RiverClan Nursery

[Teza]

Originally Posted by Nighty

@Liquoris
Gracklekit smiled as she met her sisters gaze. She glanced over to her other sibling, Otterkit and smiled goofily. "Its justa story, even I know that, but where's the fun in that?" She asked, challenging them. She turned back to Poolkit, eyes widened as she listed, ears perked attentively to her. She bushed out her gray and orange and white dappled fur, smiling as she listened, she even threw in a gasp of surprise when she talked about killing it. She loved exaggerating things, knowing it could provide some extra fun to the situation, unnecessary drama and suspense, as long as every one took it in a joking form. "Oh good, we wouldn't want it to suffer, the mangy flea bag!" She growled playfully. "Tell us some more stories Poolkit! Please?" She begged, green hues shining brightly.

@starfall

Otterkit rolled her eyes. "I like the elders' stories better. At least they're believable!" she hissed. There was no point in lying about leaving camp, much less killing a fox. "Have you even seen a fox? I've heard they're bigger than Birchstep!" she mewed, using her mother's fluffy fur as a height measure. It wasn't her best defense, but hey, work with what ya got, right?

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Birchstep rolled her eyes at her kits. "You are all so energetic," she said. "I don't know a cat that is as big as a fox, though I'm not a cat to compare to, Otterkit. Russetstar may be a decent comparison, but a fox is still bigger than him." The queen smiled to her kits. Surely they'd seen Russetstar in the clearing at least once, so maybe they'd know what she was talking about. Then again, kits didn't have the best memory sometimes.

[Aquarius]

Originally Posted by Liquoris

@starfall

Otterkit rolled her eyes. "I like the elders' stories better. At least they're believable!" she hissed. There was no point in lying about leaving camp, much less killing a fox. "Have you even seen a fox? I've heard they're bigger than Birchstep!" she mewed, using her mother's fluffy fur as a height measure. It wasn't her best defense, but hey, work with what ya got, right?

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Birchstep rolled her eyes at her kits. "You are all so energetic," she said. "I don't know a cat that is as big as a fox, though I'm not a cat to compare to, Otterkit. Russetstar may be a decent comparison, but a fox is still bigger than him." The queen smiled to her kits. Surely they'd seen Russetstar in the clearing at least once, so maybe they'd know what she was talking about. Then again, kits didn't have the best memory sometimes.

(May I join? No one quoted me so I don't know if I should or not lol)

[Teza]

Originally Posted by LostintheEchoes

"But does.... anyone else know?" A whirlwind of thoughts flooded into Blazingheart's mind, as they usually did when he found something to think about. No, of course he wouldn't think less of her, but it was a very impromptu statement from a cat he had assumed was fully loyal to her Clan. After all, some of the most noble cats in Clan history had been half-Clan cats, so was there really anything to worry about? She could get exiled, dreadfully thought the tom.

(The other rp is set when they are 3 moons old. I was sort of gauging this and at when the kits are about one moo. Old. :3)

Birchstep shook her head. "I trust you wont tell," she said simply, watching him with tired eyes.
She had been thinking about what might happen should the whole clan find out about the father of her kits. What would happen to them? Would they leave her one day to find him? She simply didn't want them to know about Yewheart. "I especially wont want my kits knowing. I wont want them to leave me someday in search of him..."

[Aquarius]

Originally Posted by Liquoris

(The other rp is set when they are 3 moons old. I was sort of gauging this and at when the kits are about one moo. Old. :3)

Birchstep shook her head. "I trust you wont tell," she said simply, watching him with tired eyes.
She had been thinking about what might happen should the whole clan find out about the father of her kits. What would happen to them? Would they leave her one day to find him? She simply didn't want them to know about Yewheart. "I especially wont want my kits knowing. I wont want them to leave me someday in search of him..."

(Oh, sorry!)

"I won't tell anyone," Blazingheart promised, warmth creeping into his voice. He wasn't going to let anything happen to the queen and her kits; no one deserved to suffer exile, unless they had committed treason or such. He glanced at the kits. "I'm sure they wouldn't do that," the tom murmured. "But there's no harm in being safe then sorry." His tail swept around his paws, kneading the ground uneasily.

[Teza]

Originally Posted by LostintheEchoes

(Oh, sorry!)

"I won't tell anyone," Swiftecho promised, warmth creeping into his voice. He wasn't going to let anything happen to the queen and her kits; no one deserved to suffer exile, unless they had committed treason or such. He glanced at the kits. "I'm sure they wouldn't do that," the tom murmured. "But there's no harm in being safe then sorry." His tail swept around his paws, kneading the ground uneasily.

(Swiftecho??? Sorry for the really short reply.. :/ )

Birchstep smiled to her friend. "Thank you, Blazingheart,"
she said softly. She nuzzled her kits lightly then gazed back to her friend. "You know, your really easy to talk to," she said with a smile.

[Aquarius]

Originally Posted by Liquoris

(Swiftecho??? Sorry for the really short reply.. :/ )

Birchstep smiled to her friend. "Thank you, Blazingheart,"
she said softly. She nuzzled her kits lightly then gazed back to her friend. "You know, your really easy to talk to," she said with a smile.

(Oh, kms. I meant Blazingheart, sorry!)

Blazingheart's ears pricked and he smiled at Birchstep. "Thank you. That's certainly not something I've been told before," he chuckled. He was surprised. More cats speak to him than they did when he first joined RiverClan, but he had never expected to be described as "easy to talk to". He wondered if Jay and Sun would've said the same thing, and suddenly his mouth went dry. Why did he always have to think of them?

[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by Nighty

Sunbreeze could see the thought change of the little orange she kit. It was evident that her words had changed how something processed in her mind, the skeptical look changed into one of curiosity. Sunbreeze's maw cracked into a grin again as the kit seemed to perk up at a surprising rate. Even if she thought she was more mature than the others, she had more in common with them than she probably thought. It was like kits, ti not hold grudges, to cope with quick changes, they had no problem with change and adaption, as was evident in Mockingkit here. "Yes my dear, your mentor should like you. It's not the Evil Era anymore, the bad cats have gone away. You will be loved." She said sweetly, then in a change, a smirk crossed her face, and she leaned in closer to whisper. "And if they don't, I'll have their hides for it." She said, in a mocking mean sort of way. She let out a chuckle. "I don't see how anyone could not love you my dear, you're a handful, but you make the time worthwhile." She purred before shifting closer to her and wrapping her long white and orange dappled tail around the kit. "Don't let ones feelings to you change you though. Be you, don't be what others want you to be. It ruins who you are as a cat." She purred in comfort.

The she-cat did hope that her mentor liked her, however she wouldn’t mind too much if they didn’t. If they didn’t then Mockingkit would probably return feelings of resent, that was the way that she saw things. She was a fair cat, and maybe that wasn’t always a good thing. Sunbreeze’s words made her smile. She would be loved. The words echoed through her mind. The orange tabby felt reassured to know that even if her parents might not have loved her, she could know that her clan did. Well, most of the clan anyway. There was always going to be someone in your clan who you didn’t like, and they didn’t like you in return. It was part of life and something that you would just have to deal with. Her next words made a small giggle escape her maw. Giggle? That didn’t seem like quite the word to describe it. Mockingkit wasn’t really much of a ‘giggler’. She preferred to chuckle or laugh. To the orange tabby’s ears, giggle sounded too….sweet. And the kit wasn’t exactly sure if ‘sweet’ was the word to describe her. “I won’t,” Mockingkit promised. She meant it. There was no one and nothing that could change her. Perhaps her personality would develop over the moons, but other than that, the orange tabby would refuse to let one cat completely change her. Her habits and personality traits were what made her the way she was, that was something that she loved and wouldn’t just let someone change. Her persistence would make sure of that.

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An orange she-cat sat off in a quiet area of the nursery. Being in the nursery, it was pretty hard to find peace and quiet, yet somehow the she-cat had managed to find some. Mockingkit didn’t really like socialising with the other kits. Not normally anyway. The kit was very specific and picky when it came to choosing friends. And honestly, you shouldn’t turn down a friendship request from her. For those who she liked, they would have her loyalty and protection. Not having many cats who were very close to her meant that she was always extremely careful in making sure that she didn’t lose the few friends that she had. With a blank expression on her maw, Mockingkit looked around for something that would interest her. Although, after taking a scan of the nursery, she could conclude that that was pretty hard to do. Not looking, but finding something that could be of interest to her. This she-cat wasn’t like most of the other kits in the nursery. She was more….serious. She didn’t find much joy in jumping around and enjoying life with her siblings. The second part was mostly because she didn’t have any siblings. Anyway, Mockingkit just didn’t find the joy in little things that other kits did. She was more focused on the future and was serious about most things. She had quite a sharp tongue too.

It wasn’t going to be long before the she-cat would shift to the rank of apprentice. And truth be told, she really couldn’t wait for it. The tabby didn’t have anything against the other cats in the nursery, but they weren’t exactly the type of cats that she liked hanging around. Hopefully as an apprentice she would be able to find more cats that she would like to be around. Two moons, that was how much longer she had to wait before she could be apprenticed to a warrior. Mockingkit often found herself wondering about what her mentor would be like. If they didn’t like her, she wouldn’t care much, but she hoped that they would like her. The she-cat was one that yearned for respect. She didn’t really care if her mentor wasn’t going to be her ‘best friend’, but she at least wanted respect. Respect was an important thing and it could give you many great things in life if you had it.

Had she earned her share of respect yet? That was another question that Mockingkit spent her days pondering on. Unfortunately, she had not yet managed to find her answer, but the she-cat was sure that she would find it in a few moons. Being a former longer meant that she had to work extra hard to earn respect from her clan mates. And it was something that she was willing to do. This orange tabby enjoyed being a hard worker, it was a challenge in life and one that she was happy to overcome. Mockingkit was quite ambitious and had her goals in life. Goals that she probably wouldn’t ever say to another cat, but they were there.

Finally, the kit found a small, stale piece of moss. No interest sparked in her eyes, as the moss wasn’t actually that interesting. However, the she-cat was desperate to find something to do and would use whatever she could find. If old moss was all that she could find, then so be it. She just needed something that would keep her from falling asleep on the spot. So with that, she reached for the piece of moss, hooking it by her claw. It dangled from the tip of one of her claws, her golden eyes watching it boredly. Finally admitting that this wasn’t going to help her, she flicked it off her claw before sighing. There can’t possibly be nothing to do. There’s always something! This is the nursery for StarClan’s sake! Mockingkit thought, frustration bubbling in her golden hues. The she-cat then had to quickly remind herself that she wasn’t exactly like the other cats. She was slightly different.

In her three moons in RiverClan, Mockingkit had managed to find herself believing in StarClan. At first she had thought about it as just a dumb joke, but soon she found herself seeing that it was true. It was something that had intrigued her. Something that she wanted to see with her own two eyes. But as she thought about it, she decided that perhaps she wasn’t that interested in seeing a cat that was now dead. The thought was actually kind of creepy. After all, wouldn’t you technically be seeing a ghost if you were to see a StarClan cat?

Letting out an audible sigh, the tabby she-cat let out an audible sigh before rising to her paws. She glanced from at one side of the nursery, before glancing at the other. Her golden gaze scanned the nursery yet again and once again, nothing seemed to be of interest to her. She was about to lie down and take a nap, when suddenly a particular tom cat caught her attention. Her gaze snapped back to the spot where she had seen the cat, just to check that her orbs weren’t playing any tricks on her. A small smile grew on her maw as she saw that she really was seeing what she had seen. She padded over to the other kit, a wide grin quickly growing. “Hey Hawkpaw,” Mockingkit greeted, not exactly sounding excited despite the excitement in her eyes. That was another thing about Mockingkit. There were times where she didn’t really like letting emotion showing through her voice, and this was one of those times. Emotions were something that the she-cat just preferred to keep to herself at certain times. After all, not everyone needed to know everything. If every cat in the world knew everything about it each other, the world would be filled with chaos. It didn’t sound like a pleasant place and Mockingkit was glad that it wasn’t that way. It was pretty different from that. There were many secrets that just one cat could know, and maybe no one would ever know of them except for that cat. But some secrets were better kept hidden.

@Noire

[Dreams of forever]

A cranky elder throws a little brown kit in,"Take this thing!" She yells walking out, the small kit sits up and mewls

[Random Melody]

( @Noire @Spirit )
(Soooo we're gonna skip to after the kits are born ^^ Due to inactivity reasons we're going to strip it down to three kits, Fiercekit, Splashkit, and Squirrelkit )
Splashheart had her head on her paws, her eyes shut. Any other Queen would be swooning over her newborns, but Splashheart was particularly frustrated right now. Why? Because her mate was nowhere in sight! And he'd promised to be there. The gray she-cat couldnt help but feel hurt by this, but she shook it off and cracked her eyes open to glance at her three kits, allowing a small smile to twitch at her lips. You know what...Who needs him. "I've got you guys," Splashheart finished her thought aloud, giving each of her kits a soft lick on the head as she gazed down at them.

She knew the mean thing to do would to be to name them all and not give Mixedfur any say, but she had to forgive him. She knew she would as soon as she saw him, and he'd want to name one of them. But as her gaze fell onto the oldest, the only Tom in the litter, her eyes glazed over with an unreadable emotion and she pressed her nose gently to his head. "Fiercekit," She whispered, more to herself than to her son.

The youngest girl, a dark gray she-cat with a white muzzle, chest and paws, was curled up into a ball. She mewed as her mother made contact, and stirred for a moment, before falling back to sleep with a soft yawn.

[Thunder]

(@Silentshade)
Thornkit grumbled as he struggled to get away from his mothers grasp, desperate to avoid being groomed. "Maaaa! I don't need to be groomed today! Every hair on my pelt is still smooth from this morning's groom!" he whined as he tried to slip away, his paws flailing on the soft dirt as he struggled to get away.