it! See, they’ll be all like-” The kitten hopped a short distance away, slowing down to walk with big big big steps and puffed out his chest. Repeat lh saying ‘Scary badger, scary badger’ in a deep tone because badgers obviously spent their days calling themselves scary. Yep made sense. Then he pivoted and faced where he was just standing as ‘the badger’ dropping down into a crouch as he wiggled his bum, his tail flicking back and forth rapidly as he jumped forward in a just as terrible pounce. “Take that!!! Evil badger! And then boom! It’s dead and then I saved all of Windclan! And they’ll be like- Crowkit, Crowkit, Crowkit!- and then Twill’star will make me the a fury just like mama and papa and uncle crow!”
He stopped his one cat show as Deadmoon asked after his tricks. Crowkit grinned! “Its a secret! You have to promise not to tell anyone! Promise? Promise!” The kitten didn’t actually wait for Deadmoon to promise, he more so just assumed that she would before barreling into the next topic! Pranks and tricks! He really liked doing them they are so fun! And fun for everyone! “See! Sometimes- Someone will be like Crowkit, can you get me a mouse please? and instead! I drag them a rabbit! And sometimes!!! I’ll dig up a worm and put it in the nursery!” The kitten stopped his ranting, looking up to see Deadmoon’s reaction to his oh so evil tricks.
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Fallenkit placed a paw gently on Heathernose's belly. Boy she had so many questions. Had mama been the same way? She looked like a swollen rabbit! She stifled a giggle, and asked, What will they be called? Fallenkit looked at the queen curiously.
Heathernose purred, she loved talking about her kits, even though they weren't here yet. "I'm not certain yet because I don't know what they'll look like." She admitted. "But I would like to name at least one kit after my mother. Her name was Rabbitsong."
Heathernose purred, she loved talking about her kits, even though they weren't here yet. "I'm not certain yet because I don't know what they'll look like." She admitted. "But I would like to name at least one kit after my mother. Her name was Rabbitsong."
Fallenkit nodded importantly. Under the warmth of Heathernose's fur, she mewed, Did your mother like rabbits?
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Plumkit
Kit || She/her || 4 Moons || Lanky tortoiseshell she-cat with one green eye and one blue eye
A blink. Plum... love? The kitten tilted her head, testing the name out in her mind. Where had Egretkit pulled that name from? It felt... odd. Undeserved. Maybe she could think about why such a kind nickname left a bad taste in her mouth, but she had more important things to focus on.
Evilclan. From the explanation provided, they truly were a clan of no-good, very bad, stinky jerks. There wasn't much about clan life that she understood yet, but one thing she did know was that they needed borders. If Evilclan was snacking (how were they doing that) on their scent markers it left them open for raids, stolen territory, and goodness knows what else. Plumkit couldn't help but shake her head in disdain at the hopefully fake clan. It was a huge weight to place on the newly appointed high ranks. The tortie could feel her shoulders sag with this newfound responsibility. Would they evacuate the clan and escort them to safety? Stay and fight? Team up with the other clans and drive Evilclan out of the forest? Her head swirled with all the possibilities.... this was too much!
It was times like these she wished her face moved. Some way to let Egretkit know that Plumlove was not the right choice for deputy without actually saying it. Run away with the rest of Windclan and let Egretstar handle this mess. Maybe she could contort her face with her paws to show her stress??
Two front paws reached up, one on her eyebrows and the other on her mouth. All she would have to do is tug them down into a scowl, and she would be home free! Unfortunately, Evilclan couldn't allow that. They were here. In Windclan. And they were attacking Egretstar. Plumlove couldn't run away from a leader in need.
The tortie leapt at the mossball fearsome warrior who had hurt Egretstar. Baby fangs dug into the foe; not letting go even when it began to tickle her nose. Using her front paws to keep it in place, Plumlove yanked her head back as hard as she could. The soft ball tore in two, sending the kit flying backwards. Welp. That Evilclan warrior was dead.
With the mossball still in her mouth, Plumkit blinked up at Egretkit. "I fink I killed thish one. But I fink hish buddy i shtill alive!" She raised the torn up moss ball held between her paws before throwing it into the sky - an opening for Egretstar to catch.
EGRETKIT she/her . 1 moon . dark brown and lilac tabby with dappling with cream markings and blue eyes
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egretkit watches in awe as plumkitlove leaps into the battle - what a mighty warrior! a true deputy! wow, egretstar might just have to promote her to leader! her eyes widen as her denmate ferociously attacks the evilclanner, and just like that, the evilclan warrior was no more.
"YAY! victory for windclan!" she gleefully cheers, doing a little bounce. alas, her joy is short lived and soon replaced with horror. a second evilclanner..what the heck! the first one had a twin! this is insane, she didn't know that they could just multiply like that. she must do her duty, however, and banish this evilclan warrior..forever! besides, she can't make plumlove do everything. she'd be an unfair leader then.
don't worry windclan, I'll save you with the help of plumlove!! she internally declares, then lets out a fierce battle cry, one of a true warrior. "wwWAHHHH!!!" tiny paws stretch upwards as she catches the mossball, proceeding to drop to the ground – claws digging into the evilclan warrior – and roll around with it. bunching up her hind legs, she kicks wildly at the scrap of moss, flipping around. from an outsider perspective, it looks a little like she's losing to a mossball right now..actually, maybe she is.
the moss is shredded into tiny bits with the combination of her gnawing on it, clawing it, and kicking it. oh yeah. she's a totally awesome, strong, mighty leader. she's so telling papa and uncle crow and firesis about this.
jumping up, egretstar rushes towards plumlove with a huge smile. "we did it, plumlove!! wow, those evilclanners are super duper weak. um, or maybe we're just strong, maybe both! i think both!" yes, definitely both. they were invincible! "and guess what! because of your awesomeness, you are now...plumSTAR! and we're both windclans leaders!" she states, nodding. yep. windclan has two leaders. evilclan would be so jealous right now, hah!
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