Dawn the Heirs of Shadow[p]

[Fits]

Foxkit
| he/him | ShadowClan | Kit |

The kit's tiny ears pricked instinctively at the sound of his mother's voice, craning his neck so that his newly-opened eyes could gaze upon the massive she-cat's pelt. He couldn't exactly understand what she was going on about, but it seemed important somehow.

She was going through each of the kit's littermates, speaking a few words before moving on to the next. His eyes blinked placidly at his mother as she arrived at him, bestowing upon him his name. Foxkit. Not that he really knew that word's significance yet, of course.

Once the little naming ceremony had come to a close, Foxkit's eyes drifted to some movement closer to the ground. One of his siblings--Emberkit, apparently--extended a paw to pull another sibling--Grottokit--in towards their mother's face. In an unexpected turn of events, a brawl broke out that even involved Adderkit and Snakekit.

His siblings never ceased to elude him. They were just so noisy and grabby. He simply couldn't understand why. What even was there to scream and wave one's paws about? Sure, the outside world was often cold and unforgiving, but Foxkit never felt the urge to carry on about it. Though, perhaps if he'd screamed some, he may have cleared out that gunk in his throat faster than he did.

Clearly, though, Foxkit's siblings knew something that he didn't. And if he wanted to be like them, he was going to have to make an effort to act the part. Foxkit turned his head slightly to the side, spotting his victim. He extended a paw towards them before slamming (or as close to "slamming" as such a young kit could manage) it down upon them. Clearly, this was the correct course of action. At the very least, it may stir up an interesting reaction.

(open to someone getting whacked by foxkit lol)

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[wolfie]

Houndkit
0 moons
large darker brown & lighter brown tom with thick fluffy fur

#AcontiumFlowers

Whenever the kit was not squirming inbetween balls of fluff and kicking its way to its favorite spot (The Only Spot he would ever, EVER drink from. it was the very best!!! Unfortunately others knew it was the best and wanted to TAKE it from him!!!!!) then he was exploring. At least, as far as wobbly paws could push him forward. Tiny claws scraping across the ground partially blind, he was beginning to hear & see but everything was still muffled and hard to make out. He liked to find new sensations, easily bored with the new information he gained day by day.

When Big Brown Blob spoke the magic word, something the kit was beginning to associate as him. Or partially him? It was confusing, parasite often referred to him but also sometimes the other blobs. Sometimes it was simply all. He thought maybe the other blobs were him for a while, but they did things he wouldn't do. So not him. Different. Like Big Blob.

The kit stared up at her with wide eyes, blinking slowly and out of sync. She was saying things it didn't understand, looking and saying a word to each of the blobs before looking at him. You'll be Houndkit. Despite his limited knowledge, it became clear to him this was a gift of sorts. Something like being called parasites, but finalized. Separate from the other blobs, .. the feeling it evoked made Houndkit feel warm.

So, naturally the tom started to let out a happy, high-pitched trill. Always one to make noises, though he rarely stopped once he started. It didn't help with suddenly a squishy paw was slamming into his side. NoOOO!!!!!!! He wasn't even EATINGG this time!!!!!!!

Houndkit started to squeal in an annoyed tone, scrambling to look at the blobby offender. This time, it was not the Bigger blob he often fought with. Different blob, but still NOT OKAY!!!!!!! It was only okay when he did it. He had his reasons. This was unprovoked. So, immediately the tom started to try and swat at the other all the way he shrieked in defiance.

The moment an opening presented itself though, Houndkit would start to try and clamber on top of Big Brown Blob instead. She was safe and warm. She did not kick. (though she did sometimes take him away from feeding and let someone else eat.. less nice of her. ) Also, he liked to chew on her ears.
[ @Undertaker @Fits ]

[silver.]

???kit
he/him // 0 moons // shc kit

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The world outside of Mother was... Lovely. Even days later he was rejoicing in it.

In comparison to his siblings lamenting the loss of their warmth, he has found new warmth within the heartbeat of the den floor. Grasses and dirt stick to his slick pelt pleasantly as he gives a content mewl and rolls around onto his back. Words fill the air and he couldn't care less, the feeling of cool air catching his attention from some unknown direction. Blind eyes can't tell where the source is but he wants it. Longs for it. And the voice doesn't seem to notice him.

So he wriggles away from the squirming pile of his siblings toward the source of the breeze, pathetic little limbs and round little body making a pathetic attempt to move toward it. He's not super successful as he is still new to the world but his strides mean more to this tiny being than anything else. More than family, more than food... It calls to him and he wants to be cradled by it's soothing embrace.

So off he attempts to set toward the entrance of the den, toward the source of the warm early Leaf-fall air.

dawnstar | @Undertaker // @/anyone who wants to reply!

[Morrigan]

Venomkit
Shadowclan kit

Ah, this was the life. In the few days of existence, the toygress had managed to gain a small amount of strength needed to defend her space at mammy's belly. No rowdy siblings could bully her out of her food! And if they tried, they'd be met with a fierce retaliation! But for now, the kitten was content and at ease. Sprawled out comfortably and resting against her mother's soft fur.

The sudden shift of movement prompted a minor grunt from the tabby, who rolled onto her back to see what had caused her Mammy to move. What was up? Could they finally leave? The only thing the kit wanted was to explore! The impatience was killing her! Blinking up curiously at Dawnstar, she awaited a reason for this disruption in the tranquility the leader seemed keep often.

Names?!

Excitement powered the kitten into flipping over, forcing herself up on wobbly legs. Sharp claws dug into the ground until she finally managed to stabilise herself. Success! See how strong she was!!! The small yet pivotal achievement only made the toygress more crazed with exhilaration; her forked tail was lashing at the ground so harshly it was flicking up dirt. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! She wanted her name!

As her littermates were bestowed their titles, the toyger cub strained to make herself event taller than she already was as Dawnstar's attention moved to her. Venomkit. Veeeenoooomkitttt! It sounded so fierce! What was venom? Well she liked it! A flurry of joyful growls, hisses and a little roaring sound erupted from her small maw. Filling up the den with happy, yet a bit furious noises. She voiced her satisfaction with her mother's choice, cleary ecstatic as she attempted to rear up on her hind legs, tiny fangs flashing simultaneously.

Proudly, the newly named Venomkit puffed out her chest and started trying to stride across the floor after failing to stand for very long. A snarl of frustration echoed in her throat as she faltered in her parade of pride. No, no!! She could walk! She was the best walker!!! Though it was tempting to join the squabble her siblings were having at the moment, Venomkit was far too set on her goal of moving flawlessy to just give up! She would be the best no matter what!

Amber flecked green hues suddenly snap to a sibling that had escaped from the rest. Who is that? The toygress didn't hear this brother's title, then again she was only really paying attention to her own. Wait! Where is he going! No way he'd get to walk and explore first! Gathering her flimsy legs, Venomkit summoned all the strength she could muster to make a clumsy pounce towards her littermate, attempting to stop him in his tracks, a yowl erupting from her as she leaped at him. It was nothing personal(well, mabye it was), she just couldn't allow herself to fall into second place. There was no real intent for hurt behind this impulsive action.

@silver. @Undertaker

[Moonraven]

Weepingkit blinked his large orange eyes and lay at his mother's belly, staring. His world was mostly of the scent of milk, the huge mountain that he had learned to refer to as Momster, and the bodies of his siblings. The kit never felt much need to do anything, content with whatever he did, whether it was being knocked on the side of his head or kicked out of his place when feeding. He was a happy guy, enjoying being involved and there.

It was his turn to suckle, Momster always made sure to switch him in for feeding as he rarely let her know when or if he was hungry. He felt hungry, it often gnawed on his belly, but he never made a peep. He liked sitting in the back and felt this warmth that made him cry watching the others eat and grow. He was found in the back, watching, but Momster always made him eat. She was a good Momster.

Momster was saying something, so he stopped his suckling to listen. Names? What the heck were those? He didn't know what they were but he got his first. Weepingkit. Weepingkit. Weepingkit. He still didn't know what it was, but apparently, it was his. Something all his own. Overjoyed, tears leaked from his eyes and got his momster's belly wet. Oops. He tried licking her clean, she did that a lot. It always felt nice so the least he could do was return the favor.

Noise, he listened as Momster gave the rest of his siblings their names. He saw how a few reacted, but most of his siblings were at Momster's front, tucked between giant paws he couldn't hope to climb over. He wondered what they were doing over there. His attention was quickly torn from them when he noticed how cold his flank felt. Where'd she go?

The one that had been eating with him was gone! He turned his little round body around until he found the kit. Venomkit was going off with another kit further ahead. Where and why would they want to leave Momster and their siblings, it was safe here, and comfy. Confused, yet feeling left behind, he wept silently and slowly tried copying the other two and fell out of Momster's nest, desperately trying to follow the other two. Wait, wait, he wanted to come too.

@Undertaker @Morrigan @silver.

[Undertaker]

@Moonraven - Weepingkit | @dino. -Grottokit | @wolfie - Houndkit | @Mica - Emberkit | @Fits - Foxkit | @silver. - Breezekit | @burntToast - Adderkit | @Blaaze - Rowankit | @finley !! - Snakekit | @Morrigan - Venomkit

Her kits were strangely amusing and infuriating at the same time. She was only half certain she liked them, and she wasn't sure if that was just plain instincts or if she genuinely felt that way. She had grown attached to them in the short time they'd been here. Family. It was the one selfish thing that Dawnstar wanted in her life. She didn't understand what love was all that great, but she knew she wanted it. For those to care for her beyond her rank, she yearned for a sense of belonging that could just be hers.

Anyway, that one was smacking his sibling again for merely existing. "Grottokit, stop hitting your littermate for no reason." She sighed, somewhat pleased that she had a name to go with the mild scolding. "They aren't going to go away just because you hit them." Dawnstar watched as Adderkit wiggled between Grottokit and Emberkit, not happy with the hitting either. Emberkit didn't seem to mind though. She was weird and seemed to have picked up Dawnstar's grooming habits as she cleaned the two siblings beside her.

Expecting Grottokit to try and hit her again, Dawnstar leaned down to rest her chin on the tom's little body and her tongue darted out to swipe over Emberkit's face and then Adderkit's forehead. If Emberkit was this nurturing as a kit, Dawnstar assumed Emberkit would help keep order among the rest of the litter as she grew. Dawnstar would have to mind her, though, she was still the Shadow Queen's kit.

"You're going to be a menace, aren't you," Dawnstar grunted, lifting her head off Grottokit. "Hopefully we can turn that aggression of yours towards our enemies and not your siblings when you're older." That one too, probably. Snakekit. He seemed fine so long as no one disturbed him whereas Grottokit tried to smack his siblings for accidentally bumping into him.

"No hitting," She hissed softly at Snakekit. Dawnstar wasn't certain how much control these furballs had over their claws or limbs and she was very worried that one of them would nick an eye or something. She was tempted to move Grottokit out of the pile to nurse, but the rest of her kits were not behaving.

Dawnstar hadn't the faintest clue what Rowankit was growling about. She'd check on her in a moment. The pair behind the four against her chest were swatting each other too. Actually, it was just Foxkit swatting Houndkit for no reason.

"Foxkit, I thought you were one of the good ones." It just had to be Houndkit he swatted too. That one was among the loudest of her litter, and naturally, he yowled and began smacking his brother. Few knew how loud kittens could get, some of these brats had lungs on them. Dawnstar pinned her ears against her head and scowled at her sons. Houndkit quieted a moment later and began crawling away. Eager to keep him quiet, Dawnstar learned, carefully not to squish the rest of her kits, and went to scoop the kitten up by his scuff and set him down with the others nursing.

Er... well where the others were supposed to be nursing. After setting Houndkit down on her belly, Dawnstar cocked her head as she watched three of her kits wander out of her nest.

"You're all exhausting." The Clan leader's stomach rumbled in hunger as she sat up straighter, jostling the hairballs lying on her, to grab the escapists. She grabbed Venomkit first and plopped her down next to Houndkit, then Weepingkit, who was again weeping about something or other, and finally the unnamed hairball who started all the trouble.

"You'll be Breezekit." She told the adventurous soul, she expected him to fly away the second she took her eyes off him. The leader curled her tail around the Weepingkit, Venomkit, Breezekit, and Houndkit. At least this way they'd have to get over her tail before they could get out of the nest this time.

"I swear all you do is cry," Dawnstar lapped at Weepingkit's face, cleaning him with a frown. He worried her just a little, she hoped this crying was a phase... did kits have phases?

"And just what are you doing?" She asked Rowankit while giving her a few licks, strong enough to knock her off her unstable paws.

[dino.]

They were GANGING UP ON HIM?? THE MADNESS! THE AUDACITY! Unable to hold his ground against two of his siblings on his own, Grottokit toppled under Adderkit's shove and then squawked indignantly as Emberkit descended on him with licks directed right to his face. He raised both forepaws to whackwhackwhack at both of them-

-and then Mother interrupted him!! What?? Why did they all hate him!? He was DEFENDING HIMSELF, excuse you all! He wiggled underneath Mother's chin until she released him and squeaked at her, though he did eventually resign to curling up by her chest and glaring at the offenders.

[ @Mica @burntToast @Undertaker ]

[finley !!]

snakekit
the monarch’s son.

purrks ; lyrebird’s lullaby, silver tongue
he / they . shadowclan
1 moon . bpd
tags ; @dino. - grotto , @Undertaker - dawn
tws for this post: none

oh no way he was getting in trouble for grotto being a whiny joke. throwing a glare at his brother, snakekit stood up shakily and teetered over to dawnstar, pressing against his mom and curling up for warmth. ' grottoy'suck. ' he slurred, mouth still not able to form words according to what his brain was telling him. he did mean to say- "grotto, you suck." it didn't work very well, though.

[Fits]

Foxkit
| he/him | ShadowClan | Kit |

Foxkit blinked his tiny eyes at the sibling his paw had found. Houndkit, this one was. One of the noisier siblings--how unfortunate for Foxkit. A cry of retaliation erupted from the other, a clumsy flurry of paws swinging back at him. Well, he supposed he'd asked for as much, though, call him ungrateful, but he couldn't exactly appreciate the paw batting at his muzzle in the moment.

A low, irritated groan escaped the kit. Oh, it seemed that making noises for one's emotions did feel good sometimes. He should try it more often, really. Though not to the extent that Houndkit--and some other littermates who shall not be named--did. Honestly, Foxkit hadn't even hit him altogether that hard. It was all in good fun, after all. He was just doing the things he was supposed to do; no need to go full screaming mode over expected behaviors, really.

He watched through squinted eyes as his brother loped away towards their mother. No good. This wasn't supposed to be the end of their interaction. He began to wobble over in hot pursuit--until, that is, he heard a booming voice from somewhere above him. Mother was looking down at him, meowing something or other in a disapproving tone.

He had been foiled. This was the unfortunate, woeful existence of Foxkit. He let out a long, deep sigh (because the life of a newborn kit was just so difficult sometimes) before inserting himself between his siblings for nursing. At least, hopefully Houndkit would stop yowling his head off--for now, anyway.

( @Undertaker - Dawnstar ; @wolfie - Houndkit )

[wolfie]

Houndkit
0 moons
large darker brown & lighter brown tom with thick fluffy fur

#AcontiumFlowers

Houndkit let out a startled, quieter squeak as the Big Brown Blob lifted him up and set him down near the milky scent. Most of his siblings seemed to have found something else to keep them busy. The large kit wasn't particularly hungry, but it was as if he was put on a spell and he begun to suckle. It was very tasty and warm. A low yet loud purr started to erupt from him, only increasing in volume once the Big Brown Blob wrapped her tail around him. The other blobs kept him cozy, and at least they weren't trying to bat at him this time around.

Perhaps, the tom could've fallen right back asleep. His eyes were surely starting to close, belly becoming rather full. He started to nod off before suddenly jolting himself awake, darting around. Noo!! No sleep!!! He just woke up a little bit ago!!! Houndkit huffed in an annoyed tone to himself, unlatching from Big Brown Blob.

Instead, he started to use allll the strength in his little legs to try and crawl up onto her side. At least she seemed to be cleaning his siblings which made it easier. He squirmed and squirmed, tiny claws pressing into fur. If Houndkit's journey proved fruitful, he would begin to chew softly onto her ears. They were much soft. At least his teeth hadn't came in yet.
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